Mobb sh*t lyrics

by

Luniz


Uh, uh, uh. Still ain't ready yet
Uh, uh, uh. n*ggas still ain't ready yet
Uh, uh, uh

Verse 1 *(Swoop G)*

I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
Wit a bad ass b*tch brought up in Gardena, California
Uh, she started tuggin, an rubbin on the Swoop
I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6-duce
Uh, you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
Came back to California now it's time to roll
I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank
My uncle was a balla from around the way
So I had the hook up
Whole keys I cooked up
Now all my n*ggas, makin major figgaz

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

Mobb sh*t, the type of sh*t you out committin a lick
Pistol whip them n*gga to death and have a kick
And the twist cuz n*ggas be havin sh*t
Like b*tches on Set It Off, dank
n*ggas be sniffin dark bank
Mission accomplished boss crack
Hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo sh*t
Let it off
n*ggas who floss out here be takin a loss
It cost to be the mutha f*ckin Boss Playa
Talks to throw away gats in the air
For makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa
n*ggas beware
The ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere
Fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare
No happy-happy, joy-joy
It's these boys
Runnin from decoys, pimpin mo b*tches than Dr. Detroit
It goes down
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes
Black ski maskes
n*ggas be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay
The Yay
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
Eh, eh blaze
Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)*

Back in the days, when I was raised
n*ggas got sprayed wit A's and K's
I prayed to my Lord that head won't take
Me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's
And hit the corners
I told ya the 4-4 flow will f*ck yo face and leave you frozen
b*tch you was chosen
That's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness
Mo killaz and shady n*ggas to keep the click-ulation flawless
f*ck all that other
Bury yo brother
Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under

Verse 4 *(Bart)*

Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
For tryin to brace
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience
Hot traces, suicide so you really can't f*ck this
Bringin mo heat than Rapper Bernard
Lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that n*gga hard
Oh, from a sucka
Fo them n*ggas that press they luck there
In a game f*cka
Paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass
Couped up in an send 'em, an jive
Make n*ggas remember the Mobb
Them other n*ggas ain't no kiddin 'em
An it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista
Hit ya, get ya, split ya
That's how we sh*t ya
Verse 5 *(Cydal)*

Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredicable
n*ggas get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull
They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
I'm surrounded by nimphos
Givin up info
On where you hide yo doe an indo
Guess what you in for
You bout to find out
That sh*t we in, we all contenders
You don't know, you seen a n*gga jumpin through yo window
Don't even trip
I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb
It's on yo b*tch
We'll juss pistol whip this n*gga to a coma
Jump in the get away ride and hit the corner
Yo b*tch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)
Yo b*tch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)

Verse 6 *(Ager Man)*

Get ready to get yo gats out n*ggas
Fo all you wacked out n*ggas
b*tch made batched out n*ggas
Jaw jacked out n*ggas
I'm not gonna to patch out n*ggas
These n*ggas don't really give a funk about yo snitch ass
Never in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame ass
b*tch ass n*gga
No cash gettin-er
Hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta
Switch hittin ass, n*gga too late
He wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that n*gga ain't
Dumpin on nothin
Must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in buckets
Then sh*ttin up in yo mutha f*ckin drawls
Coward
These b*tches I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone
Before a n*gga cool his gun
Real n*gga runnin from Mobb
Will throw away Glock
Won't pistol go drop
Never go Mobb
When the 4-4 stop
Will a n*gga get mopped
Fo restin my knot
Tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out
You f*ckin wit n*ggas that'll have ya noddin like ya hopped out
3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a
We folks all day
Ager, Sneek an the B.A
Put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay
Verse 7 *(Swoop G)*

Don't get it twisted we got restrictions
n*ggas that witnessed family beatins
From family meetins
No family grievins
Juss some youngstas
Grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous
Evil tactics
To shovel up caskets, and double barrell
Shotty blasted
I'm knowin these suckas can't catch these bodies flowin
Murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed
And cross the game it ain't the thang
Swoop G plus two G's will make them n*ggas for you to hang
An try to be cool when Mobbin on them n*ggas as we reign
It's Money Ova b*tches, broke the skrilla f*ck the fame
Sight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney's girl
And we ain't discussin sh*t
We bustin clips
To makin 'em hurl
Bullets makin them bustas curl
An I put that on the Mobb n*gga
We Mobb n*ggas
Includin everywhere we go
That's how we do it

Verse 8 *(Numskull)*

When you see Num, you see Mobb
How happly if you need job
Even if you be Slobb you need not worry cuz we Mobb
Slobb don't mean Blood
An Cuzz don't mean Crip
An Oakland is a term for broke b*tches makin grip
When we sip
We laid out, to drip-drip dry
We be slip-slip ride
Through the Town doin high-bys
When the yak hit my face it's like a hamburger kill
We'll be real
What's the deal
Uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here!
Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly
Makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities
Havin these thang is like a
Government task
M.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won't ask. (echos out)
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