Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tha Mobb, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tha Mobb |
Yeah |
Hardbody, hardbody |
Carter, Carter, Carter |
Yeah |
Let’s go |
Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side |
They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide |
Word to my mama, I’m gon' continue bombin' |
Told her gettin' out the game is like coming out of a coma |
I’m trying, but I’m normal, when this rap shit get boring |
All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) |
And the beat keep crying, and I’ma keep beating her (Yeah) |
Fee, I’m fucking her, I’m deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah) |
And what happens when the reaper come? |
(Huh?) |
I’m just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah) |
I made enough, I ain’t make shit (Nah) |
So while I’m here, I’ma take that and take this (Nigga) |
Breakfast, yes |
Let’s eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah) |
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner |
No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on) |
Fuck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh) |
No bow and arrows, Harold (No) |
Just Ninas, Gina (Damn) |
Just choppers, Robert (Damn) |
Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot? |
(Huh?) |
I lock and seal it (Yeah), I’m the best, I can feel it (Yeah) |
I’m in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got 'em) |
Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go) |
I’m here, motherfucker, make room, boom |
Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah) |
It’s my ocean, baby, y’all niggas is tuna (Yeah) |
Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior |
Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (Hah) |
I ain’t goin' nowhere special, I won’t never leave (Uh-uh) |
Shit, I’m already a legend if I ever leave (You know) |
Can’t get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No) |
Man, I got 'em, I’ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B) |
I’m hungry like I didn’t eat (Yeah) |
I want it like I didn’t see a mil' before seventeen (Boy) |
What the fuck you niggas telling me? |
(Huh?) |
You pups can’t keep up with the pedigree (Get back) |
Catch me where the weather be (Hah) |
Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling |
Palm trees, promethazine, but what’s new? |
(Tell 'em) |
Sometimes I can’t cut through that rough loop (Yeah) |
Get fucked so many times 'til it’s fuck you (Fuck 'em) |
So, how you wan' do it? |
Baby, we can get it |
All you gotta do is say it and I’m with it |
Money or murder, you my nigga (Yeah), my jelly preserver |
I’ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah |
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, 'cause (Yeah) |
Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah |
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah |
The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished, and (Yeah) |
Then they pay homage, when did they find it? |
But |
Now that they know, it’s a must I remind 'em, so |
They don’t forget it, I underline it, and |
I’m in the sky when the thunder’s cryin', youngin |
I been through all that, I done done what you sayin' |
I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah) |
When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders |
Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah) |
Hold court with the apes, I’m a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah) |
Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah |
Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire |
Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah |
Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (Yeah) |
Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (Damn) |
I’m awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga |
Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothin') |
Fork in the road, I’m always going right |
Nowadays, knowing life, ain’t no more road lights (Woah) |
We can’t see, but we gon' make it to the finish line |
It’s right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut) |
Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah) |
Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah) |
Damn, then one more to the face (Bah) |
Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah) |
I’m made, straight mafia shit |
Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (Yeah) |
And the obvious shit? |
If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich |
So fuck 'em, I’ma let 'em sit (Yeah) |
And I ain’t ducking 'cause I’m right here (Right here), I’m chestin' up |
I don’t care who at the top of the stairs, I’m steppin' up (Woah) |
See, you fucking up the money, baby |
And that ain’t good business |
You starting to look like a witness (Fuck 'em) |
And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (Yeah) |
The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah) |
Crossover? |
Whatever, mainstream? |
No |
'Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne’ll never fold (Uh-uh) |
You heard it right here if the game was ever told (Nigga) |
Lift up your toes and look under a rug |
Trust me, that’s history under all that dust |
So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?) |
Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I’m still upfront (Yeah) |
Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt |
Let’s eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut |
But, you know what? |
Let’s not fuck up our lunch |
That’s real shit if you ever seen such, church |
Tha Mobb |
Nigga |