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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