Mobstability Lyrics by Twista

Mobstability Lyrics


    [liffy stokes]
    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

    [mayz]
    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

    [chorus]
    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)

    [liffy stokes]
    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
    So i don't give a muthafuck if you killin' me
    I'm pissin' out headshots, protestin' my mobstability

    [chorus]

    [twista]
    If i'm not into nothing, i don't feel right
    So i circle the block strapped
    Watching the workers while they circle muthafuckas at night
    They work to tippin' me 'cause dope fiends ain't wangers
    These wanches are skanches, this ain't just how the cracks and hiatus
    My crew react tamers than sweat hogs, to protect that (?) bomb
    But no teflon, your flesh was tearin', for the love of this heron
    I bare arms and i'm quick to snatch cards to those who react hard
    Don't judge these, got you robbed, i'ma get more cheddar for my black mob
    My legion is broke down into sections to run every regions
    Slugs and thugs, rifles for rifles 'cause we walk every season
    Having shootin' apartments, cars with hidden compartments for po-pos
    Zip polos holding pistolos and mobstas know those
    Sooner then booted, looted then zooted, (?) shoes so can i
    Automatics but semi, then i, watches your midnight
    'cause i be handlin' my function when the nine-milliter get to jumpin'
    Dumpin' on niggas who claimin' my muthafuckas ain't worth for nothin'
    I'm bustin', how's game i peep when i was a shorty
    Having big dreams on money, cars and bitches by the time i reach forty
    Nation affiliation, dummy paper-chase and willin'
    For pay probabilities only seen through mobtability, feelin' me

    [chorus]

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