Mobwire - Philthy Rich, Ice Burgandy, Masspike Miles

We on the radio nigga

Your girl wanna blow me now

Getting more head than a 30 on a 40 cal

Turn the radio down I’m tryna hear if this tree is loud

It’s crazy that your bitch said we fly, cause we breathing clouds

Got an eighth on me now tell the bitch bring a liter home

(?) it ain’t cool but when I leave I put my heater on

Gotta be a nerd ass nigga ain’t heard of me before

True Religion, (?) and Stalin they my amigos too

I ain’t let a bird out the cage, I let my eagle go

Coke on me, we leaning, but I don’t need it though

Your girlfriend dropped 6 bands, but i don’t need you hoe

Broke her when I met her when I let her go she leaving broke

Knock you squares off with this ladder you think we a joke

I’m from California my nigga I never seen it snow

'Cept for in my kitchen my nigga and we was weighin' blow

Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer

Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire

Never wanna rap on a beat 'less it’s a (crier)?

Feds wanna run through my spot, give me another prior

Mane I’m turnt up with the Glock, you scared join the choir

S’Philthy, look, look

I say these broke niggas mad I got they rent in my pocket

I went from being a used to be to the number one topic

The mob of the wire, the wire of the mob

The hottest in the bay you other niggas get your jobs

I can’t explain the feeling when I copped my first foreign

Got shooters that’ll get it done for a fit and some Jordans

They say all I rap about is money, well bitch that’s what I’m having

I was real before rap on 580 with the package

I salute any real nigga that really touching cash

I really came from the bottom I was working with my last

Now I’m working with a whole thang I never stopped at half

In every city I touch down I always rep the ave

Only wish I ever had was to touch 36 ounces

But I made it happen and it ain’t come from rapping

Unless you talking Saran, trafficking in vacuum sealed

If you talking more than 40 we can talk about it (?)

They say leave the streets alone and I can get a deal

Tryna sell this white girl like stress so I can get a meal

Mobwire nigga

Part of the five families we come to the round table

I’m my brother keeper;

no Kane and Abel

You see the purple label, you see the foreign whips

That’s that Mobwire, Cypress Village, Bay shit

I was in the Matrix whip it try to get a brick

Go run and chase the money fuck a bitch

Niggas snitching they tell them we the hottest on

Smoking on purp watching the world through my kaleidoscope

Pushing rhymes like dope and it paid off

Now we playing with stacks like Bernie Madoff

It’s a celebration niggas;

Mazel Tov

Livewire boss, I know these niggas hating

Shoutout my momma rest in peace my dadda your son made it

Everyday my birthday, no happy belated

Bitch I’m an Oakland Raider, bitch I’m an Oakland Raider

Bounce out with your ass we the desintigrator

So much paper, we got paper cuts

Ya them other niggas cool, but they ain’t us

Fuck around get your whole head tapered up

CEO shit, Tony Draper papered up

Respect amongst man is what we demand of eachother

AR with the double drum for my band of brothers

Magazines asking questions about my track (?)

I think he was on people tryna wrap me up but I see you

You ain’t heard that I’m the crack that you gave me as one of them babies

I’m so dope I can sell myself I’m way too mainey ya this shit paid me

You got rap cause the crack I sold was killing my kind

And so my other brother (?) tried doing that time

But his minds (?) so all them rookies talk about cookies

Just imposters can’t be mobsters I feel like Tony around all these (?)

I never ask them why all these squares tryna call me Rock

I know the reason why Gotti went (?)

Gangsta gangsta (?) with the banger

Huey P and Lew real recognize real and nigga you a stranger

I’m a real rider and this mobwire

Bitch you’ll fight and you’ll hide

Nigga I ain’t got no friends you either family or you gone buy

Customer and I come for ya if you stab me in my back

Niggas will catch you with ya kids

We don’t be killing niggas on wax

These obituaries is facts (?) extended in these tracks

So don’t try me with all these questions your best bet is just to ease back,

nigga

Word to Sean my ratchets still go off I promise

Word to (?) who tried to show you niggas where the (?) is

We talking power when the illest niggas merge

Mob Figaz, Livewire power surge in the song