Mob Niggas Don`t Die

<br>(feat. Liffy Stokes, Turtle Banxx)<br><br>[Twista]<br>Gang Bangin ain`t go` never die, as long<br>As niggaz ain`t got nothing we go` be thuggin forever high<br>Ain`t no more drive by`s, niggaz chase you down til they get you<br>Multiple slugz found in your tissue<br>Whatever it is you should`ve honored it<br>when them niggaz told you not to come around here<br>And you was found here<br>Your death is now near<br>I`m bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign<br>And dump em` in his nuts. Now lets play a game of find and search<br>While your mamma cryin` in church <br>I`ll be spyin for work<br>I`ma go right on <br>Cause when your life`s gone<br>Nigga there is no replacement<br>And you got your work hid in the basement<br>I got it, gothic<br>Go for the endo, she`s smokin hydro-ponic chronic<br>Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body<br>don`t help heal up the scar, so baby don`t cry<br>cause mob niggaz don`t die<br><br>[Liffy Stokes]<br>Mob niggaz ain`t go` never die<br>We in the lot, callin shots, keeping<br>Dope fiends forever high<br>Forever fire get lit wit the trigger eye<br>Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I<br>Man I put your block on four<br>Hit k town and come back wit a bus load<br>Full of niggas that`s down and dirty, pushin thirty<br>Minutes beef it gets muddy<br>But I`ma swim through the murky water<br>Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather<br>Kick Volvo`s, fuck tight hoes<br>Live a life many kill and fight for<br>And campaign in this rap game, cause ain`t nothing out<br>here in these motherfucking<br>Streets man, and that`s comin from a nigga you know who chose<br>To be legit and still rip foes<br><br>[Chorus 1 x2]<br>Mob niggas, cause drama, till it`s hot <br>get shot, see the dot<br>Same day back on the block, set up shop<br>hat throw thuggin, throwin up<br>Fo`s and forks, strapped up<br>screamin out I ain`t gon` never die<br><br>[Chorus 2 x2]<br>we can be shot at, battered and bruised<br>bloody and left out in the cold<br>But real niggaz never fall, if I`m a hundred years old<br>I`m still gonna murder you<br>Cause mob niggaz don`t die<br><br>[Turtle Banxx]<br>We release no doubt<br>Just close are eyes and open fire<br>Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly<br>You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two<br>Magazines and a throw away knife<br>My position is thorough composition<br>Competition is minimum blocks<br>We bendin them shots<br>We`re sendin them at the rhythm<br>Hit them put venom in them<br>Bloody up him in his jeans<br>And watch the white shirt study the scene<br>Gang bangin aint go` Never cease<br>As long as there`s streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed<br>Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed<br>Who want it niggaz off the deed<br>The K Town we spray round<br>So stay down, this aint no play ground around here<br>You could get found around here<br>Shot up, battered and bruised<br>Headline of the news<br>The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don`t die fool<br><br>[Chorus 1 x2]<br>[Chorus 2 x2]<br><br>[Liffy Stokes]<br>Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a G<br>you gots, to flip them keys<br>And avoid, them federalies<br>Cause they, be on that ass<br>Ready to blast fast<br>Nigga fuck ask they take it, an` I`m shakin` off<br>charges like Payton<br>Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playaz<br>No the business<br>No case without a witness, its senseless to resist this<br>Hostile take over<br>To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster<br>Then put my shit back in my holsta<br>Blood crumbled on the posters<br>I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta<br><br>[Twista]<br>Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don`t want it<br>I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on it<br>Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit a chick in the coat<br>Cause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the dro<br>Back on the block servin<br>After the murder packin<br>For work cuz we`re lucky popo`s ain`t havin `em nervous<br>Think what I was in, family show up, an` the enemy<br>they lay, got it locked wit ten rolls<br>If they spray, fuck it<br>I`ma come back in the buck n`bloody fractures on my body<br>Bustin out on the public, bringin` the ruckus<br>Screamin, die punk motherfuckers<br>Reminice on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches<br>Smokin` on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches<br>Ballin no flows go, hataz Askin` how the mob`s so strong<br>I belong to the breathin` niggaz that wanna take over after pop<br>Label me the verbal aftershock<br>I`ma never die!