[Intro]
Mobstaz
[Chorus 2X: Twista]
If you my partner in crime, well c'mon ride with me
We gon' stick up the world, let's split it 50/50
Count the money in the hotel suite smokin sticky
If the police want some, the b**hes can come and get me
[Twista]
Now you were steady talkin 'til you heard that click-clack
Now come around me talkin sh** you gon' get b**h slapped
Now this is my life, my money, my hoes
Pullin Benzes and Bentleys out a garage do'
Think we give a f** about you? We gettin money mayne
But still'll tell a b**h n***a he gotta run that chain
We conquer all obstacles, you miss the preliminaries
I send six to a soul and put him in the cemetary
Men have varied that I suffered from the consequences of me
Never can put some shots on me cause my defense is ugly
Haters wanna k** Liff' and Twist' and they wanna murder Mayz
'til we send shots through they flesh, veins, ventricles and vertabraes
Give surgeries and d**h to n***az, wanna win a war but my weapon's bigger
I'm Tec religious, but most of all I'm obsessed with figures
Gotta get it, we can do whatever
I got a plan and some guns (f** 'em) we can do this together
[Chorus]
[Mayz]
I bet I catch you b**h n***az on the tip
Cause I swear I got you f*ggots gettin pistol whipped
See we ain't backin down to your mob or your chief
Cause we don't give a f** 'bout the n***az smokin leaf
Mob with the real n***az tryin to get a meal
'Til the rest of the fam come home from state ville[?]
We gon' keep it pimpin while you f*ggot n***az hate
But no matter what n***a we'll never break
Fool this is M-O-B 'til I can't breathe
Cause I'ma keep bustin 'til I can't squeeze
And show you fake a** hustlers how to make cheese
Cause you ain't seen a soldier 'til you fake steez
K-Town a** n***az doin what we do, keepin it hot
Always packin millimeters when you see us on the block
Our pockets stay on swole, gettin sweaty by your girl (f** 'em)
Cause she already know we 'bout to split up the world
[Chorus]
[Liffy Stokes]
First you was hard, now you got the f** face
Cause we got you in the basement wrapped up in duct tape
You'll be a lonely hater f**in with this [?]
I spit more game at these n***az than a negotiator
You down to get this money n***a well then ride with me
Grab a pistol and some shells, we'll split it 50/50
I go against the grain, keep a bomb on the dope with 'caine, numb you like novocaine
Keep the dope fiends catchin dreams, shoot 'em all about my change
I keep my Glock on co*k when I'm walkin up the block
I keep my stash on lock for them p**y a** cops
I keep a bundle of joy, the brown and the boy
Bad b**h whippin the clip that'll make a lot of noise
I got a lot of boys and they down to die with me
Real soldiers on the ground that'll give you fifty
To your face for the boss of all bosses
Made n***az run these streets built on coffins
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Mobstaz [echoes]