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Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet. Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet. Uh uh uh. 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 sixteen 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. 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. 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. 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. Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredictable Niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgettable 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) 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 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. 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 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.
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