[Intro: The Game]
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now

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[Chorus: The Game]
You ain't crazy
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now, baby
My soldiers around, you try to play me
You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now, baby
My soldiers around, you try to play me
You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy
Nah man, you ain't crazy
Uh-uh, uh-uh
You ain't crazy
Nah man, you ain't crazy
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Verse 1: Techniec]
Y'all muthafuckas ain't lost y'all minds
Don't think 'cause Tech' been on the low, Tech' done lost his grind
I been known to shine vividly
But early in my career, n***as was taking that Doggy Style shit literally
So I had to bounce back, re-swag my energy
Move a couple ounce packs from what I learned in chemistry
N***as was MTV, I was LBC
Throwing up the ES, hanging out the MC
Hoo-Bangin' but before I be his hoe
Fuckin' off my budget sorta like it was his dough
Man I said "Fuck it, to the hood with them pistols"
I'm a young n***a, shining like I'm covered in Crisco
[Chorus: The Game]
You ain't crazy
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now, baby
My soldiers around, you try to play me
You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now, baby
My soldiers around, you try to play me
You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy
Nah man, you ain't crazy
Uh-uh, uh-uh
You ain't crazy
Nah man, you ain't crazy
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Verse 2: The Game]
It's the M dot, O dot, B dot, he's shot
He got blown out his Reeboks 'cause he's not
A real n***a, streets is talking
"We don't fuck with him, he the rap Tommy Hilfiger"
What about his man?
He got that thing on his ankle, we gon' have to catch him at Summerjam
It'll be the talk of New York
I got a hundred grand that say I knock all of your teeth out in front of fans
Now spit on, running man
Matter fact, do the Running Man!
And pray to God that my gun'll jam
Tell everybody in the car to duck down
Talk about that on Star & Buc Wild
[Chorus: The Game]
You ain't crazy
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now, baby
My soldiers around, you try to play me
You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now, baby
My soldiers around, you try to play me
You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy
Nah man, you ain't crazy
Uh-uh, uh-uh
You ain't crazy
Nah man, you ain't crazy
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Verse 3: Eastwood]
I call it the Life After The Row
My lifestyle would seem like a movie
.40 cal, Desert Eagle, TEC, Ruger and some groupies
Got signed to The Row in 2001
And I didn't know the outcome so I kept me a gun
All my life I been waiting for a chance like this
A hundred thou' in the bank, chain hang to my grip
I'm f-uh-feeling like a baller, now, hoes on my boxer hole
Rolling in the same Rolls Royce my n***a Pac drove
Afeni gave me the word like "East', keep your head up
And no matter what you do, stay real and never give up"
I had to close that chapter in my life, it gets deep
I got love for The Row but now it's Black Wall Street
[Chorus: The Game]
You ain't crazy
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now, baby
My soldiers around, you try to play me
You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy
You don't want it with the MOB, we shady
The underdog's on top, now, baby
My soldiers around, you try to play me
You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy
Nah man, you ain't crazy
Uh-uh, uh-uh
You ain't crazy
Nah man, you ain't crazy
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Outro: The Game]
You think you the fuckin' MOB?
You don't know nothing about respect, mayne
It's the MOB, it's the M.O.B
Money Over Bitches, mayne
You don't know nothing about respect, mayne
I'll fuckin' crush you cockroaches, mayne
Get your fuckin' mind right, mothafucka
Fuckin' cockroaches
It's M.O.B!
Hurricane
Techniec
Eastwood, bitch!
You don't want it, do you!