Tha M.O.B. (Feat. The Luniz, 3x Krazy, Cydal, & Knucklehead)

歌詞

(feat. Luniz, 3X Krazy, Knuckle Head & Cydal) [Swoop G] You can't stop me, baby. Mobb shit You can't stop us, baby. [x2] [Verse 1: Keek The Sneek] I put that on the... Mobb My here comes the warrior Heat from nailin him, yellin out the window when I'm bailin What you sellin? I need some zags, I'm ready to get keyed Juss a phase, If niggaz go snag a zag, then we go snatch a sack of green Step back and let the heat go attack 'em, so we can see Cuz picture my faulty face, fill it up wit drank an clear the space Sicker than Waco So wicked yo dick will scratch an lay low My folks get deep in yo dome plus roll up yo face an I say so Leave 'em dangled, severed an strangled I put that on the Mobb an my Mobbin niggaz will lay low. [Verse 2: Knuckle Head] They tryin to mug a nigga Tryin to put slugs on a nigga But I'm lettin a nigga have it, catch this silly rabbit What the fuck??!! Whoooo got dropped? What the fuck??!! Yoooou got shot I keep my gun on safety Cuz niggaz hate me Gotta retally me, yet they can't penitrate me Or fade me Got shot two times, bullets grazed me Lable me a mental Knuckle Head, bitch I'm crazy The Mobb slangs z's like Scarface on keys Rollin Lexo's an Benzo's sittin on Gold D's. [Verse 3: Numskull] I put that on the Mobb Slob, or no pussy, I rock pussies An after I fuck, I consider the clitoris my pussy So do the do bitch, I figure that Knuckle Head an Dru spit (Who you speakin on nigga??!!) You bitch It's Swoop's shit Day by day the blunt walk Hamps, chron-chron, Hindu an drunk talk I be the wall behind the heater Call me yo leader Makin niggaz go old school like Dan Sever Makin Num, Num inbetween 'em ain't no thang Dick on hang, slang mo pussy then sunsets on one set can't hang Bang-bang, love me to give me skrilla Hug me to give me lovely, Mobb love killa, killa. [Chorus x3: Krazy, Luniz & Swoop G] [x2] We Mobb nigga Hooride nigga, we drop niggaz You gettin mobbed nigga I put that on the Mobb nigga. [Verse 4: Yukmouth] Uh, nigga any bottle drunken X-O swallowed, pumpkin Head gettin Lead spittin an I'm hittin blunts an The chefs hittin, on dubb members My nigga Num, S-S mean mug niggaz, ex-drug deala niggaz Who love hittaz (Drink-A-Lot) He be the licksta (Smoke-A-Lot) he be the the twista Like the movies, sock it to me Like Rudy Ray Mode, or human tornado Nigga I'm groovy Break niggaz wit the Hong-Kong fuey, plus light niggaz up wit the uzi I put that on the... paraphanali I'm a keep the Cristally in my belly I touch mo bread then jelly One snap like Fonzarelli, make a bitch sell me Pussy until it gets smelly, an then I'm finished. [Verse 5: Bart] Got my pistol gripped tightly Make you do the right thang like Spike Lee Despite the Niggaz who be takin the M.O.B. lightly It might be Another case of name loss Cuz game cost, for the nigga that stole my butter I'm a show you off He coughed I opened them lungs like Primetine Mist Fuck wit a Forehead splitter, wit a clenched fist Dismissed Off the face of the planet Sank like Titanic Boy don't panic, I'm juss a Sickaluffa skitzofrentic Fuckin bitches that be jockin Oakland game I ran it, never leave empty handed An the hataz can't stand it But can't stop it either Behind a 9 millimeter I put that on the Mobb you'll be left on a machine greeter. [Verse 6: Ager Man] Niggaz wanna get they test on Better have they vest on Packin a clip full of teflon Leavin you niggaz stepped on Fucked around an got crept on Slippin in his 'Stang Talkin bad about 3 Times, I had to do my thang Mobb shit, wit a pistol grip 30 officers hit, wit a clip When you get stuck on yo door wit a $150 dolla kicks An slappin that ass juss like a bitch Nigga fuckin wit niggaz, don't ya know You best believe you fuckin wit soldiers That'll chop that ass up, roll in the cut like A-1 Yola A-G mutha fuckin E Got a glock an a 3-50 Niggaz better hope like Bob That they don't get robbed Fuckin wit the Mobb nigga. [Swoop G talking] Hold up nigga.... Fuck all you niggaz that ain't wit this Mobb shit. You Wit us or against us. Success is the best revenge. [Chorus x2] [Verse 7: Swoop G] The Mobb game got us niggaz brain hangin like wall paper You shouldn't have ran yo mouth about the Mobb at all playa All spraya Able to rip shit An still Eclipse spit, guess our heataz start to come in triplets The Oakland edition, where we was raised An rolls mutha fuckaz up off the turf that didn't belong One phone call, to my roll dog I have a roll call to finish Niggaz brought paraphanalia comin to get ya They proper position To chop 'em wit street sweepers an glocks Selection wit heataz, an sections to hectic to stop Like mad caulkin, an bad cops An all this shit that can get yo ass popped Or get yo ass shot I put that on Niggaz I rob wit in Eastside California Pullin up an puttin the pistol on ya. [Verse 8: Cydal] Paraphanalia to the Mobb We treat yo face like pussy, fuck yo head Why did the world distort, potnaz deadly, warfares This 'sidal life has got me strapped an sayin, more prayers Been down on one knee, hopin that when the killa comes that he don't gun Me Life is money Mind over matter until the death nigga Fo life I had that P.M.O.B. written across my chest I guess The mental mandatory got me cleanin up blocks For shitty niggaz like I'm in the janitorial business After droppin a dime niggaz will Mobb, many an all When the bullet flys many will fall Til I die paraphanalia verse 'em all T Luni the first to call I bet, as applied hearse an casket fo 'em all As we Mobb nigga. [Chorus: x2]