Cydal - Tha M.O.B. lyrics

Swoop G You can't stop me, baby Mobb sh** You can't stop us, baby. (x2) Verse 1 *(Keek The Sneek)* I put that on the... Mobb My here comes the warrior Heat from nailin him, yellin out the window when I'm bailin What you sellin? I need some zags, I'm ready to get keyed Juss a phase If n***as go snag a zag, then we go snatch a sack of green Step back and let the heat go attack 'em, so we can see Cuz picture my faulty face, fill it up wit drank an clear the space Sicker than Waco So wicked yo dick will scratch an lay low My folks get deep in yo dome plus roll up yo face an I say so Leave 'em dangled, severed an strangled I put that on the Mobb an my Mobbin n***as will lay low Verse 2 *(Knuckle Head)* They tryin to mug a n***a Tryin to put slugs on a n***a But I'm lettin a n***a have it, catch this silly rabbit What the f**??!! Whoooo got dropped? What the f**??!! Yoooou got shot I keep my gun on safety Cuz n***as hate me Gotta retally me, yet they can't penitrate me Or fade me Got shot two times, bullets grazed me Lable me a mental Knuckle Head, b**h I'm crazy The Mobb slangs z's like Scarface on keys Rollin Lexo's an Benzo's sittin on Gold D's Verse 3 *(Numskull)* I put that on the Mobb Slob, or no p**y, I rock pussies An after I f**, I consider the cli*oris my p**y So do the do b**h, I figure that Knuckle Head an Dru spit (Who you speakin on n***a??!!) You b**h It's Swoop's sh** Day by day the blunt walk Hamps, chron-chron, Hindu an drunk talk I be the wall behind the heater Call me yo leader Makin n***as go old school like Dan Sever Makin Num, Num inbetween 'em ain't no thang Dick on hang, slang mo p**y then sunsets on one set can't hang Bang-bang, love me to give me skrilla Hug me to give me lovely, Mobb love k**a, k**a *(Chorus- 3X Krazy, Luniz & Swoop G)* -x2 We Mobb n***a Hooride n***a, we drop n***as You gettin mobbed n***a I put that on the Mobb n***a Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* Uh, n***a any bottle drunken X-O swallowed, pumpkin Head gettin Lead spittin an I'm hittin blunts an The chefs hittin, on dubb members My n***a Num, S-S mean mug n***as, ex-drug deala n***as Who love hittaz (Drink-A-Lot) He be the licksta (Smoke-A-Lot) he be the the twista Like the movies, sock it to me Like Rudy Ray Mode, or human tornado n***a I'm groovy Break n***as wit the Hong-Kong fuey, plus light n***as up wit the uzi I put that on the... paraphan*li I'm a keep the Cristally in my belly I touch mo bread then jelly One snap like Fonzarelli, make a b**h sell me p**y until it gets smelly, an then I'm finished Verse 5 *(Bart)* Got my pistol gripped tightly Make you do the right thang like Spike Lee Despite the n***as who be takin the M.O.B. lightly It might be Another case of name loss Cuz game cost, for the n***a that stole my bu*ter I'm a show you off He coughed I opened them lungs like Primetine Mist f** wit a Forehead splitter, wit a clenched fist Dismissed Off the face of the planet Sank like Titanic Boy don't panic, I'm juss a Sickaluffa skitzofrentic f**in b**hes that be jockin Oakland game I ran it, never leave empty handed An the hataz can't stand it But can't stop it either Behind a 9 millimeter I put that on the Mobb you'll be left on a machine greeter Verse 6 *(Ager Man)* n***as wanna get they test on Better have they vest on Packin a clip full of teflon Leavin you n***as stepped on f**ed around an got crept on Slippin in his 'Stang Talkin bad about 3 Times, I had to do my thang Mobb sh**, wit a pistol grip 30 officers hit, wit a clip When you get stuck on yo door wit a $150 dolla kicks An slappin that a** juss like a b**h n***a f**in wit n***as, don't ya know You best believe you f**in wit soldiers That'll chop that a** up, roll in the cut like A-1 Yola A-G mutha f**in E Got a Glock an a 3-50 n***as better hope like Bob That they don't get robbed f**in wit the Mobb n***a *(Swoop G talking)* Hold up n***a.... f** all you n***as that ain't wit this Mobb sh**. You Wit us or against us. Success is the best revenge *(Chorus-x2)* Verse 7 *(Swoop G)* The Mobb game got us n***as brain hangin like wall paper You shouldn't have ran yo mouth about the Mobb at all playa All spraya Able to rip sh** An still Eclipse spit, guess our heataz start to come in triplets The Oakland edition, where we was raised An rolls mutha f**az up off the turf that didn't belong One phone call, to my roll dog I have a roll call to finish n***as brought paraphan*lia comin to get ya They proper position To chop 'em wit street sweepers an Glocks Selection wit heataz, an sections to hectic to stop Like mad caulkin, an bad cops An all this sh** that can get yo a** popped Or get yo a** shot I put that on n***as I rob wit in Eastside California Pullin up an puttin the pistol on ya Verse 8 *(Cydal)* Paraphan*lia to the Mobb We treat yo face like p**y, f** yo head Why did the world distort, potnaz deadly, warfares This 'sidal life has got me strapped an sayin, more prayers Been down on one knee, hopin that when the k**a comes that he don't gun Me Life is money Mind over matter until the d**h n***a Fo life I had that P.M.O.B. written across my chest I guess The mental mandatory got me cleanin up blocks For sh**ty n***as like I'm in the janitorial business After droppin a dime n***as will Mobb, many an all When the bullet flys many will fall Til I die paraphan*lia verse 'em all T Luni the first to call I bet, as applied hearse an casket fo 'em all As we Mobb n***a *(Chorus-x2)*