World Wide Mob Figgaz [Original Version]

Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge, Tyruss Gerald Himes

"For us to live any other way
Was nuts uh, to us
Those goody-good people who worked shitty
Jobs for bum paychecks and
Took the subway to work every
Day and worried about
Their bills were dead i
Mean they were suckers
They had no balls if we wanted something
We just took it if anyone complained twice
They got hit so bad, believe me
They never complained again"

Picture me soundin' like the
World wide mob figure
Whoo-riders this Syke, call me that nigga
The wigga
Connection flex from Ingle Watts to Texas
Ridin' coast to coast heated in a Lexus
Out the gutter, born to smuggle
K ball sag so much you can see my drawers
Let me ball if I can, I know I can-can
If somebody ask you tell 'em that you the man
Congregation expand across thug lands
Built an army, so don't ever try to harm me
Sucka free, suga flee, want it be
Please stay the hell away from me
I don't want to cheat no mo'
But you did when yo ass was broke and po'

"Tommy, no, you got it all wrong
Oh, oh, Anthony he's a big boy
He knows what he said what
Did ya say? Funny how? You're right
Henry: Just what?
Just, ya know, you're funny
You mean, let me understand this, 'cause
Ya know maybe
It's me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, but
I'm funny how? I mean funny like I'm a
Clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh
I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you
Mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?
Just you know, how you tell the story what?"

Now when you say, "world wide
" please understand it
'Cause we got a whole nation of homies
And Outlawz that we mash with cash respect
In a large abundance and the G's I roll
Come with the game to maintain the funk gets
Handle soldiers dismantle the road of this
What happened to the women's
Who be jaw jackin'?
Paper stackin' is accomplished by
Putting out bomb shit on top of our game is
Where we stay forever poppin'

" Just remember, last year this time
We were in a fucking cage, okay?
You remember i like to forget that
I say be happy with what you got
You be happy me, I want what's coming to me
What's coming to you?
The worId, chico, and everything in it"

World wide motherfucking mob figures
Weed smoking, gun toting, drinking
Riding on our motherfucking enemies

Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Joe, you're making a terrible mistake i'm
Not gonna let you make it come on
Guys! Nobody wants this! We're supposed
To be fucking professionals!
Larry, look it's been quite a long
Time a lot of jobs there's
No need for this, man let's
Just put our guns down
And let's settle this with
A fuckin' conversation
Joe, if you kill that man, you die next
I repeat If you kill that man, you die next"

Ever since a tod it been evident to me
Runnin' the block would be heaven
Sent and very relevant
That was better then, that's a won't be
Never now don't be jealous now
I'm on a world wide level
Being told it's on after I
Flow across the globe
Mobbin' like Robin Hood, for my gold
Like it's Oak i hold my load down all
The way like the brown
World wide mob figure on a ride
Me and my niggas clown

" What happens if the manager
Won't give you the diamonds?
When you're dealing with a store like this
They're insured up the ass
They're not supposed
To give you any resistance whatsoever if you
Get a customer, or an employee
Who thinks he's Charles
Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash
Their nose in jumps right into the floor
Everyone jumps he falls down screaming
Blood squirts
Out of his nose, freaks everybody out
Nobody says fucking shit after that"

Known for doing scandalous deeds
No handlin' me and nah, it ain't the drugs
It's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and cause havoc
My rapid delivery is automatic
Lettin' niggas have it
I've been labelled as a thug nigga
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks
Ship it to the drug dealers
And catch a catch a nigga world wide
A fuckin' mob figga West coast, who-ride
When we rob niggas money make my squad bigger
But we ain't sell our souls
Bustin' on my enemies, murder my foes
At my shows I'm a nut
Lights camera time for action
Now get to clappin' to my cuts
A world wide mob figga

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