[Chorus 2X: 2Pac] M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches
[2Pac] Thugs known to bust on sight God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die Boss players you wonder why I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My time as shorty was full of car chases While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert Cause we comin' for you
Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply till they kill me,livin that thug life Act up if you feel me
Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply till they kill me,I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride Act up if you feel me