Mobb Shit lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : Mobb Shit



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featuring Swoop G 3X Krazy & Cydal

Uh uh
uh. Still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh. Niggaz
still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh.

Verse
1 *(Swoop G)*

I hits the corner on three
Daytonaz
wit a bad ass bitch 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 niggaz, makin major
figgaz.

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

Mobb
shit, the type of shit you out committin a
lick
pistol whip them nigga to death and have
a kick
and the twist cuz niggaz be havin
shit
like bitches on Set It Off,
dank
niggaz be sniffin dark bank
mission
accomplished boss crack
hard or soft livin
boys and girls packin yo shit
let it
off
niggaz who floss out here be takin a
loss
it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss
Playa
talks to throw away gats in the
air
for makin yo scratch like that there Boss
Playa
niggaz 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 bitches
than Dr. Detroit
it goes down
Mr.
Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes
black ski
maskes
niggaz 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
niggaz 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 fuck yo face and leave you
frozen
bitch you was chosen,
that's how
it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness
mo killaz and
shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation
flawless
fuck 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 fuck
this
bringin mo heat than Rapper
Bernard
lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how
much to kick it that nigga hard
oh, from a
sucka
fo them niggaz that press they luck
there
in a game fucka
paralyzed caught one
in the ass, punk ass
couped up in an send 'em,
an jive
make niggaz remember the Mobb
them
other niggaz ain't no kiddin 'em
an it best be
a bounce off Mista, Mista
hit ya, get ya, split
ya
that's how we shit ya.

Verse 5
*(Cydal)*

Parafanalia to some Mobb members
unpredicable
niggaz 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 shit we in, we all contenders
you
don't know, you seen a nigga jumpin through yo
window
don't even trip
I confiscate this
money in the name of the Mobb
it's on yo
bitch
we'll juss pistol whip this nigga to a
coma
jump in the get away ride and hit the
corner
yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is
gonna)
yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is
gonna)

Verse 6 *(Ager Man)*

Get
ready to get yo gats out niggaz
fo all you
wacked out niggaz
bitch made batched out
niggaz
jaw jacked out niggaz
I'm not gonna
to patch out niggaz
these niggaz 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
bitch ass nigga
no cash
gettin-er
hustlin pretendin to be a
gangsta
switch hittin ass, nigga too
late
he wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a
4 chrome that nigga ain't
dumpin on
nothin
must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin
in buckets
then shittin up in yo mutha fuckin
drawls
coward
these bitches I put 'em on
the Mobb we gotta get gone
before a nigga cool
his gun
real nigga runnin from Mobb
will
throw away glock
won't pistol go drop
never
go Mobb
when the 4-4 stop
will a nigga get
mopped
fo restin my knot
tell 'em to get yo
grill knocked out
you fuckin wit niggaz 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
niggaz 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 niggaz for you to hang
an try
to be cool when Mobbin on them niggaz as we
reign
it's Money Ova Bitches, broke the
skrilla fuck the fame
sight of soldiers shock
the world like Rodney's girl
and we ain't
discussin shit
we bustin clips,
to makin
'em hurl
bullets makin them bustas curl
an
I put that on the Mobb nigga
we Mobb
niggaz
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 bitches 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)