Lyrics Tha M.O.B. (Feat. The Luniz, 3x Krazy, Cydal, & Knucklehead) - Swoop G, The Luniz, 3X Krazy

Tha M.O.B. (Feat. The Luniz, 3x Krazy, Cydal, & Knucklehead)

Swoop G
You can’t stop me, baby
Mobb shit
You can’t stop us, baby.
(x2)
Verse 1 *(Keek The Sneek)*
I put that on the… Mobb
My here comes the warrior
Heat from nailin him, yellin out the window when I’m bailin
What you sellin?
I need some zags, I’m ready to get keyed
Juss a phase
If niggas go snag a zag, then we go snatch a sack of green
Step back and let the heat go attack 'em, so we can see
Cuz picture my faulty face, fill it up wit drank an clear the space
Sicker than Waco
So wicked yo dick will scratch an lay low
My folks get deep in yo dome plus roll up yo face an I say so
Leave 'em dangled, severed an strangled
I put that on the Mobb an my Mobbin niggas will lay low
Verse 2 *(Knuckle Head)*
They tryin to mug a nigga
Tryin to put slugs on a nigga
But I’m lettin a nigga have it, catch this silly rabbit
What the fuck!!!
Whoooo got dropped?
What the fuck!!!
Yoooou got shot
I keep my gun on safety
Cuz niggas hate me
Gotta retally me, yet they can’t penitrate me
Or fade me
Got shot two times, bullets grazed me
Lable me a mental Knuckle Head, bitch I’m crazy
The Mobb slangs z’s like Scarface on keys
Rollin Lexo’s an Benzo’s sittin on Gold D’s
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
I put that on the Mobb
Slob, or no pussy, I rock pussies
An after I fuck, I consider the clitoris my pussy
So do the do bitch, I figure that Knuckle Head an Dru spit
(Who you speakin on nigga!!!)
You bitch
It’s Swoop’s shit
Day by day the blunt walk
Hamps, chron-chron, Hindu an drunk talk
I be the wall behind the heater
Call me yo leader
Makin niggas go old school like Dan Sever
Makin Num, Num inbetween 'em ain’t no thang
Dick on hang, slang mo pussy then sunsets on one set can’t hang
Bang-bang, love me to give me skrilla
Hug me to give me lovely, Mobb love killa, killa
We Mobb nigga
Hooride nigga, we drop niggas
You gettin mobbed nigga
I put that on the Mobb nigga
Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh, nigga any bottle drunken
X-O swallowed, pumpkin
Head gettin
Lead spittin an I’m hittin blunts an
The chefs hittin, on dubb members
My nigga Num, S-S mean mug niggas, ex-drug deala niggas
Who love hittaz (Drink-A-Lot)
He be the licksta
(Smoke-A-Lot) he be the the twista
Like the movies, sock it to me
Like Rudy Ray Mode, or human tornado
Nigga I’m groovy
Break niggas wit the Hong-Kong fuey, plus light niggas up wit the uzi
I put that on the… paraphanali
I’m a keep the Cristally in my belly
I touch mo bread then jelly
One snap like Fonzarelli, make a bitch sell me
Pussy until it gets smelly, an then I’m finished
Verse 5 *(Bart)*
Got my pistol gripped tightly
Make you do the right thang like Spike Lee
Despite the
Niggas who be takin the M.O.B.
lightly
It might be
Another case of name loss
Cuz game cost, for the nigga that stole my butter I’m a show you off
He coughed
I opened them lungs like Primetine Mist
Fuck wit a
Forehead splitter, wit a clenched fist
Dismissed
Off the face of the planet
Sank like Titanic
Boy don’t panic, I’m juss a Sickaluffa skitzofrentic
Fuckin bitches that be jockin Oakland game
I ran it, never leave empty handed
An the hataz can’t stand it
But can’t stop it either
Behind a 9 millimeter
I put that on the Mobb you’ll be left on a machine greeter
Verse 6 *(Ager Man)*
Niggas wanna get they test on
Better have they vest on
Packin a clip full of teflon
Leavin you niggas stepped on
Fucked around an got crept on
Slippin in his 'Stang
Talkin bad about 3 Times, I had to do my thang
Mobb shit, wit a pistol grip
30 officers hit, wit a clip
When you get stuck on yo door wit a $ 150 dolla kicks
An slappin that ass juss like a bitch
Nigga fuckin wit niggas, don’t ya know
You best believe you fuckin wit soldiers
That’ll chop that ass up, roll in the cut like A-1 Yola
A-G mutha fuckin E
Got a Glock an a 3−50
Niggas better hope like Bob
That they don’t get robbed
Fuckin wit the Mobb nigga
Hold up nigga… Fuck all you niggas that ain’t wit this Mobb shit.
You
Wit us or against us.
Success is the best revenge
Verse 7 *(Swoop G)*
The Mobb game got us niggas brain hangin like wall paper
You shouldn’t have ran yo mouth about the Mobb at all playa
All spraya
Able to rip shit
An still Eclipse spit, guess our heataz start to come in triplets
The Oakland edition, where we was raised
An rolls mutha fuckaz up off the turf that didn’t belong
One phone call, to my roll dog
I have a roll call to finish
Niggas brought paraphanalia comin to get ya
They proper position
To chop 'em wit street sweepers an Glocks
Selection wit heataz, an sections to hectic to stop
Like mad caulkin, an bad cops
An all this shit that can get yo ass popped
Or get yo ass shot
I put that on
Niggas I rob wit in Eastside California
Pullin up an puttin the pistol on ya
Verse 8 *(Cydal)*
Paraphanalia to the Mobb
We treat yo face like pussy, fuck yo head
Why did the world distort, potnaz deadly, warfares
This 'sidal life has got me strapped an sayin, more prayers
Been down on one knee, hopin that when the killa comes that he don’t gun
Me
Life is money
Mind over matter until the death nigga
Fo life
I had that P.M.O.B.
written across my chest
I guess
The mental mandatory got me cleanin up blocks
For shitty niggas like I’m in the janitorial business
After droppin a dime niggas will Mobb, many an all
When the bullet flys many will fall
Til I die paraphanalia verse 'em all
T Luni the first to call
I bet, as applied hearse an casket fo 'em all
As we Mobb nigga