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Mob Rules Eyes Of All Young

had to aim and score To figure it out that my life was an error of ages Behind their non-human face They suffer like any race In the eyes of all young

1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin' real strange The rules is all rearranged You got babies lyin' dead in the streets These punk police is crooked as me But all

when I used to drank yac in my younger days Bust the twelve gage shotty, too young to buy liquor Little bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures Living

ball like y'all With platinum plaques on my wall?) But y'all niggaz platinum, what's mine? (they don't wanna nigga to shine at all They wish a young nigga

1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAL strange The rules is all rearranged You got babies lyin dead in the streets These punk police is crooked as me but all

1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAL strange The rules is all rearranged You got babies lyin dead in the streets These punk police is crooked as me but all

Blunts and guns is all we totin Constantly rollin, constantly rollin Tight on white but weed I'm smokin Every corner playas postin Eyes are red from dope we chokin All

wore Louis Vuitton and Fendi wasn't friendly but for lunch at **** y'all could get it on a new mob culture deep like Bob Marley the brothas that was large Black Eyes

used to drank yac in my younger days Bust the twelve gauge shotty, too young to buy liquor Little bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures Living life