[liffy stokes]
Nineteen ninety muthafuckinand' eight
Mobsta eliteand's back up in this muthafuck and'em (bitch)
And we airinand' out all you playa hatin lame ass niggas
And we on this laid back track something smooth
Eh yo mayz whatcha donand' do kick it
[mayz]
And ride on niggas get your high on
While we pump this shit to vibe on
The muthafuckinand' mobsta eliteand'll leave you breathless
When we hit you like this
Early in the morning, hop into the chevy caprice
Iand'm hurtinand', so iand'm thinkin of ways to gettinand' 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 thugginand' and stick to hustlinand'
Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the bustinand'
While i motivate on power moves, you live be coward rules
Singing the blues while i pack shit thatand'll knock you out your shoes
and'cause iand'm a fool playing the game of the streets
Claiming elites, making sure my family eats
We roll and it flees, bunkinand' niggas out of their seats
While mobbinand' on beats, soon niggas canand't back down or retreat
Preventing mine, just doing petty crimes, iand'm not petty or nice
Standinand' in line, calmly waitinand' on my time to shine
and'cause when i shine, iand'ma glisten
As all the heads come up missing
Iand'ma slide in and assume the position
My momand'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
Standinand' firm on the deck makinand' the front-page story
[chorus]
When your mobsand' at your side and theyand're ready to ride, nigga
(nigga, thatand's mobstability)
And when you go from movinand' oand's to keys for more cheese
(fool, thatand's mobstability)
And when itand's money over bitches and'cause youand're stackinand' your riches
(playa, thatand's mobstability)
Gettinand' your mind right for payinand' for the year 2g
(gotsta be mobstability)
[liffy stokes]
I heard a raw beat, somebody told me the funk did it
But if trax didnand't do it i canand't fuck it
and'cause itand's a family thang
You know chi-townand's the motherland of the wild
The chain of mobsters and gangs
But weand're the elite few that just canand't be contained
Tippinand' only the plane, determine itand's about the game
Like a playa stays the same, ainand't tryinand' to act strange to change
and'cause the more paper you got, the more you got to slang
And thereand's more haters to bang and'cause they all want a piece
You got to be slick as grease and'cause they want the playas deceased
Restinand' in peace
But my mottoand's simply too tight for you to threaten my life
With a knife, gun or mic
You donand'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 ainand't passinand' the bubble, niggas carry a grudge, but no love
So i donand't give a muthafuck if you killinand' me
Iand'm pissinand' out headshots, protestinand' my mobstability
[chorus]
[twista]
If iand'm not into nothing, i donand't feel right
So i circle the block strapped
Watching the workers while they circle muthafuckas at night
They work to tippinand' me and'cause dope fiends ainand't wangers
These wanches are skanches, this ainand't just how the cracks and hiatus
My crew react tamers than sweat hogs, to protect that (?) bomb
But no teflon, your flesh was tearinand', for the love of this heron
I bare arms and iand'm quick to snatch cards to those who react hard
Donand't judge these, got you robbed, iand'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 and'cause we walk every season
Having shootinand' 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
and'cause i be handlinand' my function when the nine-milliter get to jumpinand'
Dumpinand' on niggas who claiminand' my muthafuckas ainand't worth for nothinand'
Iand'm bustinand', howand'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 willinand'
For pay probabilities only seen through mobtability, feelinand' me
[chorus]
