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Дата випуску: 24.09.1998
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Mobstability |
Nineteen-ninety-muthafuckin'-eight |
Mobsta elite’s back up in this muthafuck 'em (Bitch) |
And we airin' out all you playa-hatin-lame-ass niggas |
And we on this laid-back track, something smooth |
Eh yo, Mayz, whatcha don' do, kick it |
And ride on, niggas get your high on |
While we pump this shit to vibe on |
The muthafuckin' mobsta elite’ll leave you breathless |
When we hit you like this |
Early in the morning, hop into the Chevy Caprice |
I’m hurtin', so I’m thinkin of ways to gettin' paid |
Cheddar in a bundle, fifties and hundreds and G stacks |
If I could just hit that big lick I could relax |
And ease back off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin' |
Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the bustin' |
While I motivate on power moves, you live be coward rules |
Singing the blues while I pack shit that’ll knock you out your shoes |
'Cause I’m a fool playing the game of the streets |
Claiming elites, making sure my family eats |
We roll and it flees, bunkin' niggas out of their seats |
While mobbin' on beats, soon niggas can’t back down or retreat |
Preventing mine, just doing petty crimes, I’m not petty or nice |
Standin' in line, calmly waitin' on my time to shine |
'Cause when I shine, I’ma glisten |
As all the heads come up missing |
I’ma slide in and assume the position |
My mom’s stick thick, who the killas and convicts |
Bulletproof now, pistol holsters under the arm pits |
Ready to go out in the blaze of glory |
Standin' firm on the deck makin' the front-page story |
When your mobs' at your side and they’re ready to ride, nigga |
(Nigga, that’s mobstability) |
And when you go from movin' O’s to keys for more cheese |
(Fool, that’s mobstability) |
And when it’s money over bitches 'cause you’re stackin' your riches |
(Playa, that’s mobstability) |
Gettin' your mind right for payin' for the year 2G |
(Gotsta be mobstability) |
I heard a raw beat, somebody told me the funk did it |
But if Trax didn’t do it I can’t fuck it |
'Cause it’s a family thang |
You know Chi-Town's the motherland of the wild |
The chain of mobsters and gangs |
But we’re the elite few that just can’t be contained |
Tippin' only the plane, determine it’s about the game |
Like a playa stays the same, ain’t tryin' to act strange to change |
'Cause the more paper you got, the more you got to slang |
And there’s more haters to bang 'cause they all want a piece |
You got to be slick as grease 'cause they want the playas deceased |
Restin' in peace |
But my motto’s simply too tight for you to threaten my life |
With a knife, gun or mic |
You don’t really wanna fight so just swallow your pride |
Before I come inside your crib and kidnap the shorty and bride |
Every nigga alive wish he had a psycho status |
Will your punks ready to ride so the bitches can come at us |
In the city of thugs, police, politicians and drugs |
If they ain’t passin' the bubble, niggas carry a grudge, but no love |