Tha Mobb lyrics

by

Birdman


[Intro]
Yeah
Hardbody, hardbody
Carter, Carter, Carter
Yeah
Let's go

[Verse]
Cash Money, Young Money, motherf*ck the other side
They can f*ck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide
Word to my mama, I'm gon' continue bombin'
Told her gettin' out the game is like coming out of a coma
I'm trying, but I'm normal, when this rap sh*t get boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
And the beat keep crying, and I'ma keep beating her (Yeah)
Fee, I'm f*cking her, I'm deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah)
And what happens when the reaper come? (Huh?)
I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah)
I made enough, I ain't make sh*t (Nah)
So while I'm here, I'ma take that and take this (n*gga)
Breakfast, yes
Let's eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah)
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner
No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on)
f*ck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh)
No bow and arrows, Harold (No)
Just Ninas, Gina (Damn)
Just choppers, Robert (Damn)
Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot? (Huh?)
I lock and seal it (Yeah), I'm the best, I can feel it (Yeah)
I'm in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got 'em)
Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go)
I'm here, motherf*cker, make room, boom
Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah)
It's my ocean, baby, y'all n*ggas is tuna (Yeah)
Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior
Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (Hah)
I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave (Uh-uh)
sh*t, I'm already a legend if I ever leave (You know)
Can't get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No)
Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat (Yeah)
I want it like I didn't see a mil' before seventeen (Boy)
What the f*ck you n*ggas telling me? (Huh?)
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree (Get back)
Catch me where the weather be (Hah)
Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling
Palm trees, promethazine, but what's new? (Tell 'em)
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop (Yeah)
Get f*cked so many times 'til it's f*ck you (f*ck 'em)
So, how you wan' do it? Baby, we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it
Money or murder, you my n*gga (Yeah), my jelly preserver
I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, 'cause (Yeah)
Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah
The n*ggas abolished, the b*tches astonished, and (Yeah)
Then they pay homage, when did they find it? But
Now that they know, it's a must I remind 'em, so
They don't forget it, I underline it, and
I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin', youngin
I been through all that, I done done what you sayin'
I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah)
When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah)
Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah)
Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah
Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah
Alter a n*gga, nina talk to a n*gga (Yeah)
Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a n*gga (Damn)
I'm awkward like Cartwright, f*ck with a n*gga
Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothin')
Fork in the road, I'm always going right
Nowadays, knowing life, ain't no more road lights (Woah)
We can't see, but we gon' make it to the finish line
It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut)
Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah)
Semi nine fit me fine, hit a n*gga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)
Damn, then one more to the face (Bah)
Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah)
I'm made, straight mafia sh*t
Front line, top rank, ready to die for my sh*t (Yeah)
And the obvious sh*t?
If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich
So f*ck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit (Yeah)
And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here (Right here), I'm chestin' up
I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (Woah)
See, you f*cking up the money, baby
And that ain't good business
You starting to look like a witness (f*ck 'em)
And this is for the gangsters and the b*tches (Yeah)
The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah)
Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No
'Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne'll never fold (Uh-uh)
You heard it right here if the game was ever told (n*gga)
Lift up your toes and look under a rug
Trust me, that's history under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?)
Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I'm still upfront (Yeah)
Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt
Let's eat and talk about all of the n*ggas we cut
But, you know what? Let's not f*ck up our lunch
That's real sh*t if you ever seen such, church
[Outro]
Tha Mobb
n*gga
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