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Intro
Yeah, mobsta style for you muth*fkas, you know what I'm sayin'
We fin to bring this s**t like this here
This muth*fkin' Chi s**t, check it out
Chorus 1
The in my mob can't be touched
You best to mob up to come fkin' with us, oh no
in my mob bring the heat
You best to mob up fkin' with the elite, oh no
Liffy Stokes
You just a b*tch 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 blood portals
To muth*fkas who owe us, 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 weed and gun out
Blastin' 'til they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouth
Mayz
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 fkin' your hoe
The mob gon' be straight coppin' you stack
Twista
Your mob lacks, I'ma defeat you run three-two on contact
Cogniac, get me strapped with the black gat itchin' to bomb back
Hoes can't get no sleep
Bullets h*t your chin for the grief that you bring us
Shots h*t 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, fk all y'all
We road dawgs, then I come gunnin', 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
Chorus 2 w/ 1
If it's static, one of my gon' get two
Two of my gon' get four
Four of my gon' get more
That's more triggers meaning more killers
You muth*fkas better mob up
Repeat
Liffy Stokes
It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics
And pumps and pull the triggers and make some look acrobatic
I was cold but frantic, the foes have panicked
They got bloods blew out their dome, bet the bullets run rapid
I kept bustin' for the love of hustlin' squeezin' my wesson
Ruger, gang (?) maneuvers, wanna be bruisers but I'm a shooter
fk the squad, because when it's said and done
Liffy Stokes will do some poppin'
Short Skit
Liffy Stokes
nigg* the devil's knockin' at your fkin' door
With some hot ones and toe
And ready to hit 'em with nothin' less than four
nigg* let me go, I'm 'bout to pop this b*tch
You know you know the lick, art of the mobsta click
fk the argument, mob elite's runnin' up apartments
Kickin' in doors pistol whippin' hoes be heartless
Searches as the bullets marches between your arches
Make one call and wait and reload the cartridge
Chorus 2 w/ 1 - (2x)
Mayz
You can't even mess with a mobsta, nigg*, is you sick in the head
I torture that as* 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 as* red
Don't get misled, don't mistake me for somebody but a soldier
The elite got more death than AIDS and ebola
Getting old and colder
I be quick to (?) start uppin' but that chip off your muth*fkin' shoulder
Twista
Behold the stack folder, gun holder, AKA blunt roller
Mayz if I die for you get your (..?..) and trap holder
To hurt particular comin' with perpendicular figures
Crushin' triggers, y'all better bring back some memos
Mayz
It really don't matter if that nigg* pack a glock or a gauge
'Cause whatever the fk 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
nigg*, you know the word on the street
It's the mobsta elite that's servin' the streets to the rockin' these beats
You better have a nice way to greet us than rolling with your guys
And you could still die in a multiple homicide
Chorus 2 w/ 1 - (2x)
Let's mob up
Chorus 1 - (2x)
