MR. 3-2 - Mob Affiliated lyrics

(feat. Playa Pat)

[Hook:]

We mob affiliated, organized mind set

Focused, on the prize

These guys, need to get theyself in order

Mo' hits getting made, and we run for the border

[Mr. 3-2:]

Up's and down's, I'm tired of going through it

Day for day, the game I stay true to it

Niggaz switch like drawas, or snitch to the laws

To get a lesser sentence, so I can't trust y'all

But I ball, just like a broad

Stay in the kitchen, working the magic wand mob boss

Number one, keep licks on my phone

Break tricks for a living, yeah I keep they mind gone

I'm known on blocks in the hood, by G's

A-1 nigga, that fucked off enemies

I lead never follow, triple my dollars

Fall on your ass, motherfuckers don't holla

Streets gotta with my mind made up, no guessing

Don't get caught up in these streets, with no weapon

I'm repping, fo' mob seven fo' G.D.

So when you see me on sight, hoe you know it's on with me

[Hook x2]

[Mr. 3-2:]

Dub in they united, with some real made men

They live by the word, and never show a grin

That's a sin how I live it, my format righteous

Police, physically don't like us

Snipers on the roof, and they on the lookout

For any false move, toward the Boss of the South

In a drop, I still got work

3-65, my pockets never hurt

Do dirt when it's time, if you in violation

Me and my folk, out here money making

No faking, running bidness when it come to the mob

Keep a set of broad, when it's time to do the job

Oh Lord please watch over me, fo' real

On shaky ground, I pack that 4-5 steel

When a deal, with whoever cause you never can know

However shit go, when it come to the snow

[Hook x2]

[Playa Pat:]

Hustling like a motherfucker, still put in work

I'm from a block where niggaz bust guns, ain't scared to do dirt

So if it comes down to it, got gorillas to do it

I pack a 45 caliber, and bitch I'll use it

I keep it gangsta, I'm down by law that's on the G

That's why I keep on counting paper, while you niggaz tricking G's

Motherfuckers, y'all better get your shit together

I'm making moves with my fam, blowing dro in a Hummer

We keep it cracking, lights camera action don't get killed

Cross the mob motherfucker, guarantee your blood'll spill

On the real, I'm well connected, from shining Texas

Making moves with my folks, and I ain't talking to snitches

I gotta get it, work 24/7 I'm on a mission

If it ain't about dollars playboy, don't wanna hear it

Y'all tripping, I'm constantly moving cause time ticking

Paper chasing with the O.G.'s, Playa Pat keep it pimping that's real

[Hook x2]