2Pac – M.O.B. (feat. Outlawz & Thug Life) Lyrics

M.O.B.

2Pac (feat. Outlawz & Thug Life)

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"M.O.B.." - 2Pac (feat. Outlawz & Thug Life)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:55 am

Album: Until the End of Time

Track No: 14

M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life, la vida loca, homie, livin' that thug life
Been raised in violence, homicide's my lullaby
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
Bitches and **** in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot blind me, addicted to a life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John Gotti's and Scarface's
**** knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million **** with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me, here's a clue, stay alert
'Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
I blow you up on the spot, these Glocks hot till you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me
Actin' all new to me, I creep on you like puberty
You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos, we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
Bacardi coverin' my body at the wink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two, 'cause butter shotties for you
I got more bodies then Drew, I drink Menotti on new, fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the whole girl, it's fatal ,dog, against everybody
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
My shit's phenomenal, droppin' like domino
Comin' with the real, yo, and fuck what you feel, yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my **** nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurt
Lose more faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra, with deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em
Stackin' G's, my **** crosstown got ki's
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies
Money over bitches
****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
I'm hittin' sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggle continues, I'll miss you on my road to riches
I'm contrited to strive never laggin'
Disappear in the night with my sixty four dragon, rag flaggin'
As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
Pager blowin' up but I don't give a fuck
I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin'
Lockers and smokers engaged twenty-four seven
So what can you do for me and what can I do for you?
But stay true, and do the things that we do
Blinded, evil-minded, no option for my offspring
Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings
Losin' my mind, why you sweatin' me all the time?
I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely, honey, and dodge you like snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
That's from the time a **** close his eyes I'm hopin', I hope he awoken
Payin' my own that's tokin' chokin' off-a Glocks smokin'
Money and power, watch these bitches 'cause they skinless
Gettin' **** fucked and stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles
Ain't a **** ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin' ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin' in flocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin' a watch out for cops
Gettin' kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes
Keep me choosin' my money over all these bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., ****, 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
That's right, ****
Money over motherfuckin' bitches
M.O.B. on 'em ****
Keep your motherfuckin' mind on your money, fuck these hoes
You don't need no motherfuckin' bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right, ****, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid, fuck the fools
We up out of this bitch here
Bitch

Writer(s): 2Pac, Tyruss Himes, Sonny Sowles, Bruce Washington, Maurice Harding, Ant Banks, Yafeu Fula, Big Simon Says, Sonny B & Hussein Falal.

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