Lil Wayne – Tha Mobb Lyrics

Tha Mobb

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"Tha Mobb." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 05:51 am

Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Chopped & Screwed

Track No: 02

2006, still goin' down baby
Hard body, hard body
Carter II, Swishahouse remix, **** (Carter, Carter, Carter)
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, Mike Watts, Little Wayne, man
Cash-Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the others
They can-they can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide
Word to my momma, I'm gonna continue bombing
Gettin' out the game is comin' out of a coma
I'm tryin' but I'm normal when this rap shit gets boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
And the beat keep cryin' and I'm gonna keep beatin' her
Vee, I'm fucking her, I'm deep in her, asleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come (Huh)
I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up
And what happens when the reaper come (Huh)
I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up
And what happens when the reaper come (Huh)
I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up
I made enough, I ain't make shit
So while I'm here I'mma take this
Breakfast yes, let's eat, wipe your mouth when you're finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner
No beginner to the criminal activity, fuck with them
They rushing in like Seminoles, Indians, no bow and arrows Harold
Just Ninas, Gina, just choppers, Robert
Carter II, tell me how is you gonna stop a riot?
I lock and seal it up best I could feel it (Yeah!)
I'm in the lead, I can pop a wheelie (Got 'em!)
Not for rookies, late bloomers stay in the womb
I'm here motherfucker make room (Boom, boom)
Young Tune, the Big Kahuna
It's my ocean baby, y'all **** is tuna
Young Tune, the Big Kahuna
It's my ocean baby, y'all **** is tuna
Young Tune, the Big Kahuna
It's my ocean baby, y'all **** is tuna
Better now than sooner, Junior
Fly around your city tryna take a number two on you
I ain't going nowhere special, I won't never leave
I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Can't get rid of me, not little me
I got 'em, I'ma get 'em B (I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen
What the fuck you **** telling me?
You pups can't keep up with the Pedigree
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
Calm myself, settling, palm trees, Promethezine, but what's new?
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (Fuck 'em!)
So how you wanna do it baby we can get it
Gotta do is say it and I'm with it
Money and murder, you my ****, my jelly preserver
Ride-ride baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict
I'ma ride baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict
I'ma ride 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it
Every-every time I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, chyea
The **** abolished, the bitches astonished, then
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, youngin'
I been through all that, I done done what you said
I put it down when the others was playin'
When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla but lighter
Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah
Start 'em, ignite, I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplying whoo, yeah
Alter a ****, Nina, talk to a ****
Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a ****
I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a ****
Shot ugly but my arch right, come on dog bark bite
Fork in the road, I'm always going right
Nowadays knowing life, ain't no more road lights
We can't see but we're gonna make it to the finish line
It's right there, the goal line, right behind the scrimmage line
Touchdown, check the scoreboard, gimme
Semi-9 fit me fine, hit a **** twenty times
Damn, then one more to the face just (BOW!)
Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case
Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case
Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case
I made straight mafia shit front line, top rank
Ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my robbery they probably get rich
So fuck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit
And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here, I'm chestin' up
I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm stepping up
See, you fucking up the money baby and that ain't good business
You starting to look like a witness and this is
For the gangsters and the bitches, the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover, whatever, mainstream, no
'Cause Wayne thinks silent, Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up you 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?)
Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Stunner, pop a bottle, baby peel us a blunt
Let's eat and talk about all the **** we cut
What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
That's real shit if you ever seen such

Writer(s): D. Carter, The Heatmakers & Wilson Turbinton.

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