Tonalité : F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Gb
Fm
Cm
Fm
Gb
Uh uh uh.
Fm
Gb
Fm
F
Still ain't ready yet.
Fm
Gb
Fm
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still
Gb
Fm
Gb
ain't ready yet.
Fm
Gb
Fm
Cm
Fm
Gb
Uh uh
Verse 2
Cm
I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
Fm
Wit a bad ass bitch brought up
Gb
in Gardena California
Fm
Uh she started tuggin'
an rubbin' on the Swoop
Cm
Fm
I'm wastin' my drink
Gb
swervin in my rag 6 duce
Fm
Uh you didn't know I keep
it real from head to toe
Cm
Fm
Gb
I hit that savings and loans when
I was just a baby loc
Fm
Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
Cm
Fm
Came back to California
Gb
now it's time to roll
Fm
I was sixteen mane,
Gb
Fm
sellin' quarter keys of dank
Cm
Fm
Gb
My uncle was a balla from around the way
Fm
So I had the hook up
Gb
Whole keys I cooked up
Cm
Fm
Now all my niggaz,
makin' major figgaz.
Verse 3
Fm
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
Gb
and girls packin' yo shit
Fm
Cm
Let it off
Fm
Gb
Niggaz who floss out here be takin' a loss
Fm
It cost to be the mutha
fuckin' Boss Playa
Talks to throw away gats in the air
Gb
For makin yo scratch like
that there Boss Playa
Fm
Niggaz beware
The ganga- gangsta type of
Luni hoolum atmosphere
Fo rappin' about the clothes you wear,
I represent welfare
Gb
No happy- happy, joy- joy
Fm
Cm
It's these boys,
Fm
Runnin' from decoys,
Gb
pimpin' mo bitches than Dr. Detroit
Fm
It goes down
Gb
Mr. Smoke- A- Lot turnin'
Fm
Cm
Fm
pounds into ashes
Gb
Black ski maskes
Niggaz be gettin the pumpkin
Fm
head like Cashus Clay
Gb
The Yay
Fm
Cm
Fm
Gb
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
Eh, eh blaze.
Fm
Back in the days,
Verse 4
Gb
when I was raised
Fm
Cm
Fm
Niggaz got sprayed wit A's an d K's
Gb
I prayed to my Lord that
head won't take
Fm
Gb
Me over, we soldiers to fold ya
Fm
Cm
like Motorola's
Fm
And hit the corners
Gb
I told ya the 4- 4 flow will fuck yo
Fm
face and leave you frozen
Bitch you was chosen,
Gb
Fm
That's how it's goin
Cm
Fm
the Mobb fa sho- ness
Gb
Mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep
Fm
the click- ula tion flawless
Fuck all that other
Gb
Bury yo brother
Cm
Fm
Leave yo family mad at the fact
the Mobb took me under.
Verse 5
Fm
Bash 'em other sucka, likely
Gb
struck wit G's
Fm
Cm
For tryin' to brace,
Fm
Gb
Cough drops laced and you'll be
laid out stunned by zae's
Fm
Gb
Fm
Place the cover in a maced
Cm
Fm
ATF lookin for this arsonist,
lettin off conscience
Gb
Hot traces, suicide so you really
can't fuck this
Bringin' mo heat than
Rapper Bernard
Fm
Lookin', micro woof tickets,
bout how much to kick it that nigga hard
Gb
Oh, from a sucka
Fm
Fo them niggaz that press they luck there
Cm
Fm
Gb
In a game fucka
Paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass
Fm
Gb
Couped up in an send 'em, an jive
Fm
Cm
Fm
Make nig gaz remember
Gb
the Mobb
Them other niggaz ain't no kiddin' 'em
Fm
Gb
Fm
An it best be a bounce off Mista,
Cm
Mista
Fm
Hit ya, get ya, split ya
That's how we shit ya.
Verse 6
Fm
Parafanalia to some Mobb members
unpredictable
Cm
Fm
Niggaz get dropped, we call the shots,
Gb
smashed on sumpthin pitifull
Fm
They see us comin they clear the block,
our faces unforgettable
Gb
Fm
Cm
Fm
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
Gb
I'm surrounded by nimphos
Givin' up info
Fm
Gb
Fm
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,
Gb
you seen a nigga jumpin' through yo window
Fm
Don't even trip
Cm
Fm
I confiscate this money
Gb
in the name of the Mobb
It's on yo bitch
Fm
We'll juss pistol whip this nigga to a coma
Gb
Cm
Jump in the get away
Fm
ride and hit the corner
Yo bitch juss got mopped
(the Mobb is gonna)
Gb
Yo bitch juss got mopped
Fm
(the Mobb is gonna)
Verse 7
Fm
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
Gb
Never in yo life met a gat that blast
Fm
on the streets at a lame ass
Bitch ass nigga
Gb
Fm
Cm
No cash gettin- er
Fm
Gb
Hustlin' pretendin' to be a gangsta
Fm
Switch hittin' ass, nigga too late
Gb
He wanted his boy to get dumped in wit
Fm
Cm
Fm
a 4 chrome that nigga ain't
Dumpin' on nothin'
Gb
Must be runnin',
Fm
and duckin' and dodgin' in buckets
Then shittin' up in yo mutha
Gb
fuckin' drawls
Fm
Coward
Cm
Fm
These bitches I put 'em on the
Gb
Mobb we gotta get gone
Before a nigga cool his gun
Fm
Real nigga runnin' from
Mobb
Gb
Will throw away glock
Fm
Won't pistol go drop
Cm
Fm
Never go Mobb
When the 4- 4 stop
Gb
Will a nigga get mopped
Fo restin' my knot
Fm
Tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out
Cm
Fm
You fuckin' wit niggaz that'll have
Gb
ya noddin' like ya hopped out
Fm
3 Time for the O- A- Kiz- a
Gb
We folks all day
Fm
Cm
Ager, Sneek an the B.A.
Fm
Put him in the trunk wit a bump,
Gb
an we Mobb throught the Bay
Fm
Don't get it twisted
Verse 8
we got restrictions
Niggaz that witnessed
Fm
family beatins
From family meetins
No family grievins
Juss some youngstas
Grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous
Evil tactics
Gb
To shovel up caskets,
Gb
and double barrell
Fm
Shotty blasted
Gb
I'm knowin' these suckas can't
Fm
Cm
catch these bodies flowin
Fm
Murders so ancient,
Gb
they faces got federal cases closed
Fm
Gb
And cross the game it ain't the thang
Cm
Fm
Swoop G plus two G's will make
Gb
them niggaz for you to hang
Fm
An try to be cool when Mobbin on them
Gb
niggaz as we reign
Fm
Cm
Fm
It's Money Ova Bitches,
Gb
broke the skrilla fuck the fame
Fm
Sight of soldiers shock the world
like Rodney's girl
Gb
Fm
And we ain't discussin' shit
Cm
Fm
We bustin' clips,
To makin' 'em hurl
Gb
Bullets makin' them bustas curl
Fm
Gb
An I put that on the Mobb nigga
Fm
We Mobb niggaz
Gb
Includin' everywhere we go
That's how we do it.
Verse 9
Fm
When you see Num, you see Mobb
How happly if you need job
Even if you be Slobb you need not worry
Fm
'cause we Mobb
Slobb don't mean Blood
An Cuzz don't mean Crip
An Oakland is a term for broke
bitches makin grip
Fm
When we sip
Fm
We laid out, to drip- drip dry
Cm
Fm
We be slip- slip ride
Gb
Through the Town doin' high- bys
Fm
When the yak hit my face it's
Gb
Fm
like a hamburger kill
Cm
Fm
We'll be real
What's the deal
Gb
Fm
Uh, uh, searchin' fo skrill, up here!
Wit these tires burnin' off like lavishly
Makes it easier for me to dig out
Fm
these hoes like cavities
Havin' these thang is like a
Government task
Cm
Fm
Gb
M.O.B. not searchin' fo aliens we
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won't ask.
Fm
Fm
Gb
Fm
Fm
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