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 |