Lil Wayne – Tha Mobb

Multifaceted American renowned rapper and song composer, Lil Wayne comes through with another smashing song titled “Tha Mobb”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter II” was officially released on 1 January 2005.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Yeah

Hardbody, hardbody

Carter, Carter, Carter

Yeah

Let’s go

Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side

They can fuck with us if they want, I bring ’em homicide

Word to my mama, I’m gon’ continue bombing

Told her getting out the game is like coming out of a coma

I’m trying, but I’m normal, when this rap shit get boring

All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)

And the beat keep crying, and I’ma keep beating her (Yeah)

Fee, I’m fucking her, I’m deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah)

And what happens when the reaper come? (Huh?)

I’m just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah)

I made enough, I ain’t make shit (Nah)

So while I’m here, I’ma take that and take this (Nigga)

Breakfast, yes

Let’s eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah)

Then hunt for the lunch and dinner

No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on)

Fuck with them, they’re rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh)

No bow and arrows, Harold (No)

Just Ninas, Gina (Damn)

Just choppers, Robert (Damn)

Carter II, tell me how is you gon’ stop a riot? (Huh?)

I lock and seal it (Yeah), I’m the best, I can feel it (Yeah)

I’m in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got ’em)

Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go)

I’m here, motherfucker, make room, boom

Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah)

It’s my ocean, baby, y’all niggas is tuna (Yeah)

Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior

Flying ’round your city, tryna take a number two on you (Hah)

I ain’t going nowhere special, I won’t never leave (Uh-uh)

Shit, I’m already a legend if I ever leave (You know)

Can’t get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No)

Man, I got ’em, I’ma get ’em, B (I got ’em, B)

I’m hungry like I didn’t eat (Yeah)

I want it like I didn’t see a mil’ before seventeen (Boy)

What the fuck you niggas telling me? (Huh?)

You pups can’t keep up with the pedigree (Get back)

Catch me where the weather be (Hah)

Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling

Palm trees, Promethazine, but what’s new? (Tell ’em)

Sometimes I can’t cut through that rough loop (Yeah)

Get fucked so many times ’til it’s fuck you (Fuck ’em)

So, how you wan’ do it? Baby, we can get it

All you gotta do is say it and I’m with it

Money or murder, you’re my nigga (Yeah), my jelly preserver

I’ma ride, baby, ’til the judge give me a verdict, yeah

Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, ’cause (Yeah)

Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah

Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah

The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished, and (Yeah)

Then they pay homage, when did they find it? But

Now that they know, it’s a must I remind ’em, so

They don’t forget it, I underline it, and

I’m in the sky when the thunder’s crying, younging

I been through all that, I done done what you’re saying

I put it down when the others was playing (Yeah)

When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders

Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah)

Hold court with the apes, I’m a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah)

Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah

Start ’em, ignite ’em (Yeah), I walk through fire

Watch the flames start multiplying, woo, yeah

Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (Yeah)

Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (Damn)

I’m awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga

Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothing)

Fork in the road, I’m always going right

Nowadays, knowing life, ain’t no more road lights (Whoa)

We can’t see, but we gon’ make it to the finish line

It’s right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut)

Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah)

Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)

Damn, then one more to the face (Bah)

Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah)

I’m made, straight mafia shit

Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (Yeah)

And the obvious shit?

If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich

So fuck ’em, I’ma let ’em sit (Yeah)

And I ain’t ducking ’cause I’m right here (Right here), I’m chesting up

I don’t care who at the top of the stairs, I’m stepping up (Whoa)

See, you’re fucking up the money, baby

And that ain’t good business

You’re starting to look like a witness (Fuck ’em)

And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (Yeah)

The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah)

Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No

‘Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne’ll never fold (Uh-uh)

You heard it right here if the game was ever told (Nigga)

Lift up your toes and look under a rug

Trust me, that’s history under all that dust

So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?)

Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I’m still upfront (Yeah)

Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt

Let’s eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut

But, you know what? Let’s not fuck up our lunch

That’s real shit if you ever seen such, church

Tha Mobb

Nigga