Twista - Mobstability lyrics

Liffy Stokes-

Nineteen-ninety-muthafuckin`-eight

Mobsta elite`s back up in this muthafuck `em (Bitch)

And we airin` out all you playa-hatin-lame-ass niggas

And we on this laid-back track, something smooth

Eh yo, Mayz, whatcha don` do, kick it

Mayz-

And ride on, niggas get your high on

While we pump this shit to vibe on

The muthafuckin` mobsta elite`ll leave you breathless

When we hit you like this

Early in the morning, hop into the Chevy Caprice

I`m hurtin`, so I`m thinkin of ways to gettin` 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 thuggin` and stick to hustlin`

Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the bustin`

While I motivate on power moves, you live be coward rules

Singing the blues while I pack shit that`ll knock you out your shoes

`Cause I`m a fool playing the game of the streets

Claiming elites, making sure my family eats

We roll and it flees, bunkin` niggas out of their seats

While mobbin` on beats, soon niggas can`t back down or retreat

Preventing mine, just doing petty crimes, I`m not petty or nice

Standin` in line, calmly waitin` on my time to shine

`Cause when I shine, I`ma glisten

As all the heads come up missing

I`ma slide in and assume the position

My mom`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

Standin` firm on the deck makin` the front-page story

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When your mobs` at your side and they`re ready to ride, nigga

(Nigga, that`s mobstability)

And when you go from movin` O`s to keys for more cheese

(Fool, that`s mobstability)

And when it`s money over bitches `cause you`re stackin` your riches

(Playa, that`s mobstability)

Gettin` your mind right for payin` for the year 2G

(Gotsta be mobstability)

Liffy Stokes-

I heard a raw beat, somebody told me the funk did it

But if Trax didn`t do it I can`t fuck it

`Cause it`s a family thang

You know Chi-Town`s the motherland of the wild

The chain of mobsters and gangs

But we`re the elite few that just can`t be contained

Tippin` only the plane, determine it`s about the game

Like a playa stays the same, ain`t tryin` to act strange to change

`Cause the more paper you got, the more you got to slang

And there`s more haters to bang `cause they all want a piece

You got to be slick as grease `cause they want the playas deceased

Restin` in peace

But my motto`s simply too tight for you to threaten my life

With a knife, gun or mic

You don`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 ain`t passin` the bubble, niggas carry a grudge, but no love

So I don`t give a muthafuck if you killin` me

I`m pissin` out headshots, protestin` my mobstability

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Twista-

If I`m not into nothing, I don`t feel right

So I circle the block strapped

Watching the workers while they circle muthafuckas at night

They work to tippin` me `cause dope fiends ain`t wangers

These wanches are skanches, this ain`t just how the cracks and hiatus

My crew react tamers than sweat hogs, to protect that (?) bomb

But no teflon, your flesh was tearin`, for the love of this heron

I bare arms and I`m quick to snatch cards to those who react hard

Don`t judge these, got you robbed, I`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 `cause we walk every season

Having shootin` 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

`Cause I be handlin` my function when the nine-milliter get to jumpin`

Dumpin` on niggas who claimin` my muthafuckas ain`t worth for nothin`

I`m bustin`, how`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 willin`

For pay probabilities only seen through mobtability, feelin` me

(Chorus)