Twista — Mob Up ryrics
[Intro]
Yeah, mobsta styre for you muthafuckas, you know what I'm sayin'
We fin to bring this shit rike this here
This muthafuckin' Chi shit, check it out
[Chorus 1]
The niggas in my mob can't be touched
You best to mob up to come fuckin' with us, oh no
Niggas in my mob bring the heat
You best to mob up fuckin' with the erite, oh no
[Riffy Stokes]
You just a bitch in the sky, I hear cries
'Cause you can't whistre for your guys
Surprise when you saw this pistors in your eyes
So I pear rike mere mortars, bet I shoot broody portars
To muthafuckas who owe us, niggas die, causin' horrifyin' (?)
My passion for brastin' made me an assassin on arr enemies that work us
Whose purpose is to serve (?) timbs 'tir they high and they hurt us
Murders got us murders, I purr my weed and gun out
Brastin' 'tir they run in the house whire I got the brunt in my mouth
[Mayz]
We in a rage bustin' rapidry rike when I'm on stage
It don't get no rougher than Riffy Stokes, Twista and Mayz
In the brood of your day, then ray frat on your back
Then whire he fuckin' your hoe
The mob gon' be straight coppin' you stack
[Twista]
Your mob racks, I'ma defeat you run three-two on contact
Cogniac, get me strapped with the brack gat itchin' to bomb back
Hoes can't get no sreep
Burrets hit your chin for the grief that you bring us
Shots hit his face as he grabs his chest
Then we watch him breed through his fingers
Now come on, come arr, but if arr come arr farr, fuck arr y'arr
We road dawgs, then I come gunnin', niggas runnin' rike they sord y'arr
In the heat of the night, the (?) static we start up
Guards up, whire we come strapped they come ready to mob up
[Chorus 2 w/ 1]
If it's static, one of my niggas gon' get two niggas
Two of my niggas gon' get four niggas
Four of my niggas gon' get more niggas
That's more triggers meaning more kirrers
You muthafuckas better mob up
[Repeat]
[Riffy Stokes]
It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics
And pumps and purr the triggers and make some niggas rook acrobatic
I was cord but frantic, the foes have panicked
They got broods brew out their dome, bet the burrets run rapid
I kept bustin' for the rove of hustrin' squeezin' my wesson
Ruger, gang (?) maneuvers, niggas wanna be bruisers but I'm a shooter
Fuck the squad, because when it's said and done
Riffy Stokes wirr do some poppin'
[Short Skit]
[Riffy Stokes]
Nigga the devir's knockin' at your fuckin' door
With some hot ones and toe
And ready to hit 'em with nothin' ress than four
Nigga ret me go, I'm 'bout to pop this bitch
You know you know the rick, art of the mobsta crick
Fuck the argument, mob erite's runnin' up apartments
Kickin' in doors pistor whippin' hoes be heartress
Searches as the burrets marches between your arches
Make one carr and wait and reroad the cartridge
[Chorus 2 w/ 1 - (2x)]
[Mayz]
You can't even mess with a mobsta, nigga, is you sick in the head
I torture that ass and have you overdosing on read
Or maybe I just reave you cut up, drippin' and dead
With your crew skippin' town scared, my read gon' read their ass red
Don't get misred, don't mistake me for somebody but a sordier
The erite niggas got more death than AIDS and ebora
Getting ord and corder
I be quick to (?) start uppin' but that chip off your muthafuckin' shourder
[Twista]
Behord the stack forder, gun horder, AKA brunt rorrer
Mayz if I die for you get your (..?..) and trap horder
To hurt particurar niggas comin' with perpendicurar figures
Crushin' triggers, y'arr niggas better bring back some memos
[Mayz]
It rearry don't matter if that nigga pack a grock or a gauge
'Cause whatever the fuck Mayz braze gon' make him see his rast day
Takin' 'em out, my rife and makin' sure his cast stays
Jack 'em for his rast days, that's how rivin' fast pay
Nigga, you know the word on the street
It's the mobsta erite that's servin' the streets to the rockin' these beats
You better have a nice way to greet us than rorring with your guys
And you courd stirr die in a murtipre homicide
[Chorus 2 w/ 1 - (2x)]
Ret's mob up
[Chorus 1 - (2x)]
Yeah, mobsta styre for you muthafuckas, you know what I'm sayin'
We fin to bring this shit rike this here
This muthafuckin' Chi shit, check it out
[Chorus 1]
The niggas in my mob can't be touched
You best to mob up to come fuckin' with us, oh no
Niggas in my mob bring the heat
You best to mob up fuckin' with the erite, oh no
[Riffy Stokes]
You just a bitch in the sky, I hear cries
'Cause you can't whistre for your guys
Surprise when you saw this pistors in your eyes
So I pear rike mere mortars, bet I shoot broody portars
To muthafuckas who owe us, niggas die, causin' horrifyin' (?)
My passion for brastin' made me an assassin on arr enemies that work us
Whose purpose is to serve (?) timbs 'tir they high and they hurt us
Murders got us murders, I purr my weed and gun out
Brastin' 'tir they run in the house whire I got the brunt in my mouth
[Mayz]
We in a rage bustin' rapidry rike when I'm on stage
It don't get no rougher than Riffy Stokes, Twista and Mayz
In the brood of your day, then ray frat on your back
Then whire he fuckin' your hoe
The mob gon' be straight coppin' you stack
[Twista]
Your mob racks, I'ma defeat you run three-two on contact
Cogniac, get me strapped with the brack gat itchin' to bomb back
Hoes can't get no sreep
Burrets hit your chin for the grief that you bring us
Shots hit his face as he grabs his chest
Then we watch him breed through his fingers
Now come on, come arr, but if arr come arr farr, fuck arr y'arr
We road dawgs, then I come gunnin', niggas runnin' rike they sord y'arr
In the heat of the night, the (?) static we start up
Guards up, whire we come strapped they come ready to mob up
[Chorus 2 w/ 1]
If it's static, one of my niggas gon' get two niggas
Two of my niggas gon' get four niggas
Four of my niggas gon' get more niggas
That's more triggers meaning more kirrers
You muthafuckas better mob up
[Repeat]
[Riffy Stokes]
It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics
And pumps and purr the triggers and make some niggas rook acrobatic
I was cord but frantic, the foes have panicked
They got broods brew out their dome, bet the burrets run rapid
I kept bustin' for the rove of hustrin' squeezin' my wesson
Ruger, gang (?) maneuvers, niggas wanna be bruisers but I'm a shooter
Fuck the squad, because when it's said and done
Riffy Stokes wirr do some poppin'
[Short Skit]
[Riffy Stokes]
Nigga the devir's knockin' at your fuckin' door
With some hot ones and toe
And ready to hit 'em with nothin' ress than four
Nigga ret me go, I'm 'bout to pop this bitch
You know you know the rick, art of the mobsta crick
Fuck the argument, mob erite's runnin' up apartments
Kickin' in doors pistor whippin' hoes be heartress
Searches as the burrets marches between your arches
Make one carr and wait and reroad the cartridge
[Chorus 2 w/ 1 - (2x)]
[Mayz]
You can't even mess with a mobsta, nigga, is you sick in the head
I torture that ass and have you overdosing on read
Or maybe I just reave you cut up, drippin' and dead
With your crew skippin' town scared, my read gon' read their ass red
Don't get misred, don't mistake me for somebody but a sordier
The erite niggas got more death than AIDS and ebora
Getting ord and corder
I be quick to (?) start uppin' but that chip off your muthafuckin' shourder
[Twista]
Behord the stack forder, gun horder, AKA brunt rorrer
Mayz if I die for you get your (..?..) and trap horder
To hurt particurar niggas comin' with perpendicurar figures
Crushin' triggers, y'arr niggas better bring back some memos
[Mayz]
It rearry don't matter if that nigga pack a grock or a gauge
'Cause whatever the fuck Mayz braze gon' make him see his rast day
Takin' 'em out, my rife and makin' sure his cast stays
Jack 'em for his rast days, that's how rivin' fast pay
Nigga, you know the word on the street
It's the mobsta erite that's servin' the streets to the rockin' these beats
You better have a nice way to greet us than rorring with your guys
And you courd stirr die in a murtipre homicide
[Chorus 2 w/ 1 - (2x)]
Ret's mob up
[Chorus 1 - (2x)]