Chris Ward - M.O.B. (Remix) lyrics

(*talking*) Ye-yeah, what up world, it's your boy C. Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward, one more 'gain Tha M.O.B. General, I'm back with the Mob boss Sensei We got this new "Mob 4 Life" cd, we want y'all to check out Raw and uncut, some stuff we put together for the streets to bang From the South to the North, from the East to the West I wanna thank all the haters (thank ya) And ery'body else, who put forth to this here project Roll with us on this one, one love let's go [Hook - 2x] It's M.O.B Money Over Bullsh**, you know me Keep it low-key, what big bro told me Them n***as don't know, what them n***as don't see [Big Pokey] In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack Now they respect my work, like I'm packing a mack Everytime I sound check, I'm cracking the deck On track split wigs, like a axe in the hat You know how I act in a Lac, I'm a hog T.V.'s back in the back, got to fall Texas boys crawl, like a n***a with his legs cut K bullets hit n***as, and they edge up's Pay attention, focus n***a Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus n***a 4-4, Southwest vaulters n***a Better have that on your mind, when you approach us n***a A b**h'll jump fly, when they dose your hitter You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame They think it's hard, but it's simple mayn [Hook - 2x] [D-1] In this rap game, I run through the hard and the whack And my verses go together, like cigars in a sack Leaving out the club hit the crack, alarm on the Lac 18's beating, some think I got a bomb in the back Because I'm M.O.B Aggravated a**ualt, and bodily injury To any n***a, that try to offend me Po-Yo, C. Ward and Grim Reap' b**h, don't forget Dre Day I'm on the grind, everyday is pay day Y'all b**h n***as, better make way Cause I'm some'ing like A.I., with a A.K And to the S.U.C H.A.W.K., and Mike D Big Moe, Z-Ro and Keke If it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be who I be [Hook - 2x] [Chris Ward] In this rap game, I got the best scared to feature me Cause they know that I eat up the track, just like a creature see I spit ether, lethally Evenly I violate, every law illegaly I'm one of the ones, that be running the South But I got so many connects, I even be running through the North You think I'm lying, just ask the Boss he'll tell ya (C. Ward is a quiet hustler, but he'll sell ya) Whatever you wanna buy, or whatever you wanna try And if you got plex (f** you), it's whatever you wanna die And when the laws is on the creep, and I'm feeling the heat A n***a dress fresh, like I'm at Dyatona's Beach White lenin slacks, shirt and shoes is peach We are the definition, of Newvo Reach That's newly rich, we new leaders sh** C. Ward, Sensei and D-1 you b**h [Hook - 2x]