Lirik Lagu Mob Up (feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz) - Twista
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[Intro]Yeah mobsta style for you muthafuckas you know what I'm sayin'We fin to bring this shit like this hereThis muthafuckin' Chi shit check it out
[Chorus 1]The niggas in my mob can't be touchedYou best to mob up to come fuckin' with us oh noNiggas in my mob bring the heatYou best to mob up fuckin' with the elite oh no
[Liffy Stokes]You just a bitch in the sky I hear cries'Cause you can't whistle for your guysSurprise when you saw this pistols in your eyesSo I peal like mere mortals, bet I shoot bloody portalsTo muthafuckas who owe us, niggas die, causin' horrifyin' (?)My passion for blastin' made me an assassin on all enemies that work usWhose purpose is to serve (?) timbs 'til they high and they hurt usMurders got us murders, I pull my weed and gun outBlastin' '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 stageIt don't get no rougher than Liffy Stokes, Twista and MayzIn the blood of your day, then lay flat on your backThen while he fuckin' your hoeThe mob gon' be straight coppin' you stack
[Twista]Your mob lacks, I'ma defeat you run three-two on contactCogniac, get me strapped with the black gat itchin' to bomb backHoes can't get no sleepBullets hit your chin for the grief that you bring usShots hit his face as he grabs his chestThen we watch him bleed through his fingersNow come on, come all, but if all come all fall, fuck all y'allWe road dawgs, then I come gunnin', niggas runnin' like they sold y'allIn the heat of the night, the (?) static we start upGuards up, while we come strapped they come ready to mob up
[Chorus 2 w/ 1]If it's static, one of my niggas gon' get two niggasTwo of my niggas gon' get four niggasFour of my niggas gon' get more niggasThat's more triggers meaning more killersYou muthafuckas better mob up
[Repeat]
[Liffy Stokes]It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automaticsAnd pumps and pull the triggers and make some niggas look acrobaticI was cold but frantic, the foes have panickedThey got bloods blew out their dome, bet the bullets run rapidI kept bustin' for the love of hustlin' squeezin' my wessonRuger, gang (?) maneuvers, niggas wanna be bruisers but I'm a shooterFuck the squad, because when it's said and doneLiffy Stokes will do some poppin'
[Short Skit]
[Liffy Stokes]Nigga the devil's knockin' at your fuckin' doorWith some hot ones and toeAnd ready to hit 'em with nothin' less than fourNigga let me go, I'm 'bout to pop this bitchYou know you know the lick, art of the mobsta clickFuck the argument, mob elite's runnin' up apartmentsKickin' in doors pistol whippin' hoes be heartlessSearches as the bullets marches between your archesMake one call and wait and reload the cartridge
[Chorus 2 w/ 1] - (2x)
[Mayz]You can't even mess with a mobsta, nigga, is you sick in the headI torture that ass and have you overdosing on leadOr maybe I just leave you cut up, drippin' and deadWith your crew skippin' town scared, my lead gon' lead their ass redDon't get misled, don't mistake me for somebody but a soldierThe elite niggas got more death than AIDS and ebolaGetting old and colderI be quick to (?) start uppin' but that chip off your muthafuckin' shoulder
[Twista]Behold the stack folder, gun holder, AKA blunt rollerMayz if I die for you get your (..?..) and trap holderTo hurt particular niggas comin' with perpendicular figuresCrushin' triggers, y'all niggas better bring back some memos
[Mayz]It really don't matter if that nigga pack a glock or a gauge'Cause whatever the fuck Mayz blaze gon' make him see his last dayTakin' 'em out, my life and makin' sure his cast staysJack 'em for his last days, that's how livin' fast payNigga, you know the word on the streetIt's the mobsta elite that's servin' the streets to the rockin' these beatsYou better have a nice way to greet us than rolling with your guysAnd you could still die in a multiple homicide
[Chorus 2 w/ 1] - (2x)
Let's mob up
[Chorus 1] - (2x)
[Chorus 1]The niggas in my mob can't be touchedYou best to mob up to come fuckin' with us oh noNiggas in my mob bring the heatYou best to mob up fuckin' with the elite oh no
[Liffy Stokes]You just a bitch in the sky I hear cries'Cause you can't whistle for your guysSurprise when you saw this pistols in your eyesSo I peal like mere mortals, bet I shoot bloody portalsTo muthafuckas who owe us, niggas die, causin' horrifyin' (?)My passion for blastin' made me an assassin on all enemies that work usWhose purpose is to serve (?) timbs 'til they high and they hurt usMurders got us murders, I pull my weed and gun outBlastin' '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 stageIt don't get no rougher than Liffy Stokes, Twista and MayzIn the blood of your day, then lay flat on your backThen while he fuckin' your hoeThe mob gon' be straight coppin' you stack
[Twista]Your mob lacks, I'ma defeat you run three-two on contactCogniac, get me strapped with the black gat itchin' to bomb backHoes can't get no sleepBullets hit your chin for the grief that you bring usShots hit his face as he grabs his chestThen we watch him bleed through his fingersNow come on, come all, but if all come all fall, fuck all y'allWe road dawgs, then I come gunnin', niggas runnin' like they sold y'allIn the heat of the night, the (?) static we start upGuards up, while we come strapped they come ready to mob up
[Chorus 2 w/ 1]If it's static, one of my niggas gon' get two niggasTwo of my niggas gon' get four niggasFour of my niggas gon' get more niggasThat's more triggers meaning more killersYou muthafuckas better mob up
[Repeat]
[Liffy Stokes]It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automaticsAnd pumps and pull the triggers and make some niggas look acrobaticI was cold but frantic, the foes have panickedThey got bloods blew out their dome, bet the bullets run rapidI kept bustin' for the love of hustlin' squeezin' my wessonRuger, gang (?) maneuvers, niggas wanna be bruisers but I'm a shooterFuck the squad, because when it's said and doneLiffy Stokes will do some poppin'
[Short Skit]
[Liffy Stokes]Nigga the devil's knockin' at your fuckin' doorWith some hot ones and toeAnd ready to hit 'em with nothin' less than fourNigga let me go, I'm 'bout to pop this bitchYou know you know the lick, art of the mobsta clickFuck the argument, mob elite's runnin' up apartmentsKickin' in doors pistol whippin' hoes be heartlessSearches as the bullets marches between your archesMake one call and wait and reload the cartridge
[Chorus 2 w/ 1] - (2x)
[Mayz]You can't even mess with a mobsta, nigga, is you sick in the headI torture that ass and have you overdosing on leadOr maybe I just leave you cut up, drippin' and deadWith your crew skippin' town scared, my lead gon' lead their ass redDon't get misled, don't mistake me for somebody but a soldierThe elite niggas got more death than AIDS and ebolaGetting old and colderI be quick to (?) start uppin' but that chip off your muthafuckin' shoulder
[Twista]Behold the stack folder, gun holder, AKA blunt rollerMayz if I die for you get your (..?..) and trap holderTo hurt particular niggas comin' with perpendicular figuresCrushin' triggers, y'all niggas better bring back some memos
[Mayz]It really don't matter if that nigga pack a glock or a gauge'Cause whatever the fuck Mayz blaze gon' make him see his last dayTakin' 'em out, my life and makin' sure his cast staysJack 'em for his last days, that's how livin' fast payNigga, you know the word on the streetIt's the mobsta elite that's servin' the streets to the rockin' these beatsYou better have a nice way to greet us than rolling with your guysAnd you could still die in a multiple homicide
[Chorus 2 w/ 1] - (2x)
Let's mob up
[Chorus 1] - (2x)
