Liffy Stokes-
Nineteen-ninety-muthafuckin`-eight
Mobsta elite`s back up in this muthafuck `em (Bitch)
And we airin` out all you playa-hatin-lame-ass niggas
And we on this laid-back track, something smooth
Eh yo, Mayz, whatcha don` do, kick it
Mayz-
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 morning, 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
Singing the blues while I pack shit that`ll knock you out your shoes
`Cause I`m a fool playing the game of the streets
Claiming elites, making 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 missing
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
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When your mobs` at your side and they`re ready to ride, nigga
(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)
Liffy Stokes-
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
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Twista-
If I`m not into nothing, I don`t feel right
So I circle the block strapped
Watching 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 (?) 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
Having shootin` apartments, cars with hidden compartments for po-pos 
Zip polos holding 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 jumpin`
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
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