Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet.    Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet.    Uh uh uh.       Verse 1 *(Swoop G)*       I hits the corner on three Daytonaz    wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena California    Uh she started tuggin an rubbin on the Swoop    I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce    uh you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe    I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc    went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos    came back to California now it's time to roll    I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank    my uncle was a balla from around the way    so I had the hook up    whole keys I cooked up    now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz.       Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*       Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick    pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick    and the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit    like bitches on Set It Off, dank    niggaz be sniffin dark bank    mission accomplished boss crack    hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit    let it off    niggaz who floss out here be takin a loss    it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa    talks to throw away gats in the air    for makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa    niggaz beware    the ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere    fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare    no happy-happy, joy-joy    it's these boys,    runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit    it goes down    Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes    black ski maskes    niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay    the Yay    Area smoke greenery malacious all day    eh, eh blaze.       Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)*       Back in the days, when I was raised    niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's    I prayed to my Lord that head won't take    me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's    and hit the corners    I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo face and leave you frozen    bitch you was chosen,    that's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness    mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless    fuck all that other    bury yo brother    leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under.       Verse 4 *(Bart)*       Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's    for tryin to brace,    cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's    place the cover in a maced    ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience    hot traces, suicide so you really can't fuck this    bringin mo heat than Rapper Bernard    lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that nigga hard    oh, from a sucka    fo them niggaz that press they luck there    in a game fucka    paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass    couped up in an send 'em, an jive    make niggaz remember the Mobb    them other niggaz ain't no kiddin 'em    an it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista    hit ya, get ya, split ya    that's how we shit ya.       Verse 5 *(Cydal)*       Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredicable    niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull    they see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable    the world is a ghetto, and life is a plot    I'm surrounded by nimphos    givin up info    on where you hide yo doe an indo    guess what you in for    you bout to find out    that shit we in, we all contenders    you don't know, you seen a nigga jumpin through yo window    don't even trip    I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb    it's on yo bitch    we'll juss pistol whip this nigga to a coma    jump in the get away ride and hit the corner    yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)    yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)       Verse 6 *(Ager Man)*       Get ready to get yo gats out niggaz    fo all you wacked out niggaz    bitch made batched out niggaz    jaw jacked out niggaz    I'm not gonna to patch out niggaz    these niggaz don't really give a funk about yo snitch ass    never in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame ass    bitch ass nigga    no cash gettin-er    hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta    switch hittin ass, nigga too late    he wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that nigga ain't    dumpin on nothin    must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in buckets    then shittin up in yo mutha fuckin drawls    coward    these bitches I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone    before a nigga cool his gun    real nigga runnin from Mobb    will throw away glock    won't pistol go drop    never go Mobb    when the 4-4 stop    will a nigga get mopped    fo restin my knot    tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out    you fuckin wit niggaz that'll have ya noddin like ya hopped out    3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a    we folks all day    Ager, Sneek an the B.A.    put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay       Verse 7 *(Swoop G)*       Don't get it twisted we got restrictions    niggaz that witnessed family beatins    from family meetins    no family grievins    juss some youngstas    grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous    evil tactics    to shovel up caskets, and double barrell    shotty blasted    I'm knowin these suckas can't catch these bodies flowin    murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed    and cross the game it ain't the thang    Swoop G plus two G's will make them niggaz for you to hang    an try to be cool when Mobbin on them niggaz as we reign    it's Money Ova Bitches, broke the skrilla fuck the fame    sight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney's girl    and we ain't discussin shit    we bustin clips,    to makin 'em hurl    bullets makin them bustas curl    an I put that on the Mobb nigga    we Mobb niggaz    includin everywhere we go    that's how we do it.       Verse 8 *(Numskull)*       When you see Num, you see Mobb    how happly if you need job    even if you be Slobb you need not worry 'cause we Mobb    Slobb don't mean Blood    an 'causez don't mean Crip    an Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip    when we sip    we laid out, to drip-drip dry    we be slip-slip ride    through the Town doin high-bys    when the yak hit my face it's like a hamburger kill    we'll be real    what's the deal    uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here!    Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly    makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities    havin these thang is like a    Government task    M.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won't ask. 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