[Chorus]

Mobb shit nigga, ghetto tactics

Mobbin like a fo do in this rap shit

These niggas don't understand

Make G's, shake fleas, that's the plan

[Verse 1]

I be thinkin' we could spit, now watch a nigga serve

Work they nerves, I'm bangin' suckaz heads on the curb with these verbs

I spit, hounding on these tricks

Cause them cavvy clumps and cakes and zips, I'm bout chips

Either kickin' through your jones, pushin' coke, rope and gamblin'

Twenty fo and even mo, I'm caught up in my scammin'

So won't you hand it to he, hoggin' fo G's

Cause, age fourteen, he served the dope fiends

Cavvy clumps wе dumps for loot and scrill, got to stack a mill

Now call me Jack muthafuck Jill

Cause Jill, she play thеm games like them records in that gang

Yo, it be dog play, it be checkers

So I disrespect the fucka with the hog, call me hound

I regulate and shake these hooker hoes in the town

We goes down with pimp composure like that Mac

They might can fuck with you but never with Sess Fac

We be soldiers, smokin' the doja ropes, thinkin' schemes

Boguarding, breaking them bitches down like the green sticky green

Hit the heem, then clear my throat

Continue to speak on gang, good game so nigga soak

I flows like a current, no current, it just be killing

I go and tell ya folks I blow dos, young nigga

I'm down with Y.B.B., Ferg and Khayree on beats

I mob on track like a Mac truck and the G's feel me

Hundred percent pure hog, definitely

I'm shitty, callin' shots for loot like Frank Nitty

So get the national guard, we boguard

I'm all about the loot and we leave these niggas scarred

So spark the holla and stack your leroy

That's indeed, boy, fetti fiend, best believe, boy

[Chorus]

Mobb shit nigga, ghetto tactics

Mobbin like a fo do in this rap shit

These niggas don't understand

Make G's, shake fleas, that's the plan

[Verse 2]

From sundown to sun up, niggas be on they guard

Niggas sellin' caine, some weed, some serve

Chevys chirp up the way-way, we call it gateway

But every day, all day, that's how we parlay

It's filthy shaub mayne, dog game to the extreme

How we gon get the power to devour with no green

So your cuddie mac scheme on made the scrilla and dough

So, I be like focused on my scratch fosho

Say my folks be down for crackin' crowns for the loot

From early morning to when I'm yawning

They servin' goop and troops on the spot, they got mops for knots

Say that fetti got his brain so I bet he got his Glock

So I shot for fetti leroy, loot and scrill

When it's something, Bay boy gon dump and and shoot to kill

On the real, you know that's how this game go

And his kinfolks, they know what his brain on

He thinkin' mob, shots, droptops

Give him some black talons and his gallons on the spot

Base cocaine and crooked cops

Focused on his fetti, he can't stop

[Chorus]

Mobb shit nigga, ghetto tactics

Mobbin like a fo do in this rap shit

These niggas don't understand

Make G's, shake fleas, that's the plan

[Verse 3]

Now this game, it be doggish, hoggish, rather filthy

Lessons in this game, think big and never skimpy

Hogs, they play dirty, scurrvy fosho

Lesson two, stay up out the news and out the throat

Of these niggas speakin' game, leakin' plane on your name

Faulty information, hatin get you crossed in the game

Maintain your hustles, sustain and get your wealth

Lesson three, shake the mutts and fleas, creep with stealth

Lesson four, out the door

Should I say the gates, mayne, it's mackin mandatory

No need to playa hate, it be tony tiger great

Them hatas get sniped in the mean while

Keep your heat piled, lesson five

It's mandatory for me to peak over my shoulders

Never put your trust in hoes because that hoe trust

Get niggas straight stuck, struck down up in this dog game

Lesson six, faulty tricks, they meet the hog, mayne

Lesson's seven's what game is all about

Keep that next man name in this game up out yo mouth

Steady speakin' about how we be doin' this do

Lesson eight, quit hatin and be for doin' it, fool

We set up shop and we school with this game I stash

Never mess with the product if it's for making your cash, nigga

That's lesson nine, a lesson ten, my friend

Never side against yo folks cause damn, we don't win

I put that on the I-N-D and to the O

But I'm fiendin for my rope so, folks, I gotta go

I holla

[Chorus]

Mobb shit nigga, ghetto tactics

Mobbin like a fo do in this rap shit

These niggas don't understand

Make G's, shake fleas, that's the plan