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