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