Mob Niggas Don't Die

(feat. Liffy Stokes, Turtle Banxx)

[Twista]

Gang Bangin ain't go' never die, as long

As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin forever high

Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down til they get you

Multiple slugz found in your tissue

Whatever it is you should've honored it

when them niggaz told you not to come around here

And you was found here

Your death is now near

I'm bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign

And dump em' in his nuts. Now lets play a game of find and search

While your mamma cryin' in church

I'll be spyin for work

I'ma go right on

Cause when your life's gone

Nigga there is no replacement

And you got your work hid in the basement

I got it, gothic

Go for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic chronic

Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body

don't help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry

cause mob niggaz don't die

[Liffy Stokes]

Mob niggaz ain't go' never die

We in the lot, callin shots, keeping

Dope fiends forever high

Forever fire get lit wit the trigger eye

Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I

Man I put your block on four

Hit k town and come back wit a bus load

Full of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin thirty

Minutes beef it gets muddy

But I'ma swim through the murky water

Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather

Kick Volvo's, fuck tight hoes

Live a life many kill and fight for

And campaign in this rap game, cause ain't nothing out

here in these motherfucking

Streets man, and that's comin from a nigga you know who chose

To be legit and still rip foes

[Chorus 1 x2]

Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot

get shot, see the dot

Same day back on the block, set up shop

hat throw thuggin, throwin up

Fo's and forks, strapped up

screamin out I ain't gon' never die

[Chorus 2 x2]

we can be shot at, battered and bruised

bloody and left out in the cold

But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old

I'm still gonna murder you

Cause mob niggaz don't die

[Turtle Banxx]

We release no doubt

Just close are eyes and open fire

Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly

You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two

Magazines and a throw away knife

My position is thorough composition

Competition is minimum blocks

We bendin them shots

We're sendin them at the rhythm

Hit them put venom in them

Bloody up him in his jeans

And watch the white shirt study the scene

Gang bangin aint go' Never cease

As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed

Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed

Who want it niggaz off the deed

The K Town we spray round

So stay down, this aint no play ground around here

You could get found around here

Shot up, battered and bruised

Headline of the news

The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die fool

[Chorus 1 x2]

[Chorus 2 x2]

[Liffy Stokes]

Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a G

you gots, to flip them keys

And avoid, them federalies

Cause they, be on that ass

Ready to blast fast

Nigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off

charges like Payton

Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playaz

No the business

No case without a witness, its senseless to resist this

Hostile take over

To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster

Then put my shit back in my holsta

Blood crumbled on the posters

I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta

[Twista]

Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want it

I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on it

Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit a chick in the coat

Cause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the dro

Back on the block servin

After the murder packin

For work cuz we're lucky popo's ain't havin 'em nervous

Think what I was in, family show up, an' the enemy

they lay, got it locked wit ten rolls

If they spray, fuck it

I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my body

Bustin out on the public, bringin' the ruckus

Screamin, die punk motherfuckers

Reminice on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches

Smokin' on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches

Ballin no flows go, hataz Askin' how the mob's so strong

I belong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna take over after pop

Label me the verbal aftershock

I'ma never die!