Twista 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'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]