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(Sample from Barbara Mason's "Yes I'm Ready" (1972 Version))
Dooski Tha Man
M.O.B. Scrapp Gang, man you already know

Aye, we ridin' with 4 heats, ain't got a stash at all
f**k 12, too much to lose for them to catch us all
My phone ringin', it's my n***a, I can't miss a call
It's f**ked up behind them prison walls, damn
I just told my young n***a keep his head up
And you'll be home soon, you never said nothin', forreal
I lost 2 real n***as this summer, and they wonder why it's on me
And they wonder why I move by my lonely
Like, how the f**k you fake and you my homie?
sh*t crazy, but, it get crazy when yo own tryna blaze you up
Got 1 on me, keep that glizzy tucked, watch how you runnin' up
I'm just tryna get some money, brah I nevеr had none
Growing up we nevеr had none
And when them bands come, watch how they hands out
Wasn't f**king with me, now you screaming I'm your mans now?
Lost Eboi so we ain't playin' now
Hit they block and get to sprayin' rounds, where the ambulance now?
I lost Scrapp so I'm looking for revenge
Ridin' with two twins, shootin' sh*t up off they hand
Steady hopping out of vans, poppin' n***as like they xans
If you ain't lose your n***a over beef, you wouldn't understand n***a
A lot of n***as took the handouts, I started trappin'
The opps thought they caught me lackin', had that automatic
Gave it to 'em til they crashed it
M.O.B. sh*t, n***a I ain't have to stay to see what happened
I lost a couple of my n***as to the system
Im out here doin' the same sh*t, like I can't be a victim
Im out here doin' the same sh*t, like I can't get that sentence
But im still killin' so I guess it's my decision

You wouldn't understand what the f**k I'm talmbout if you ain't come from where I'm comin' from n***a. Im from the streets with this sh*t man, real street n***a man, M.O.B. Dooski Mad Man

I done seen a lot of fake sh*t, and seen a lot of f**ked sh*t
n***as pickin' and choosing who they wanna f**k with
Only time they f**k with you, when they see the dutch lit
Got snaked by my own, so it's hard for me to trust sh*t
But momma always told me choose wisely with your friends
Be the 2 year n***as act like they knew you for 10
And the 10 year n***as act like they knew you for 2
But that's the risk that you take when growin' up in the zoo
Lost 2 of my n***as in the same summer, that's f**ked up
But if he got hit after that and he lived, then he lucked up
Man, ever since I lost my homies I been wantin' to bug up
All black, .40, hit the cut, I'm like "what's up"?
Scrapp, I know you see all this fool sh*t been goin' on
n***as ain't been righteous, a lot of sh*t been goin' wrong
But I been humble, laid back, in the stu just doin' songs
And I learned that n***as don't love you, until you gone
So I separate from n***as who ain't on what I'm on
And I educate them young n***as who up there up on they own
'Cause life too short to take this sh*t for granted
I saw my lil' bro in them streets, boy that sh*t did damage to me
The devil tryna take my soul, he want advantage of me
He tryna take control, but I'm still what I managed to be
So Imma move through all the trials and tribulations
It's kinda hard to tell who real, when n***as fakin'
So everyday I keep that steel, 'cause you know n***as hate when you gettin' money
Talk about you in a joking way, but hate you get the money

And that's f**ked up man. How could you hate me for gettin' money n***a? I ain't did sh*t but what you supposed to do n***a. But long live Scrapp, long live Eboi, long live Bebe n***a

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