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Crime Mob Hated On Mostly

law with 16 **** at ya head, **** I'm born to be on top like M J in 94 Beatin' down the block, hide my tweet, it's Crime Mob, **** I let 'em know, I

Ain't got no love for niggas and that's how it's gotta be Pimpin's in my blood for life so hate the game but don't hate me If she walk you to your car

Stibility, long jeoperdy's Forever making paso's I take doe Flip it and rip it so I can make moe For fake hoes Diamonds are forever so you better gone and hate

On the daily, off the hizzle, rock my hizzle and shake my skittles Soda, pop it, watch it sizzle, man, this **** right here's the shizzle **** on the

club that be scared talkin' shit Hiding right behind they homies, hesitated to throw up signs I'ma put it in his face and slap that boy fuckin' blind I'm a player on

nickel's And they definitely love to hate and I shine in their face While they throw they life away I'ma keep on countin' cake Keep that yip yap to yourself I got music on

The Law Wit 16 Shots At Ya Head Nigga Im Born To Be On Top Like Mj In 94 Beatn Down Tha Block Hide My Tweet Itz Crime Mob Hoe I Let Em Kno I Let Em Kno

I'm strung out over you (you, ova you...) [Verse 3:] Yes it relaxes me, satisfactory, treat me like a queen it was love at first sight on that night once i stepped on

in the car [Verse 1: Lil Scrappy] Yea, I was born military thuggin nigga ever since mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence ballin on