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• Tha Mobb • | by Lil Wayne
(Lil Wayne talking)
yeah, hard body hard body,carter carter carter, carter, yeah let's go

(Verse 1)
Cash Money, Young money, Mother fuck the otherside,
they can fuck wit us if they want I bring em' a homicide,
word to my mama I'm gon' continue balling,
told her gettin outta the game is like comin outta a coma',
I'm tryin but i know when this rap shit get boring
all I ask fo u is that u pray for me, please...
and the beat keep crying and imma keep beating her,
feet im fuckin her im deep in her,
sleep in her and wat happens when the reaper comes,
I'm jus hopin that he sends the elevator up,
I made enough I aint make shit, so while im here imma take that and take this(nigga)breakfast yes....
lets eat wipe your mouth when u finish and heart for lunch and dinner,
no beginner to the criminal activities fuck with them they rushin like seminoles, indians no bow and arrows Harold,
Just Ninas Gina,Just choppas Robert,
carter 2 tell me how are u gonna stop a riot,
I lock it and seal it up, bet i can fill it im in the lead i can pop a wheelie,
not for rookies late bloomers stay in the boons i'm here motherfuckas make room (Booommmmm!)
Young tune the big cuhuna its my ocean baby
yall niggas is tulips, better now than sooner,
jr,fly around your city try takin a number to ya,
I aint goin nowhere special i wont never leave(un uh)
shit im already a legend if I ever leave(ya kno)
You cant get rid of me(un uh)
not lil me man i got em' imma get em "B"(I got em B)
I'm hungry like I didnt eat
I want it like i didnt see a mil before seventeen (boy)
wat the fuck is u niggas tellin me,
u pups cant keep up with the pedigree
catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventy's(yeah)
Call myself settling, palm trees, promethozine,
wa whats new sometimes I cant cut through that rough loot
and its fucks so many times to its fuck u(fuck u)
so how u won' do it baby we can get it all u gotta do is say it
and im wit it, money and murder u my nigga my jelly preserver
imma ride baby tell the judge give me a verdict(yeah)
hear me u heard me get it and serve it
cuz everytime i did it I hit it and hurt it (yeah)
I'd kill it the mission accomplished(yeah)
them niggas is polished the bitches astonished (yeah)
then they pay (?) when did they find it but,
now that they know so must i remind them,
so they dont forget it I underline it
and im in the sky when the thunder is crying,
young'n i been through all that,
I done did wat u said I put it down when u others was playin,
when the jungle was open, i roll in with the ridaz
stole proof from the bears and brought it back from the lions,
go to court with the Ace Im a gorilla with a lighter,
got the eye of a tiger a heart of a fighter(yeah)
start em' ignite them i walk through fire
watch the flames start multiplying(whew)
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
take a chunk out ya body like a shark bit a nigga(damn)
im aqua like carl wright like fuck with a nigga,
shots ugly but my arch right come on dog bark,bite,
park in the road im always going right nowadays
knowing life aint no mo road lights(eww)
we cant see but we gon make it to the finishline
and right there is the goal line right behind the scrimmage line(what)
touchdown check the score boards give me mines
finna be fines send me nines hitta nigga twenty times(pow pow pow pow)
damn, one mo to the face (pow)
just nigga close the casket like i paid to close the case(yeah)
Im made straight mafia shit front line,
top ranked ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
if i talk about my problems they would probably get rich so fuck em'
imma let em' sit and i aint duckin cuz i chestin up
I dont care who at the top of the stairs im steppin up,
see you fuckin up the money and that aint good business
u startin to look like a witness from the gangstas to the bitches
the hustlaz and the hoes cross over wat ever main stream knows
cuz wanye thinks silent wayne will never fold
u heard it right here if the game was ever told(nigga)
lift up ya toes look under a rug
trust me that history under all that dust so deep down in the dirt lies us(yeah)(who) Cash Money records and im still up front,
Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt,
lets eat and talk about all the niggas we cut but(what)
lets not fuck up our lunch thats real shit
if u ever seen such(tuh)Tha Mob nigga
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