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'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



[Chorus]



[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



[Chorus