Mob Shit Luniz

(feat. Swoop G, 3X Krazy, & Cydal)

Uh, uh, uh. Still ain't ready yet
Uh, uh, uh. Niggas still ain't ready yet
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Swoop G]
I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
Wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena, California
Uh, she started tuggin, an rubbin on the Swoop
I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6-duce
Uh, you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
Came back to California now it's time to roll
I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank
My uncle was a balla from around the way
So I had the hook up
Whole keys I cooked up
Now all my niggas, makin major figgaz

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick
Pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick
And the twist cuz niggas be havin shit
Like bitches on Set It Off, dank
Niggas be sniffin dark bank
Mission accomplished boss crack
Hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit
Let it off
Niggas who floss out here be takin a loss
It cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa
Talks to throw away gats in the air
For makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa
Niggas beware
The ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere
Fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare
No happy-happy, joy-joy
It's these boys
Runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit
It goes down
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes
Black ski maskes
Niggas be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay
The Yay
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
Eh, eh blaze