Luniz Mobb Shit Lyrics

Mobb Shit 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)