Mobstability Lyrics

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"Mobstability" is track #6 on the album Mobstability. It was written by Calvin Thomas;jabari Bristow;carl Mitchell.
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Nineteen-ninety muthafuckin' eight
Mobsta elite's back up in this muthafuck bitch
And we airin' out all you playa hatin' lame ass niggas
And we on this laid back track, somethin' smooth
Eh yo, Mayz, whatcha don' do, kick it

And ride on, niggas get your high on
While we pump this shit to vibe on
The muthafuckin' mobsta elite'll leave you breathless
When we hit you like this

Early in the mornin', hop into the chevy caprice
I'm hurtin', so I'm thinkin' of ways to gettin' paid
Cheddar in a bundle, fifties and hundreds and G stacks
If I could just hit that big lick I could relax

And ease back off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin'
Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the bustin'
While I motivate on power moves, you live be coward rules
Singin' the blues while I pack shit that'll knock you out your shoes

'Cause I'm a fool playin' the game of the streets
Claimin' elites, makin' sure my family eats
We roll and it flees, bunkin' niggas out of their seats
While mobbin' on beats, soon niggas can't back down or retreat

Preventing mine, just doing petty crimes, I'm not petty or nice
Standin' in line, calmly waitin' on my time to shine
'Cause when I shine, I'ma glisten as all the heads come up missin'
I'ma slide in and assume the position

My mom's stick thick, who the killas and convicts
Bulletproof now, pistol holsters under the arm pits
Ready to go out in the blaze of glory
Standin' firm on the deck makin' the front page story

When your mobs' at your side and they're ready to ride
(Nigga, that's mobstability)
And when you go from movin' O's to keys for more cheese
(Fool, that's mobstability)
And when it's money over bitches 'cause you're stackin' your riches
(Playa, that's mobstability)
Gettin' your mind right for payin' for the year 2g
(Gotsta be mobstability)

I heard a raw beat, somebody told me the funk did it
But if trax didn't do it I can't fuck it 'cause it's a family thang
You know Chi town's the motherland of the wild
The chain of mobsters and gangs

But we're the elite few that just can't be contained
Tippin' only the plane, determine it's about the game
Like a playa stays the same, ain't tryin' to act strange to change
'Cause the more paper you got, the more you got to slang

And there's more haters to bang 'cause they all want a piece
You got to be slick as grease 'cause they want the playas deceased
Restin' in peace but my motto's simply too tight
For you to threaten my life with a knife, gun or mic

You don't really wanna fight so just swallow your pride
Before I come inside your crib and kidnap the shorty and bride
Every nigga alive wish he had a psycho status
Will your punks ready to ride so the bitches can come at us

In the city of thugs, police, politicians and drugs
If they ain't passin' the bubble, niggas carry a grudge, but no love
So I don't give a muthafuck if you killin' me
I'm pissin' out headshots, protestin' my mobstability

When your mobs' at your side and they're ready to ride
(Nigga, that's mobstability)
And when you go from movin' O's to keys for more cheese
(Fool, that's mobstability)
And when it's money over bitches 'cause you're stackin' your riches
(Playa, that's mobstability)
Gettin' your mind right for payin' for the year 2g
(Gotsta be mobstability)

If I'm not into nothin', I don't feel right so I circle the block strapped
Watchin' the workers while they circle muthafuckas at night
They work to tippin' me 'cause dope fiends ain't wangers
These wanches are skanches, this ain't just how the cracks and hiatus

My crew react tamers than sweat hogs, to protect that their bomb
But no teflon, your flesh was tearin', for the love of this heron
I bare arms and I'm quick to snatch cards to those who react hard
Don't judge these, got you robbed
I'ma get more cheddar for my black mob

My legion is broke down into sections to run every regions
Slugs and thugs, rifles for rifles 'cause we walk every season
Havin' shootin' apartments, cars with hidden compartments for po-pos
Zip polos holdin' pistolos and mobstas know those

Sooner then booted, looted then zooted, shoes so can I
Automatics but semi, then I, watches your midnight
'Cause I be handlin' my function when the nine-milliter get to ujumpin'
Dumpin' on niggas who claimin' my muthafuckas ain't worth for nothin'

I'm bustin', how's game I peep when I was a shorty
Having big dreams on money, cars and bitches by the time I reach forty
Nation affiliation, dummy paper-chase and willin'
For pay probabilities only seen through mobtability, feelin' me

When your mobs' at your side and they're ready to ride
(Nigga, that's mobstability)
And when you go from movin' O's to keys for more cheese
(Fool, that's mobstability)
And when it's money over bitches 'cause you're stackin' your riches
(Playa, that's mobstability)
Gettin' your mind right for payin' for the year 2g
(Gotsta be mobstability)

Songwriters
Calvin Thomas;Jabari Bristow;Carl Mitchell

Published by
STAYIN' HIGH MUSIC

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