Woke up feeling free reborn
Hell hath no fury like a real one scorned
Consider this here a free warning
You pussies threatened by the buzz
Killa bees swarming
Already told you I ain't playin' wit' you, bitch
This ain't never been a game to me, bitch (and it still ain't, bitch)
I ain't even hearin' what you sayin' to me, bitch
'Cause I'm deaf to the lame shit, bitch
(And I still can't bitch)
Why he always angry? He always mad
Why he always mixin' rock and roll with some rap?
Why you always playin' me?
I gotta ask
Are you really ready for goliath and his wrath?
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Ayy, woke up quick at about noon
Just thinkin' 'bout how I'ma need security soon
Because them watchful eyes keepin' tabs on what I do
They both green with envy and look a lot like you
The one that never made it (oh, no chance)
The one that's always fakin' (fake as shit)
See, I am nothin' like you (a goddamn liar)
You must have me mistaken (nuh-uh)
I don't think there will be anymore
Like this so when we are through just be
Quiet and start facing the truth
You could never do the shit we do
Beat it
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
(Huh, yeah, yo)
If I ever tell a lie, gosh lemme get her
Are you ready for the highway to hell or heaven
And fighting? a little fighting
Yeah, you might die, but the fire gon' live forever
(Alright, give it here West Coast
Give 'em that West Coast, next rap
I meant rock, tell 'em J)
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
MOB MUSIC, PT. 2 Video (MV)
Performed By: FEVER 333
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Hiram Hernandez, Jason Aalon, Powers Pleasant, Stu Brooks
FEVER 333 - MOB MUSIC, PT. 2 Lyrics
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Woke up feeling free reborn
Hell hath no fury like a real one scorned
Consider this here a free warning
You pussies threatened by the buzz
Killa bees swarming
Already told you I ain't playin' wit' you, bitch
This ain't never been a game to me, bitch (and it still ain't, bitch)
I ain't even hearin' what you sayin' to me, bitch
'Cause I'm deaf to the lame shit, bitch
(And I still can't bitch)
Why he always angry? He always mad
Why he always mixin' rock and roll with some rap?
Why you always playin' me?
I gotta ask
Are you really ready for goliath and his wrath?
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Ayy, woke up quick at about noon
Just thinkin' 'bout how I'ma need security soon
Because them watchful eyes keepin' tabs on what I do
They both green with envy and look a lot like you
The one that never made it (oh, no chance)
The one that's always fakin' (fake as shit)
See, I am nothin' like you (a goddamn liar)
You must have me mistaken (nuh-uh)
I don't think there will be anymore
Like this so when we are through just be
Quiet and start facing the truth
You could never do the shit we do
Beat it
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
(Huh, yeah, yo)
If I ever tell a lie, gosh lemme get her
Are you ready for the highway to hell or heaven
And fighting? a little fighting
Yeah, you might die, but the fire gon' live forever
(Alright, give it here West Coast
Give 'em that West Coast, next rap
I meant rock, tell 'em J)
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Hell hath no fury like a real one scorned
Consider this here a free warning
You pussies threatened by the buzz
Killa bees swarming
Already told you I ain't playin' wit' you, bitch
This ain't never been a game to me, bitch (and it still ain't, bitch)
I ain't even hearin' what you sayin' to me, bitch
'Cause I'm deaf to the lame shit, bitch
(And I still can't bitch)
Why he always angry? He always mad
Why he always mixin' rock and roll with some rap?
Why you always playin' me?
I gotta ask
Are you really ready for goliath and his wrath?
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Ayy, woke up quick at about noon
Just thinkin' 'bout how I'ma need security soon
Because them watchful eyes keepin' tabs on what I do
They both green with envy and look a lot like you
The one that never made it (oh, no chance)
The one that's always fakin' (fake as shit)
See, I am nothin' like you (a goddamn liar)
You must have me mistaken (nuh-uh)
I don't think there will be anymore
Like this so when we are through just be
Quiet and start facing the truth
You could never do the shit we do
Beat it
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
(Huh, yeah, yo)
If I ever tell a lie, gosh lemme get her
Are you ready for the highway to hell or heaven
And fighting? a little fighting
Yeah, you might die, but the fire gon' live forever
(Alright, give it here West Coast
Give 'em that West Coast, next rap
I meant rock, tell 'em J)
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason hip-hop won't be missed
This ain't rap music
This that real mob music
Hold up, talk your shit
You the reason rock and roll won't be missed
But this ain't rock music
This that real mob music
Writer: Hiram Hernandez, Jason Aalon, Powers Pleasant, Stu Brooks
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