[Toxic] Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was ready to bend Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got thin Now you back where you begin while I'm livin on ten Got inns sittin in a Benz wit rims sippin on Hen Wit Stokes, Twist, and Mayze while you broke bitch I'm paid Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have made You started with the mob thought you was harder than the mob But ain't no one motherfucker larger than this mob Swear to god, for y'all C-Wall ain't got love No only one that's gonna be on you side is this hot slug For the dead and locked I'm throwin my mob up Cock and bust to all y'all bitches die for crossin us
[Liffy Stokes] I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now they gone And when you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you dome And that's wit or without a mask on, cause I'ma blast on sight Even if it's in traffic in broad daylight The only way you live if it don't spray right But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight And that's on these four fingers I hold high Anybody who crosses my mobsta family they die I hollered at my boy James to bless me wit some mo' thangs A mobstaz hard to kill like stopping off of cocaine I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit this Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a dick
[Chorus] Nigga cross the mob so what's up In every destination retaliation gotta fuck 'em up Nigga cross the mob so what's up In every destination retaliation gotta get 'em up Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fetti fuck everyting that's petty Down to do dirt lets put in work Stay together whether we rappin of slangin ye together Get the paper but don't cross the mob and get hurt loyalty's first
[Traxster] When everything was all good y'all niggas threw the wall up But when the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches ball up Now you time is all up, fuck who you call up My niggas all bust, my killas all nuts What the fuck you call us, what you say about C-Wall Playa hatin how we ball, nigga we'll be to see y'all And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this pain on you No love my slugs got them thugs name on 'em If he wit his kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the chains on 'em Go insane on em', guess he done wit that work range on em Rain over, so nigga respect my mob like royalty 'Till I'm dead y'all hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty
[Twista] When you come strapped in a circle No I'm finna hurt you Cause the mob put me peeped all of your loopholes Cause the trigger work you Bust all of you bitches and all of you hoes When the bruh come Thugs betta run shit look at what thugs want See what drugs done When held the gun got you runnin from a loved one Thought you was down to die but you been found to lie So fuck you can't trust you, gotta bust you Crush you now you can't lick hits and hustle Try to flex your muscle But my criteria gotta over comes yo strategies Try to make a mob out of peas I can ride on you wit Money-T and an amount of cheese Plus I had a lot of bud in 'em I get mad at the budgin' 'em Whippin out the stud in 'em But I ain't even studying If again and it's on I just put a slug in him Duggin him dead and headin hoes off at the pass Open up a can of kick ass Toy wit me loyalty die quick blast
[Maze] I roll wit straight mobsta leaners That always carry beamers And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who come between us Shockin' the world wit young slingers And we can't be defeated, even if you triple team us Cause this game got my mod deranged if you in pain Kamokaze like my nigga Lo if we loose to you man So ready to aim cause it ain't shit to explain Shots to exchange plenty of paper in the game To help us remain on top of the world until we go bang Doin our thang while y'all niggas just hate and complain in vain But it'ws still gonna be the same we gonna mob forever And out shine all you bitch ass niggas together
[chorus]
[as lib by Liffy Stokes]
Compositores: Samuel C Lindley (The Legendary Traxster), Carl Terrell Mitchell (Twista), Calvin Thomas (Malifik), Jabari Bristow (Mayz), Fredrick Taylor ECAD: Obra #11858102