[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]