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Lyrics for Mobb Shit by Luniz:



Artist:Luniz
Taken from the album Lunitik Muzik by Luniz
Album:Lunitik Muzik
Track:Mobb Shit
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Views:74
 
Lyrics:featuring Swoop G 3X Krazy & Cydal

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 cuz 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

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 cuz we Mobb
Slobb don't mean Blood
an Cuzz 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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