Yeah mobsta style for you muthaf**kas you know what I'm sayin'
We fin to bring this s**t like this here
This muthaf**kin' Chi s**t check it out
The n***as in my mob can't be touched
You best to mob up to come f**kin' with us oh no
N***as in my mob bring the heat
You best to mob up f**kin' with the elite oh no
You just a b***h 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 muthaf**kas who owe us n***as 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 w**d 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 f**kin' your ho
The mob gon' be straight coppin' you stack
Your mob lacks I'mma defeat you run three-two on contact
Cogniac get me strapped with the black gat itchin' to bomb back
H*es 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 f**k all y'all
We road dawgs then I come gunnin' n***as 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 n***as gon' get two n***as
Two of my n***as gon' get four n***as
Four of my n***as gon' get more n***as
That's more triggers meaning more killers
You muthaf**kas better mob up
It's a static it's automatic so grab the automatics
And pumps and pull the triggers and make some n***as look acrobatic
I was cold but frantic the froze and panicked
They got bloods blew out their do me bet the bullets run rapid
I kept bustin' for the love of hustlin' squeezin' my Russian
Ruger gangland maneuvers n***as wanna be bruisers but I'm a shooter
F**k the squad because when it's said and done
Liffy Stokes will do some poppin'
N***a the devil's knockin' at your f**kin' door
With some hot ones in tow
And ready to hit 'em with nothin' less than four
N***a let me go I'm 'bouts to pop this b***h
You know you know the lick art of the mobsta clique
F**k the argument mob elite's runnin' up apartments
Kickin' in doors pistol whippin' h*es be heartless
Searchin as the bullets marches between your arches
Make one call and wait and reload the cartridge
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You can't f**k with a mobsta n***a is you sick in the head
I torture that a*s 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 a*s red
Don't get misled don't mistake me for somebody's foot soldier
The elite n***as got more death than AIDS and ebola
Getting old and colder
I be quick as f**k to up and buck that chip off your muthaf**kin' shoulder
Behold the stack folder gun holder AKA blunt roller
Mayz if I die for you get your
And trap holder
To hurt particular n***as comin' with perpendicular figures
Crushin' triggers y'all better bring back some ammo
It really don't matter if that n***a pack a Glock or a gauge
Cause whatever the f**k 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
N***a you know the word on the street
It's the mobsta elite that's servin' the streets to the rockinest beats
You better have a nice way to greet us than rolling with your guys
And you could still die in a multiple homicide
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Let's mob up
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