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Дата випуску: 24.09.1998
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Mob Up |
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 |
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 |
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' |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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' |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
Let’s mob up |
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 |
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 |
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