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*t, you know me
Keep it low-key, what big bro told me
Them n*ggas don't know, what them n*ggas 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*gga with his legs cut
K bullets hit n*ggas, and they edge up's
Pay attention, focus n*gga
Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus n*gga
4-4, Southwest vaulters n*gga
Better have that on your mind, when you approach us n*gga
A b*tch'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 assualt, and bodily injury
To any n*gga, that try to offend me
Po-Yo, C. Ward and Grim Reap'
b*tch, don't forget Dre Day
I'm on the grind, everyday is pay day
Y'all b*tch n*ggas, 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*ck you), it's whatever you wanna die
And when the laws is on the creep, and I'm feeling the heat
A n*gga 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*t
C. Ward, Sensei and D-1 you b*tch
[Hook - 2x]