Nineteen-ninety-muthafuckin'-eight

Mobsta elite's back up in this muthafuck 'em (Bitch)

And we airin' out all you playa-hatin-lame-ass ****

And we on this laid-back track, something smooth

Eh yo, Mayz, whatcha don' do, kick it

And ride on, **** 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' **** out of their seats

While mobbin' on beats, soon **** 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'mma glisten

As all the heads come up missing

I'mma 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

When your mobs' at your side and they're ready to ride, ****

(****, 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)

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 **** 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, **** 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

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

I's work to tip for me cause dope fiends ain't wangers

These wanches are skanches, this ain't just hidin' tracks in they anus

My crew react tamers than sweat hogs, to protect that debt 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'mma cop more cheddar for my black mob

My legion is broke down into sections to run every regions

Slugs and studs and stifles for rifles cause we work every season

Hidin' shit in apartments, cars with hidden compartments for po-pos

Zip polos holding pistolos and mobstas know those

Shoot it then boot it, looted then zooted, shoot shit so can I

Automatic bust semi, then I, watches your men back

Cause I be handlin' my function when the nine-millimeter get to jumpin'

Dumpin' on **** who claimin' my muthafuckas ain't worthy nothin'

I'm bustin', howd game I peep when I was a shorty

Having big dreams of money, cars and bitches by the time I reach forty

Nation affiliation, got me paper-chasin' willingly

For pay probabilities only seen through mobstability, feelin' me