Mob Up

歌詞

(Intro) Yeah, mobsta style for you muthafuckas, you know what I'm sayin' We fin to bring this shit like this here This muthafuckin' Chi shit, check it out (Chorus 1) The niggas in my mob can't be touched You best to mob up to come fuckin' with us, oh no Niggas in my mob bring the heat You best to mob up fuckin' with the elite, oh no (Liffy Stokes) You just a bitch in the sky, I hear cries 'Cause you can't whistle for your guys Surprise when you saw this pistols in your eyes So I peal like mere mortals, bet I shoot bloody portals To muthafuckas who owe us, niggas die, causin' horrifyin' pictorals My passion for blastin' made me an assassin on all enemies that work us Whose purpose is to serve (?) timbs 'til they high and they hurt us Murders got us murders, I pull my weed and gun out Blastin' 'til they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouth (Mayz) We in a rage bustin' rapidly like when I'm on stage It don't get no rougher than Liffy Stokes, Twista and Mayz In the blood of your day, then lay flat on your back Then while he fuckin' your hoe The mob gon' be straight coppin' you stack (Twista) Your mob lacks, I'ma defeat you run three-two on contact Cogniac, get me strapped with the black gat itchin' to bomb back Hoes can't get no sleep Bullets hit your chin for the grief that you bring us Shots hit his face as he grabs his chest Then we watch him bleed through his fingers Now come on, come all, but if all come all fall, fuck all y'all We road dawgs, then I come gunnin', niggas runnin' like they sold y'all In the heat of the night, the (?) static we start up Guards up, while we come strapped they come ready to mob up (Chorus 2 w/ 1) If it's static, one of my niggas gon' get two niggas Two of my niggas gon' get four niggas Four of my niggas gon' get more niggas That's more triggers meaning more killers You muthafuckas better mob up (Repeat) (Liffy Stokes) It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics And pumps and pull the triggers and make some niggas look acrobatic I was cold but frantic, the foes have panicked They got bloods blew out their dome, bet the bullets run rapid I kept bustin' for the love of hustlin' squeezin' my wesson Ruger, gang (?) maneuvers, niggas wanna be bruisers but I'm a shooter Fuck the squad, because when it's said and done Liffy Stokes will do some poppin' (Short Skit) (Liffy Stokes) Nigga the devil's knockin' at your fuckin' door With some hot ones and toe And ready to hit 'em with nothin' less than four Nigga let me go, I'm 'bout to pop this bitch You know you know the lick, art of the mobsta click Fuck the argument, mob elite's runnin' up apartments Kickin' in doors pistol whippin' hoes be heartless Searches as the bullets marches between your arches Make one call and wait and reload the cartridge (Chorus 2 w/ 1) - (2x) (Mayz) You can't even mess with a mobsta, nigga, is you sick in the head I torture that ass and have you overdosing on lead Or maybe I just leave you cut up, drippin' and dead With your crew skippin' town scared, my lead gon' lead their ass red Don't get misled, don't mistake me for somebody but a soldier The elite niggas got more death than AIDS and ebola Getting old and colder I be quick to (?) start uppin' but that chip off your muthafuckin' shoulder (Twista) Behold the stack folder, gun holder, AKA blunt roller Mayz if I die for you get your (..?..) and trap holder To hurt particular niggas comin' with perpendicular figures Crushin' triggers, y'all niggas better bring back some memos (Mayz) It really don't matter if that nigga pack a glock or a gauge 'Cause whatever the fuck Mayz blaze gon' make him see his last day Takin' 'em out, my life and makin' sure his cast stays Jack 'em for his last days, that's how livin' fast pay Nigga, you know the word on the street It's the mobsta elite that's servin' the streets to the rockin' these beats You better have a nice way to greet us than rolling with your guys And you could still die in a multiple homicide (Chorus 2 w/ 1) - (2x) Let's mob up (Chorus 1) - (2x)