J. Stalin - Mobwire lyrics

[Verse 1: The Jacka] We on the radio n***a Your girl wanna blow me now Getting more head than a 30 on a 40 cal Turn the radio down I'm tryna hear if this tree is loud It's crazy that your b**h said we fly, cause we breathing clouds Got an eighth on me now tell the b**h bring a liter home (?) it ain't cool but when I leave I put my heater on Gotta be a nerd a** n***a ain't heard of me before True Religion, (?) and Stalin they my amigos too I ain't let a bird out the cage, I let my eagle go Coke on me, we leaning, but I don't need it though Your girlfriend dropped 6 bands, but i don't need you hoe Broke her when I met her when I let her go she leaving broke Knock you squares off with this ladder you think we a joke I'm from California my n***a I never seen it snow 'Cept for in my kitchen my n***a and we was weighin' blow Mobwire, my n***a, only God flyer Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire Never wanna rap on a beat 'less it's a (crier)? Feds wanna run through my spot, give me another prior Mane I'm turnt up with the Glock, you scared join the choir [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] S'Philthy, look, look I say these broke n***as mad I got they rent in my pocket I went from being a used to be to the number one topic The mob of the wire, the wire of the mob The hottest in the bay you other n***as get your jobs I can't explain the feeling when I copped my first foreign Got shooters that'll get it done for a fit and some Jordans They say all I rap about is money, well b**h that's what I'm having I was real before rap on 580 with the package I salute any real n***a that really touching cash I really came from the bottom I was working with my last Now I'm working with a whole thang I never stopped at half In every city I touch down I always rep the ave Only wish I ever had was to touch 36 ounces But I made it happen and it ain't come from rapping Unless you talking Saran, trafficking in vacuum sealed If you talking more than 40 we can talk about it (?) They say leave the streets alone and I can get a deal Tryna sell this white girl like stress so I can get a meal Mobwire n***a [Verse 3: J. Stalin] Part of the five families we come to the round table I'm my brother keeper; no Kane and Abel You see the purple label, you see the foreign whips That's that Mobwire, Cypress Village, Bay sh** I was in the Matrix whip it try to get a brick Go run and chase the money f** a b**h n***as snitching they tell them we the hottest on Smoking on purp watching the world through my kaleidoscope Pushing rhymes like dope and it paid off Now we playing with stacks like Bernie Madoff It's a celebration n***as; Mazletof Livewire boss, I know these n***as hating Shoutout my momma rest in peace my dadda your son made it Everyday my birthday, no happy belated b**h I'm an Oakland Raider, b**h I'm an Oakland Raider Bounce out with your a** we the desintigrator So much paper, we got paper cuts Ya them other n***as cool, but they ain't us f** around get your whole head tapered up CEO sh**, Tony Draper papered up [Verse 4: Rydah J. Klyde] Respect amongst man is what we demand of eachother AR with the double drum for my band of brothers Magazines asking questions about my track (?) I think he was on people tryna wrap me up but I see you You ain't heard that I'm the crack that you gave me as one of them babies I'm so dope I can sell myself I'm way too mainey ya this sh** paid me You got rap cause the crack I sold was k**ing my kind And so my other brother (?) tried doing that time But his minds (?) so all them rookies talk about cookies Just imposters can't be mobsters I feel like Tony around all these (?) I never ask them why all these squares tryna call me Rock I know the reason why Gotti went (?) Gangsta gangsta (?) with the banger Huey P and Lew real recognize real and n***a you a stranger I'm a real rider and this mobwire b**h you'll fight and you'll hide n***a I ain't got no friends you either family or you gone buy Customer and I come for ya if you stab me in my back n***as will catch you with ya kids We don't be k**ing n***as on wax These obituaries is facts (?) extended in these tracks So don't try me with all these questions your best bet is just to ease back, n***a Word to Sean my ratchets still go off I promise Word to (?) who tried to show you n***as where the (?) is We talking power when the illest n***as merge Mob Figaz, Livewire power surge in the song