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World Wide Mob Figgaz

This song is by 2Pac and appears on the album Until The End Of Time (2001).

Uhh ... World wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figga
(O-U-T-L-A-W-Z)
World wide mob figgaz
(For real, for real)
World wide mob figgaz

Check game little young punks
World wide mob figgaz

(EDI)
What? Uh, uh
Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up
And what?
I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine
It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
Wild ridahs all I see when I open up
Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up
You know what?
I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore
Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
Fucking with a nigga living destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in ?
When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown
Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark, where the real thug niggaz see ya are?
We world wide mob figgaz

(Young Noble)
We got niggaz on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang)
We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

(Napoleon)
Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin
Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin
You didn't kill me now you gotta face a young man got chrome heavily armed
Outlawz did that, heavily gone
So we ride with what's left us, the best of us
Plus we wake up with our tech on us
We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat
Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful
I'll leave you mother fuckers critical
We heard the slick shit you said on fucking Too $hort tape
But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this
You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed
Just switched to fake
Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break
The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it go in our family
Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually
We world wide mob figgaz

(Tupac Talking)
World wide mother fucking mob figgaz
Weed smoking, Gun toting, drinking
Riding on our mother fucking enemies
Y'all know how we do it
A world wide mob figure

(Young Noble)
I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
M-A-R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge
Your lady blew out the squad and the whold sausage
(?), hitting donuts in a six
Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit
Urban legend, dirty third still reppin
Still double-S to bum rush your session
I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt
Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt
Sprint to the church that you got comin
Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin
Ain't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains
Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game
Under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off
Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz

(Chorus)

World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..

(Verse Four: 2Pac)
Hey watch out man, look out
Known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me
And nah it aint the drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and cause havoc
My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it
I've been labelled as a thug nigga
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks
ship it to the drug dealers
And catch a catch a nigga world wide
A fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride
When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger
But we ain't sell our souls
Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes
At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action
Now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga

(Chorus)

(2Pac ad libbing)
Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there
Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast
Yo Mo, get over there, get over there
Hey yo Malc, get
Bustin them mother fuckers
Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga
Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here
Fuck them niggaz
West Coast nigga, West Coast
World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
We thug life
Nigga know what time it is
Get the fuck out of here
Any day, any day nigga, come on
Hey come the fuck on
We out nigga, westside!!!
Outlaw ridahs biatch!!!

Written by:

Mutah W Beale; Rufus Lee Cooper; Feli Fell; Malcolm Greenidge; Tyruss Gerald Himes; Johnny Lee Jackson; Tupac Amaru Shakur

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