Dance, shake your feets We want you, to have a funky party But make sure, that you don't hurt nobody Now ladies, if you want to dance Then the Mob fellas
big homies. Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies You fuckin' with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me I'm from west side [?], west
roll right over Mobb Wit Me Who The West side goin mob wit me The North side goin mob wit me The East side goin mob wit me Down South goin mob wit me Nationwide Worldwide Mob
Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob
they killin' me I get my stripes and whose to tell Choosing to sell I'd rather die and be deceased World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
west coast was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin,
Uhh.. world wide mob figgaz (for real) World wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) we world wide mob figgaz (for real) World wide mob figgaz (check game you
's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night (ha
Told me go all out Serve em all homeboy I'm a west nigga A midwest nigga I'm the best nigga Cause we the best niggas From street team to GM To BP This
you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain They say we movin like an organized street gang All hues of blue, all shades of flame New west coast
the sky I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky [Verse 1: Kanye West] Man, man
callin' it 'GANGSTERISM' I murder you for dope, I'm the street distributor I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you Street connects, Mob ties on East and West
I am you are me Good woman said you gotta believe Submerge into the urge of we Deliciously the mystery CHORUS: One big mob aw yea aw yea One big mob
mob gang H-R-M Ogontz Ave. Brickyard to hollow Niggas was snatchin gazzeles and flippin pockets for tha dallo You run ya little wolf chain in West Oak
you ain't ever seen One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord Back to the spot up top West Hills for real, give it up to him (WC) A who bang with