Mobstability lyrics

Artist  : Twista 
Song : Mobstability



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 "Mobstability"
(feat. The Speedknot
Mobstaz)

[Liffy Stokes]
Nineteen-ninety-muthaf**kin'-eight
Mobsta elite's back up in this muthaf**k 'em
(Bit*h)
And we airin' out all you playa-hatin-lame-ass
niggas
And we on this laid-back track, something smooth
Eh yo, Mayz, whatcha don' do, kick it

[Mayz]
And ride on, niggas get your high on
While we pump this sh*t to vibe on
The muthaf**kin' mobsta elite'll leave you
breathless
When we hit you like this
Early in the morning, hop into the Chevy Caprice
I'm hurtin', so I'm thinkin of ways to gettin'
paid
Cheddar in a bundle, fifties and hundreds and G
stacks
If I could just hit that big lick I could relax
And ease back off of thuggin' and stick to
hustlin'
Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the
bustin'
While I motivate on power moves, you live be
coward rules
Singing the blues while I pack sh*t that'll knock
you out your shoes
'Cause I'm a fool playing the game of the streets
Claiming elites, making sure my family eats
We roll and it flees, bunkin' niggas out of their
seats
While mobbin' on beats, soon niggas can't back
down or retreat
Preventing mine, just doing petty crimes, I'm not
petty or nice
Standin' in line, calmly waitin' on my time to
shine
'Cause when I shine, I'ma glisten
As all the heads come up missing
I'ma slide in and assume the position
My mom's stick thick, who the killas and convicts
Bulletproof now, pistol holsters under the arm
pits
Ready to go out in the blaze of glory
Standin' firm on the deck makin' the front-page
story

[Chorus]
When your mobs' at your side and they're ready to
ride, nigga
(Nigga, that's mobstability)
And when you go from movin' O's to keys for more
cheese
(Fool, that's mobstability)
And when it's money over bit*hes 'cause you're
stackin' your riches
(Playa, that's mobstability)
Gettin' your mind right for payin' for the year
2G
(Gotsta be mobstability)

[Liffy Stokes]
I heard a raw beat, somebody told me the funk did
it
But if Trax didn't do it I can't f**k it
'Cause it's a family thang
You know Chi-Town's the motherland of the wild
The chain of mobsters and gangs
But we're the elite few that just can't be
contained
Tippin' only the plane, determine it's about the
game
Like a playa stays the same, ain't tryin' to act
strange to change
'Cause the more paper you got, the more you got
to slang
And there's more haters to bang 'cause they all
want a piece
You got to be slick as grease 'cause they want
the playas deceased
Restin' in peace
But my motto's simply too tight for you to
threaten my life
With a knife, gun or mic
You don't really wanna fight so just swallow your
pride
Before I come inside your crib and kidnap the
shorty and bride
Every nigga alive wish he had a psycho status
Will your punks ready to ride so the bit*hes can
come at us
In the city of thugs, police, politicians and
drugs
If they ain't passin' the bubble, niggas carry a
grudge, but no love
So I don't give a muthaf**k if you killin' me
I'm pissin' out headshots, protestin' my
mobstability

[Chorus]

[Twista]
If I'm not into nothing, I don't feel right
So I circle the block strapped
Watching the workers while they circle
muthaf**kas at night
They work to tippin' me 'cause dope fiends ain't
wangers
These wanches are skanches, this ain't just how
the cracks and hiatus
My crew react tamers than sweat hogs, to protect
that (?) bomb
But no teflon, your flesh was tearin', for the
love of this heron
I bare arms and I'm quick to snatch cards to
those who react hard
Don't judge these, got you robbed, I'ma get more
cheddar for my black mob
My legion is broke down into sections to run
every regions
Slugs and thugs, rifles for rifles 'cause we walk
every season
Having shootin' apartments, cars with hidden
compartments for po-pos 
Zip polos holding pistolos and mobstas know those
Sooner then booted, looted then zooted, (?) shoes
so can I
Automatics but semi, then I, watches your
midnight
'Cause I be handlin' my function when the
nine-milliter get to jumpin'
Dumpin' on niggas who claimin' my muthaf**kas
ain't worth for nothin'
I'm bustin', how's game I peep when I was a
shorty
Having big dreams on money, cars and bit*hes by
the time I reach forty
Nation affiliation, dummy paper-chase and willin'
For pay probabilities only seen through
mobtability, feelin' me

[Chorus]