(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)

[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



[Chorus]

When your mobs' at your side and they're ready to ride, nigga

(Nigga, that'