Twista

[fox69]

"Make A Movie"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Make A Movie"
(feat. Chris Brown)



The perfect storm is Twista and Chris Brown ya dig
I got a new one for ya
Lets make a movie baby

Twista got cars
Big swagger
I'm a rock star like Mick Jagger
And I got bars that I spit faster
You a hot star no bitch badder
So let me take you on a ride
On a journey with the one that you call daddy
Who gonna make you get it wet
But this time we gonna do something romantic and different
I'll tell you about it when we get on the movie set

I was thinking that we could just make a sex tape
Plus I think yo face cute when it's in HD
Maybe I could tape you and you could tape me
When I pull my h2 up to your h3
You look like you want to be in this movie
So don't be acting like a trippin with a stranger mission?
Recording you while you loving me down below
Switching the camera angle when we change positions
You could be the director aiming the camera down at me
Filming me licking until you say "Cut"
Ready for any footage you wanna get
Ain't gotta call nobody else because
I do my own stunts
Its the X rated version of a box office hit
I see you ready to strip for this

So let me get the music in, get the tape in, get the cameras in (oh oh oh oh)
Baby we don't need no script for this
I'ma throw a couple thousand baby strip for this
Let me pull my camera out and make a movie yeah
Starring you and me yeah
Baby we don't need no actresses
Let me see what I'm working with, I'ma break your back with this
Let me pull my camera out lets make a movie yeah
Starring you and me yeah yeah, girl

Shawty we gonna make a movie
Got me loving it when I'm feeling on the booty
Especially when I can blame it on the alcohol
Cause it do some thing to me
She looks better than any chick in my perimeter
Sexy, I wish I could film every bit of her
Kissing right down to her stomach and then I'ma
Tell her we could be in Russian cinema?

I let you hold the camera first and then I hold it then
Cause I wanna see how its coming out and going in
Let you see such a freak in me. I hope this never leak on TMZ, this is 50 World Star or CNN
Baby girl you kick the world off the axis
I'm no director, filming you for practice
And you know I think you a hell of a actress
Especially when I'm shooting you on a mattress
Shawty straight to the top that's where we headed
And I'ma see my name in the credits
And be the shit if you let it
See somethin that you not really feeling
Then we can always go back and make an edit
I'll be sippin on patron platinum
She knew about the rapping
But didn't know I'd be on acting
Our personal reality show
So there, get the tape in, get the cameras in (oh oh oh oh)

Baby we don't need no script for this
I'ma throw a couple thousand baby strip for this
Let me pull my camera out and make a movie yeah
Starring you and me yeah
Baby we don't need no actresses
We deal with them working with, I'ma break your back with this
Let me pull my camera out lets make a movie yeah
Starring you and me yeah yeah
Girl.

 

[fox69]

"Mash & Bang"
(feat. Bennie Franks, Todd Nitty, Turtle Banxx)

"Mash & Bang"
(feat. Bennie Franks, Todd Nitty, Turtle Banxx)



[Turtle Banxx]
picture this shit you facing
totalin body and murderous situations against nations we organize like maces
got killers patiently waitin
different places you facing the yellow taping and federal x with graces
we ruinin your reputation
momma in the hospital pacing for every shot you taking
the doctors cant stop the shaking
see faces blazin
like the sun of satan like a gun that gets nathan
what you expect? (say what)
like a neutron on deck (yeah)
nigga you gonna catch rays (ha)
you confess lets get cash and thangs (ugh huh)
smokin flash and range
cause we mash and bang
till the vet we slay (ahhhhhhh)
motherfucker, let it reign

[Bennie Franks]
now they knowing that we mash and bang
texas 380 in this cash for cash and mask
y'all then fucked up now
let the south and west connect
we snatch a soul out ya better chosen swiss cheese your Avirex
whats up now?
me and my nigga Turtle cown(?)
to late to rehearse nigga (shit) thangs looking shitty now
pass ya a Phillie pal
I'm all up in ya now
and when i blast you hear (gunshot)
feeling me now?
what i feel for the opponent
smell the aroma
well come swim with these killa piranhas
sharin heat orders slash g's and fours
street patrollers cant run when the gasket blows
your caskets close
my eyes open
you fuck around and get John Blaze now ya broken
and now I'm hoping you escape before crimes broken braids on the gallery
fat too many calories I'm ghost Mickey and Mallory

[chorus]
[Turtle Banxx]
we came motherfucker
[Bennie Franks]
we came motherfucker
[Turtle Banxx]
to bang motherfucker
[Bennie Franks]
to bang motherfucker
[Turtle Banxx]
with an aim motherfucker
[Bennie Franks]
with an aim motherfucker
[Turtle Banxx]
to blow you out your frame motherfucker
[Bennie Franks]
to blow you out your frame motherfucker
[Todd Nitty]
cant help it to be bogus man
you know the game
got me tighter than a choker chain
for flashing thang
cash but raps and caine
all my thugs grab them thangs
cause we gonna mash and bang
mash and tame

[Turtle Banxx]
botherly we and bodies sippin voscie voscily dick the hottie
properly lick a shottie nut up switch a party to a Jason scene
cut up everybody scream "To Shut Up Everybody"
juss means you what up big body?
my association with fornication got me exposin tricks
negotiatin motivation for my disposal
body bog
put the mask on fuck it take the mask off
open fire blast motherfuckers then we mash on
for the change we bang and the thangedest chain
if the nights then the name medallion then blow out his brain
same mobster and baller hit the casino click the revolvers
heat in casinos Turtle Banxx and Bennie Franks
G.O. Deniro fuck Denaro
mash the pedal to the metal
ain't no swashing we heartless bang to this settle
you ain't walking the austin and departing the ghetto carchers(?)
some bledo when when the pistols echo and serve to protect em

[Bennie Franks]
fuck them niggas hollerin heat with they narrow barrels
I got killers that'll bang Jason in math terror
your replacements ask Nicholas Cage where ya face went
fake ass hation hanging butt naked in my basement
dip em in honey hang em hot
y'all adjacent vanilla ounce truce let em fly
that'll erase em
should have ran before we cocked back loaded and aim
Bennie Franks and Turtle Banxx we mash and bang

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Me And You"

"Me And You"


Look at the plush, truck, women'll blush
Especially when I bust "Adrenaline Rush", crush, pennin from us
Venomous flowin is hard, look at the ice, oh, look at the walk
In the presence of a god, see how he thinks, oh, look how he talks
And I'ma come with the style, most of 'em like, then, most of 'em bite
Whether they go write it down, or spit it then, they, move a device
Niggaz could never compete, they lesser than me, I'm, destined to be
Run the Midwest and the reason the lesson'll be, one of the best in the streets
Takin a lesson from me cause I'm wreckin the beat, a molecular special MC
If you wanna take it and be, with knowledge of self, there's no better weapon than me
And I hope you got the kush, gimme the woods, cause, I gotta smoke
And if you don't got the dough, then it'll be, adios, I gotta go
Unless you got somethin to say, look at the time, no, look at the mind
Don't think about what I'ma do if it ain't about money or you don't say nothin divine
I'm [?] that you in the way, I wanna get, that, power and guap
Remember I used to get break, now I don't sleep, nope, now I don't stop

[Chorus:]
I do it for me and you
They wanna know why do I work work (c'mon)
Why do I smoke? So I could be turnt turnt (c'mon)
Why do I grind? So we can floss floss (c'mon)
And why do I shine? Because I'm a boss boss
I do it for me and you... c'mon
I do it for me and you... c'mon

I want you to visualize and just, look at the stage, look at the bright lights
C'mon; look at the rage, look at the night life
Listen to a dope individual, not one of them niggaz who flowin so pitiful
Hopin that you would do so when you bring the attention your focus is critical
Snappin like a Kodak'll be, hope you get the picture, now Twista you notice I beast
Don't flow after me, I'll eat 'em up and then say "Bon appétit"
And it'll be so depressin if I talk about everything that bother me
Millionaires livin in the same country as people in poverty
So fuck you and your opinion, I'm on my own dominion
Street scriptures, hieroglyphics that ain't the book of the Gideons
An infinite era I'm in, travellin through a multiverse
Keepin it smooth, I tell a motherfucker come insult me first
Can I get ahead of us and I can see you be scared of us
And you be talkin et cetera, et cetera, but everybody'll know what you spit is a replica
of what I do so I'ma just stay hot
And I be makin the cash, and when she ask why I'm away a lot

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Midwest Invasion"

"Midwest Invasion"


[Intro]
Bone and Twista
Layzie Bone and Twista back up in this motherfucker
World wide nigga
For tha year 2000
And all you niggaz better recognize cause this tha real shit
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's a thug world t-h-u-g
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's a thug world t-h-u-g

[Chorus]
Get ready for tha midwest invasion we bringing them new millenium soldiers
Layzie and Twista y'all better believe we taking over
We dreaming of make more money cause nigga this life keep getting shorter
So suit up and be prepared for this thug world order
Get ready for tha midwest invasion we bringing them new millenium soldiers
Layzie and Twista y'all better believe we taking over
We dreaming of make more money cause nigga this life keep getting shorter
So suit up and be prepared for this thug world order

[Layzie]
It be that element of surprise and got you niggaz looking around
And all y'all niggaz ain't think we get this roll fuck what you heard believe what you saw
It's a nation thugs ready to flip out with an extra slip tha clip out shoot'em up
And nigga we flip out ready for combat on contact
Midwest keep going creeping on tha come up for years
Heavily sediated with no fears we ready to ride the ending is near we sheding them tears
This midwestern link up gonna get this paper it's mine
Sit back in line cause nigga this mine rolling in benz and jags
Nigga take a picture, picture hey fuck is wrong wit ya
Lil Lay and twista had to diss ya fuck your girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin'
Ah 10 hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace your boots and lock n load
We bringing this thug world order, on tha real

[Chorus 2x]

[Twista]
Muthafuckers wanted to hear it well here it go
T and Layzie bringing all tha blood back like we split a pigs dome
We smoking big dro, to tha gangstas hustlers and thugs killer niggaz and drug dealers
We tha middle of tha drama now we tha midwest killers
You really wanna know all that bounce shit is are shit
Tha midwest is unified talk shit if you got tha heart bitch
My nigga chudo kick some shit off, i'm no longer a silent worker out spoken
Kicking that kind shit you never heard of screaming bloody murder
Chi Cleveland selection tha millenium connection flow be wack and hi-techin'
If you ever hate then go select your weapon
Put a hole in your head like a dolphin
Layzie and Twista on mission for stalking bust at tha bitches whos talking
Nigga got up tha city like Christopher Walken
Missions to putt'em in coffins, tho I kill to protect only this my attempt
Come off tha glock every sin, try to have understanding but my sins a repent, stay bent
2 of tha dopest vocal recorders to slaughter
So pull up a quarter tha gangsta hustlaz and thug world order

[Chorus 2x]

[Twista]
Too much chaos in tha last dayz gotta slow down with these wierd ass ways
Turn bad days in to cash days smoke haze til tha liquor stay blazed
Prays tha lord cause your tounge can be a blazing sword
Forgive us for tha misunderstanding god we was raised in war

[Layzie]
Y'all better expect the unexpected cause nigga we rolling with god
And we some thugs and not tha mob, tha government wanna do whats your job
I'm that nigga thats been there, and really been there before
But niggaz don't when they hit tha door you better believe it's about that show, nigga

[Twista]
Ain't no seeds in my dro, coming cold no matter what season I flow
Cause of tha b's that I blow I can hit'em with rhythm from cleve to cago (chicago)
Believe that I know, cause this connection is going to be some shit
Talk like a refer clip and don't hate on us when you see us ripped

[Layzie]
It's about them A-B-C's and them 1-2-3's y'all nickels and quarters
So suit up and be prepared for tha thug world order and nigga
All y'all niggaz been talking about what y'all gonna do
It's about that midwest invasion prepare for tha y2k2, nigga
Get ready for tha midwest invasion, get ready for tha midwest invasion
Get ready for tha midwest invasion, get ready for tha midwest invasion
Get ready for tha midwest invasion, get ready for tha midwest invasion
Get ready for tha midwest invasion, get ready for tha mid
We ready for tha mid, we ready for tha mid

[Chorus 4x]

[Background Female:]
Oooooooooooh oooooooh ooooooh oooh ooooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oooooooooooh oooooooh ooooooh oooh ooooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus 4x]
[Background Female:]
Oooooooooooh oooooooh ooooooh oooh ooooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oooooooooooh oooooooh ooooooh oooh ooooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

[fox69]

"Mista Tung Twista"

"Mista Tung Twista"


Heeeeey
What's happenin, y'all?
This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
[number] inches of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista
Kick it, gee

Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista
Pumpin a rhythm, a lyrical styler
My tongue'll be flingin a funky pile of
Lyrical rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em holy, I'm
Kickin the funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm
Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the radical texture
I'm one brother you could never get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav
And crackin em up with the word of the wise
I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky dialect
I elect a flow for suckers that try a wreck
I spark the light of a head and be wakin em up and then cause a fly effect
I insist ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a scripture
Flowin this from my lung, a tongue twister
Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin blackwards
The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh
I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Tung Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister
Then I'ma let it be known that it's the way that I throw
That's makin the funk of the lyrical glow
And how I tell it, yo Cav is kickin a funkedelic flow, and oh, my fist'll
Swing at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna give em a Tung blister
It's the Mista Tung Twista

Ha-ha-heeey
Boy, that's Tung Twista for ya
Comin at ya in 3-D
Ha-ha-ha
But we gonna get down funkier than that, boy
Check it out
Kick it again

My tongue is spinnin
I follow with Allah and the Father be stoppin the Cavalier from sinnin
The lyrical rhythm beginning and then in the endin
I ratatattat tactics, give em black kicks
Flow of the lyric I'm pumpin and rappin em up is dope as a crack fix
Wack? It's - funky, I'm greater
Never to step at the lyrical dictator, a state of
Shock is what I put a sucker into, then to mentally
Go with the smell I be stylin, gee, funky is what the scent'll be
Harmin this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin my charm in this
Simply because I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist
Calmin this? Hype as a rattle be shakin and rippin the rhythm
And breakin up into a sweat, I be workin the lyrical servin a sucker
So never come near a, lyricist Cavalier - ah
Rock the flow of the lyrical rhythm be shinin like a mirror
Hear a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be goin like this to beat me
The funk of the lyric will flow from me like peepee
You caught a work of my tongue as I be flow flowin like water
Crackin em up with a flow and sort of slaughter I oughta
?? I'm bracin Nubian nations, race and chasin
My tongue your tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical wastin
Tungs'll be cut like Jason, racin
Tung Twista rocks, your lip'll lock
My tongue'll be makin a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop
Flip-flopped, a flow when I wrote this
Kickin and makin some hocus pocus, focus
Tongue will be flippin just like this I'ma locus
Givin a diagnosis for Twisterosis
Crackin a mouth and them makin em ache I'ma put em up into a coma
You're sniffin dope aroma
I'm blendin
I'm able to break up a sucker that you might send in
The funk of the lyrical rhythm beginnin
Spinnin the suckers around like a dollar
Be makin em holler kickin the funk of a lyrical scholar
I pray to Allah, I'm makin this funky like I'm a hobo
Throw better than bolo, ya thinkin that he can battle my solo
Just say oh no cause that's a no-no
When I be smellin the funk of my flow, jo
I'm pumpin this up and breakin this in with a lyrical, then say haha
Take titles, then say ta-ta
I'm rippin a rap and then rockin a rhythm and ring in my tongue I'ma bend em
And flow with a lyric it's steppin inside em
And get with the funk I be pumpin up in em
With this and it's the
Yeah - Tung Twista

Oooooweee
Haa-haa
Boy, if that ain't bad, my name ain't Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot, baby
Haa-haa
But we finna get the Boogieman ??
Go head, kid

The Boogieman was speaking, he said, what's up Mista Twista
Don't you know that Nubians ain't never supposed to whisper
Talkin behind my back is makin it seem like it's a rumor
So tell me fact to face when you can decide to come to Juma
Don't say your name backwards because you don't like Cav
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin this to the devil that calls his self an Aztec
You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin, Islam you're seekin
You might as well open the doors of a church and become a deacon
Don't step to me, speakin the pep to me about what your rep'll be
Crept to me because I let them see that you had leprosy
Them suckers that be dissin me I simply just insist ya
Stop steppin against the Mista Tung Twista

He-heeey
Now that was bad, baby
But if you think that was somethin
Wait till you hear the album
He-he-hey
I like to give a shout to my son [Name]
And ?? to Eric the Wiz
Cavalier
Of course Cavalier, it's his album
Recila Beeh[?]
My man Raw Material
Kooley
And the DJ Cut
And the whole entire hip-hop nation
We Audi 5000
Take the mic, y'all
Ha-haa

Do the robotic robot

 

[fox69]

"Misunderstood"
(feat. Buk)

"Misunderstood"
(feat. Buk)



[Verse 1: Buk]
It's safe to say that I walk a fine line between good and evil
This is a fine time for me to be trying explain
What's going on inside my mind nigga
I don't see no other kind of solutions to let these
Problems loose therapeutic the music is sort of masseuse
That massage my mental so I won't lose it sometimes
I can't help myself myself got a mind of its own
Buk cannot accept this jeffedy and Jeff want buk
To die be gone both suppose to be occ-upyin
The same time the same space
But no just me going out of my same mind

[Verse 2: Twista]
They don't really know how I feel
What the fuck is wrong with the muthafuckin
Twista is the nigga off of pill is he off of wet
Is he off of syrup something deeper than Formula 44 Benadryl
Cause a nigga finna to kill Misunderstood cause I pass'em what ever
Disaster is like cause I'm ?? I leave a nigga body
?? Passion as the Christ with a mask and a knife
Go blast with a mic if it's prophecy the verse
Should be last I'm the the future you are primitive
Morpheus I'm a scorpion in these shoes are
Venomous the new artillerist and
And you don't really wanna start from genocides
And you don't really wanna spark the nemesis
Get Lucifer as crucifer put you on her for murder boy
You don't want to bring darkness into this

[Verse 3: Buk]
Yeah although here lately you can feel my pain
Trying walk straight away from the hatred
That I hold deep down inside quiet
I may not ever talk shit bout a nigga biz
Cause a nigga sees besides that I ain't no a fuckin kid
You bitch you really know ?? did some shit
There could have been a minute that we really could of plenty through
But all of this bitchin cleanin shit seven hundred million the best
Just consider it all as destiny manifested in its self
No been through shit stepping over holes watching my steps
You don't know what I been through bitch

[Verse 4: Twista]
Yea I got money like ah pimp ?? rich then when
I hear an intru-ment-al I get in to then
Feminine two glitch then I gotta cut tha muthafucka like a
Gear tooth bitch! I thought that nothing be held to love
Especially if I feel will would be hell to us instead of
Holy divine I be outta my mind I would be tell because I'ma (misunderstood nigga)

[Chorus]
[Buk:] I'ma misunderstood nigga
[Twista:] Cause I'm kind of like Kurt Cobain
An expert on pain you fearer I got lyrics and a pistol that'll hurt your brain
[Buk:] Because I'ma (misunderstood nigga)
[Twista:] Tell'em why cause I'm kind of like Tyler Durden
I can fuck a nigga up as I run my body wit flames nothing from the fire hurt me
[Buk:] I'ma misunderstood nigga
[Twista:] Like ?? move on me black and walk too weak
When I dip through the hood it's for the good hope these swag nigga don't talk when I speak
[Buk:] Because I'ma misunderstood nigga
[Twista:] King Neal Willy Lloyd Angelo Roberts when come to flow
You think you men can go hard but shit this man'll go harder cuz I'ma
[Buk:] I'ma misunderstood nigga

[Verse 5: Twista]
I'm bout to fuck shit up got me rippin through your body like a natural disaster
Move like a torpedo with the speed and vengeance of a killa if you lookin for a murderer
I'm the master motherfucker I'm bout to tear shit up with heat from a thermometer
Go get your mama to pay for the bury um... astonisher interplanetary to bury everything
From earth to ?? you feeling me cause I'm bout to fuck shit up like Freddy after Jason
With a affacination for elastration and congratulations for eradications because I know
Ain't no vaccinations for decapitations with the proper placing I'm bout to tear shit
Up because I take hits with that purple like I am a vican call me a lyrical loution
I roll with a mob of wolves like I am a lion some of the top some I am writtin
If you ain't strap aight we fightin can't rock by me through the middle of the field
With that white like I am a titan niggas never know what Twista be on
Don't these nigga fuck with a bitch from the hood I
Insist that I talk to a psycho psychiatrist because I'm misunderstood

[Verse 6: Buk]
Doctor I'm problematic trying to withdraw from all always lawless
Leave me solving all of my static cause I know god is calling me but not
To come home yet basically about the own set of blessings from the
Seas that I'll soon some yet might not be up on yet but any any how niggas
Try to pen me down with bullshit I'll try to keep it moving until they fuck up and
I distribute the blow! Cause I'm bound by law pure Chicago crown by the bosses on Scuva
Streets my project window down town office all I want is my music my money my
Muthafuckin shit too be you the among the elite not to sleep I was thuggin I'm just a good nigga
Up to no good nigga suburbs to the hood I wish you fuckin would nigga

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Mob Niggas Don't Die"
(feat. Liffy Stokes, Turtle Banxx)

"Mob Niggas Don't Die"
(feat. Liffy Stokes, Turtle Banxx)



[Twista]
Gang Bangin ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down til they get you
Multiple slugz found in your tissue
Whatever it is you should've honored it
when them niggaz told you not to come around here
And you was found here
Your death is now near
I'm bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And dump em' in his nuts. Now lets play a game of find and search
While your mamma cryin' in church
I'll be spyin for work
I'ma go right on
Cause when your life's gone
Nigga there is no replacement
And you got your work hid in the basement
I got it, gothic
Go for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic chronic
Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body
don't help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry
cause mob niggaz don't die

[Liffy Stokes]
Mob niggaz ain't go' never die
We in the lot, callin shots, keeping
Dope fiends forever high
Forever fire get lit wit the trigger eye
Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I
Man I put your block on four
Hit k town and come back wit a bus load
Full of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin thirty
Minutes beef it gets muddy
But I'ma swim through the murky water
Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather
Kick Volvo's, fuck tight hoes
Live a life many kill and fight for
And campaign in this rap game, cause ain't nothing out
here in these motherfucking
Streets man, and that's comin from a nigga you know who chose
To be legit and still rip foes

[Chorus 1 x2]
Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot
get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
hat throw thuggin, throwin up
Fo's and forks, strapped up
screamin out I ain't gon' never die

[Chorus 2 x2]
we can be shot at, battered and bruised
bloody and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you
Cause mob niggaz don't die

[Turtle Banxx]
We release no doubt
Just close are eyes and open fire
Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly
You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two
Magazines and a throw away knife
My position is thorough composition
Competition is minimum blocks
We bendin them shots
We're sendin them at the rhythm
Hit them put venom in them
Bloody up him in his jeans
And watch the white shirt study the scene
Gang bangin aint go' Never cease
As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed
Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed
Who want it niggaz off the deed
The K Town we spray round
So stay down, this aint no play ground around here
You could get found around here
Shot up, battered and bruised
Headline of the news
The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die fool

[Chorus 1 x2]
[Chorus 2 x2]

[Liffy Stokes]
Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a G
you gots, to flip them keys
And avoid, them federalies
Cause they, be on that ass
Ready to blast fast
Nigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off
charges like Payton
Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playaz
No the business
No case without a witness, its senseless to resist this
Hostile take over
To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster
Then put my shit back in my holsta
Blood crumbled on the posters
I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta

[Twista]
Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want it
I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on it
Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit a chick in the coat
Cause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the dro
Back on the block servin
After the murder packin
For work cuz we're lucky popo's ain't havin 'em nervous
Think what I was in, family show up, an' the enemy
they lay, got it locked wit ten rolls
If they spray, fuck it
I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my body
Bustin out on the public, bringin' the ruckus
Screamin, die punk motherfuckers
Reminice on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches
Smokin' on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches
Ballin no flows go, hataz Askin' how the mob's so strong
I belong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna take over after pop
Label me the verbal aftershock
I'ma never die!

 

[fox69]

"Mob Up"
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)

"Mob Up"
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)



[Intro]
Yeah, mobsta style for you muthafuckas, you know what I'm sayin'
We fin to bring this shit like this here
This muthafuckin' Chi shit, check it out

[Chorus 1]
The niggas in my mob can't be touched
You best to mob up to come fuckin' with us, oh no
Niggas in my mob bring the heat
You best to mob up fuckin' with the elite, oh no

[Liffy Stokes]
You just a bitch in the sky, I hear cries
'Cause you can't whistle for your guys
Surprise when you saw this pistols in your eyes
So I peal like mere mortals, bet I shoot bloody portals
To muthafuckas who owe us, niggas die, causin' horrifyin' (?)
My passion for blastin' made me an assassin on all enemies that work us
Whose purpose is to serve (?) timbs 'til they high and they hurt us
Murders got us murders, I pull my weed and gun out
Blastin' 'til they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouth

[Mayz]
We in a rage bustin' rapidly like when I'm on stage
It don't get no rougher than Liffy Stokes, Twista and Mayz
In the blood of your day, then lay flat on your back
Then while he fuckin' your hoe
The mob gon' be straight coppin' you stack

[Twista]
Your mob lacks, I'ma defeat you run three-two on contact
Cogniac, get me strapped with the black gat itchin' to bomb back
Hoes can't get no sleep
Bullets hit your chin for the grief that you bring us
Shots hit his face as he grabs his chest
Then we watch him bleed through his fingers
Now come on, come all, but if all come all fall, fuck all y'all
We road dawgs, then I come gunnin', niggas runnin' like they sold y'all
In the heat of the night, the (?) static we start up
Guards up, while we come strapped they come ready to mob up

[Chorus 2 w/ 1]
If it's static, one of my niggas gon' get two niggas
Two of my niggas gon' get four niggas
Four of my niggas gon' get more niggas
That's more triggers meaning more killers
You muthafuckas better mob up

[Repeat]

[Liffy Stokes]
It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics
And pumps and pull the triggers and make some niggas look acrobatic
I was cold but frantic, the foes have panicked
They got bloods blew out their dome, bet the bullets run rapid
I kept bustin' for the love of hustlin' squeezin' my wesson
Ruger, gang (?) maneuvers, niggas wanna be bruisers but I'm a shooter
Fuck the squad, because when it's said and done
Liffy Stokes will do some poppin'

[Short Skit]

[Liffy Stokes]
Nigga the devil's knockin' at your fuckin' door
With some hot ones and toe
And ready to hit 'em with nothin' less than four
Nigga let me go, I'm 'bout to pop this bitch
You know you know the lick, art of the mobsta click
Fuck the argument, mob elite's runnin' up apartments
Kickin' in doors pistol whippin' hoes be heartless
Searches as the bullets marches between your arches
Make one call and wait and reload the cartridge

[Chorus 2 w/ 1 - (2x)]

[Mayz]
You can't even mess with a mobsta, nigga, is you sick in the head
I torture that ass and have you overdosing on lead
Or maybe I just leave you cut up, drippin' and dead
With your crew skippin' town scared, my lead gon' lead their ass red
Don't get misled, don't mistake me for somebody but a soldier
The elite niggas got more death than AIDS and ebola
Getting old and colder
I be quick to (?) start uppin' but that chip off your muthafuckin' shoulder

[Twista]
Behold the stack folder, gun holder, AKA blunt roller
Mayz if I die for you get your (..?..) and trap holder
To hurt particular niggas comin' with perpendicular figures
Crushin' triggers, y'all niggas better bring back some memos

[Mayz]
It really don't matter if that nigga pack a glock or a gauge
'Cause whatever the fuck Mayz blaze gon' make him see his last day
Takin' 'em out, my life and makin' sure his cast stays
Jack 'em for his last days, that's how livin' fast pay
Nigga, you know the word on the street
It's the mobsta elite that's servin' the streets to the rockin' these beats
You better have a nice way to greet us than rolling with your guys
And you could still die in a multiple homicide

[Chorus 2 w/ 1 - (2x)]

Let's mob up

[Chorus 1 - (2x)]

 

[fox69]

"Mobstability"
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)

"Mobstability"
(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]

 

[fox69]

"Mobster's Anthem"

"Mobster's Anthem"


Yeah we gonna do it like this
Mobsters reign, we hope you feel this
Speedknot Mobsters

[Verse 1:]

My click been strugglin half a lifetime tryin to get our shit on
got no G's to sit on, even so niggas sell packs to get on
but let me take you to a place
where these niggaz learn to better pain and stress
look a murderer in the face, comin up with a wilder range you're blitzed

1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly sticken you
fleein through the front door, and we gotta do one more
even though dealer watchin me like the lottery
we can still fulfill this westside oddessy mobster prophecy

Well mobbin what can be better than weed, drinks, bitches and loot?
hangin off 20 G's cause you got more money to scoop
lives a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
constantly eyed by neighbors, who do the Feds favors?
it aint no major dough, what this lady yeya blow
as long as its payin me for my occupation criminal
pullin up on hoes, as the weed smoke blows, the absence of a mobsters presence
is the reason she chose, as the regency rolls, it rolls, the pearl white O's
mobile, shit im a ride high til i die, get killed
smoke like fields, forever dodgin blue shields,
we're blue steel i got full proof escape skills
we're paper chasin leavin trails of shell cases
and chasin to the part of your body
where the bloods wasted, on the life taken
Chicago aint a city its a nation
its all this my foundation within the mobster organization

[Chorus:]

If its gonna be shakin it up, if its gonna be cookin it up
if it aint hustlin and we got some skunk we gonna be smokin it up
(well I'm a payin mobster for life, caught with gold and ice)
(Speedknots roll two shots too cold to die, know im a get high)
its an everyday thang for my Speedknot Mob to hang
callin cops for thangs, readin to squab or bang
takin your riches, cause we know we snatchin your bitches
the wish I reign my family gotta maintain , its a mobster thang

[Verse 2:]

Im a fat booty fuckin, love gettin the sucks in and bustin
givin niggers punkin heads for nothin, while bumpin, handle my functions
my pistles pumpin, got hoes jumpin, a mobstas always into somethin

I can feel Killuminati lookin over my shoulder
somethin keeps tellin me to get mine before its over
smokin on plenty of buddahs, the brand to get blessed, with forgiveness
for the last time I'm sent on the survivin quest
from hustlin 24-7 to makin niggas get undressed
The mobster in me got to be obsessed
with lucci and success, so I can care less
if I gotta be lootin and woopin,
I'm sick of beggin niggas for rides
id rather be the one thats scoopin
cause in these last days its day to day hustlin for me, i wont rest here
everyday
fat ass chain and 3 blades,
trippin on that 2 faced, that nigga sweatin dick
while i rock the stage,
like these bitches is just tryin to get paid to give a nigga AIDS
like I can use it for turnin tricks
or either for hittin licks and then rap about the shit
in one the mobster's greastest hits,
and when we come to your town(?)then raise it
finest skunk we just can roll it up and blaze it

[Chorus (2x)]

Im gonna make it through this New World Order if i gotta be rappin and robbin
you cant stop the Speedknot from mobbin and if you try we squabin
we waitin for you to fall off the square so you best keep your head up
when these shots how niggas roll, cause we dont believe in goin head up

On this week 100's, 50's, and dubs, trigger finger itchy with snubs
hit me wit love, black gloves, red eyes (?)
t-shirt up on my face, fucked up and ready, I cocked the 380,
got a grip that was steady adrenaline
rushin po-feddy, while lives is rolled with Sisqo
may we rock the tightest flows but tinto up with the clips though
gotta find out what yo pockets hit fo, cause i aint that scummie
mother fuck (?) got no time for rockin,
choppin in the car stoppin with a stack ofpacked money
but you trustin me, then I cup this shit,
snatch all of your luxury, try touchin me
actin tough as shit, my moms is a bust for me
fuckin me or make me hate you,
permanently sedate you, when the bullet penetrate
you its goin straight for your face you, unless we chase you
when we escape through your pockets
by all means neccesary the rest is secondary
comin for back til my flesh is buried, the test is carried for me to survive
and hope we still will be thick, with a trilogy click but now seven
mobstability shit

[Chorus (2x)]

Ha, I just take a pull in the hail,
thinkin about my niggas thats locked up in jail
my mind dwells on crime sales, we wipin off mad shells
only time will tell if we gotta use em'
aint lookin for stack , but if we got into it
we gotta do it, ha, mobster anthem for life