Mobb Shit Lyrics - Singles - Luniz

Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet. 

Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet. 

Uh uh uh. 

Verse 1 *(Swoop G)* 

I hits the corner on three Daytonaz 

wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena California 

Uh she started tuggin an rubbin on the Swoop 

I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce 

uh you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe 

I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc 

went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos 

came back to California now it's time to roll 

I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank 

my uncle was a balla from around the way 

so I had the hook up 

whole keys I cooked up 

now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz. 

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* 

Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick 

pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick 

and the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit 

like bitches on Set It Off, dank 

niggaz be sniffin dark bank 

mission accomplished boss crack 

hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit 

let it off 

niggaz who floss out here be takin a loss 

it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa 

talks to throw away gats in the air 

for makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa 

niggaz beware 

the ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere 

fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare 

no happy-happy, joy-joy 

it's these boys, 

runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit 

it goes down 

Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes 

black ski maskes 

niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay 

the Yay 

Area smoke greenery malacious all day 

eh, eh blaze. 

Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)* 

Back in the days, when I was raised 

niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's 

I prayed to my Lord that head won't take 

me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's 

and hit the corners 

I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo face and leave you frozen 

bitch you was chosen, 

that's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness 

mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless 

fuck all that other 

bury yo brother 

leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. 

Verse 4 *(Bart)* 

Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's 

for tryin to brace, 

cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's 

place the cover in a maced 

ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience 

hot traces, suicide so you really can't fuck this 

bringin mo heat than Rapper Bernard 

lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that nigga hard 

oh, from a sucka 

fo them niggaz that press they luck there 

in a game fucka 

paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass 

couped up in an send 'em, an jive 

make niggaz remember the Mobb 

them other niggaz ain't no kiddin 'em 

an it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista 

hit ya, get ya, split ya 

that's how we shit ya. 

Verse 5 *(Cydal)* 

Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredicable 

niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull 

they see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable 

the world is a ghetto, and life is a plot 

I'm surrounded by nimphos 

givin up info 

on where you hide yo doe an indo 

guess what you in for 

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you bout to find out 

that shit we in, we all contenders 

you don't know, you seen a nigga jumpin through yo window 

don't even trip 

I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb 

it's on yo bitch 

we'll juss pistol whip this nigga to a coma 

jump in the get away ride and hit the corner 

yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna) 

yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna) 

Verse 6 *(Ager Man)* 

Get ready to get yo gats out niggaz 

fo all you wacked out niggaz 

bitch made batched out niggaz 

jaw jacked out niggaz 

I'm not gonna to patch out niggaz 

these niggaz don't really give a funk about yo snitch ass 

never in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame ass 

bitch ass nigga 

no cash gettin-er 

hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta 

switch hittin ass, nigga too late 

he wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that nigga ain't 

dumpin on nothin 

must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in buckets 

then shittin up in yo mutha fuckin drawls 

coward 

these bitches I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone 

before a nigga cool his gun 

real nigga runnin from Mobb 

will throw away glock 

won't pistol go drop 

never go Mobb 

when the 4-4 stop 

will a nigga get mopped 

fo restin my knot 

tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out 

you fuckin wit niggaz that'll have ya noddin like ya hopped out 

3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a 

we folks all day 

Ager, Sneek an the B.A. 

put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay 

Verse 7 *(Swoop G)* 

Don't get it twisted we got restrictions 

niggaz that witnessed family beatins 

from family meetins 

no family grievins 

juss some youngstas 

grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous 

evil tactics 

to shovel up caskets, and double barrell 

shotty blasted 

I'm knowin these suckas can't catch these bodies flowin 

murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed 

and cross the game it ain't the thang 

Swoop G plus two G's will make them niggaz for you to hang 

an try to be cool when Mobbin on them niggaz as we reign 

it's Money Ova Bitches, broke the skrilla fuck the fame 

sight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney's girl 

and we ain't discussin shit 

we bustin clips, 

to makin 'em hurl 

bullets makin them bustas curl 

an I put that on the Mobb nigga 

we Mobb niggaz 

includin everywhere we go 

that's how we do it. 

Verse 8 *(Numskull)* 

When you see Num, you see Mobb 

how happly if you need job 

even if you be Slobb you need not worry 'cause we Mobb 

Slobb don't mean Blood 

an 'causez don't mean Crip 

an Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip 

when we sip 

we laid out, to drip-drip dry 

we be slip-slip ride 

through the Town doin high-bys 

when the yak hit my face it's like a hamburger kill 

we'll be real 

what's the deal 

uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here! 

Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly 

makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities 

havin these thang is like a 

Government task 

M.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won't ask. (echos out) 

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