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Tha Mobb Lyrics

from Tha Carter, Vol. 2

"Tha Mobb" is track #2 on the album Tha Carter, Vol. 2. It was written by Thomas, Seon / Green, Greg / Carter, D.p. / Turbinton, W..
"Tha Mobb" is track #2 on the album Tha Carter, Vol. 2. It was written by Thomas, Seon / Green, Greg / Carter, D.p. / Turbinton, W..

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Yeah, hard body
(Hard body)
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 momma I'm gonna continue bombin'
'Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma
I'm tryin' but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin'
All I ask is that you pray for me

And the beat keep cryin' and I'mma keep beatin' her
Fee' I'm fuckin' her, I'm deep in her sleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come
I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up
I made enough I ain't meant shit
So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this

Breakfast, yes, let's eat, wipe ya mouth when ya finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
To the criminal activity, fuck with them, they rushin' in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it

I'm in the lead, I can pop a wheelie
(Got 'em)
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb
I'm here muhfucker make room, boom
Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggaz is tuna
Better now than sooner junior

Fly around ya city, trying to take a number 2 on ya
I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave
Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Man, I got 'em, I'mma get 'em B
(I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen

What the fuck you niggaz tellin' me?
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but what's new?
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
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 wit' it
Money and murder you, my nigga, my jelly preserver
I'mma ride baby, til' the judge give me a verdict, yeah
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it
'Cuz every time I did it I hit it and hurt it, yeah
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished

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' young'n
I been through all that I done, done what you sayin'
I put it down when the others was playin'
When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions

holding court with the apes, I'm a gorilla but lighter
Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter, yeah
Start 'em, ignite 'em, I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplyin', whoo, yeah
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit' a nigga
Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite

Fork in the road, I'm always goin' right
Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights
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
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Damn, then one more to the face just

So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
I'm made straight mafia shit front line
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my rivalries they prolly get rich
So fuck 'em, I'mma let 'em sit
And I ain't duckin' 'cuz I'm right here I'm chesting up
I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up
See you fuckin' up the money, baby, that ain't good business

You startin' to look like a witness and this is
For the gangstas and the bitches, the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover whatever mainstream know
'Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Trust me there's history under all that dust

So deep down in the dirty there lies us
Yeah, Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Stunna pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt
Let's eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
That's real shit if you ever seen such

Tha Mobb


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