Verse 1

It's 79 came to bomb about where my pops at twin these
Good man drank the hustler and black but my track
Was to sell crack fair back but the flow back
But if you betray my congregate
I snatch your grill with that mask I more petty than that
I snatch your shit these and toe tags bumping
Mashing bumping a fifty caliber pack hollow tip note pads
To the straight dome fuck you up kid I'm flowing in homes
While I be fuckin

Verse 2

Mob fashion questions they be asking about my folks
That blasted selling my coke to cash until my casket
Won't hesitate to blast quick to hit they ass I make my moves
Shit I'm on some smooth shit thought they knew
We pull kicks I pull my fifth fools ain't no tripping
My dipping hogs picking phones pimping hoes killing those
Mob fashion

Verse 3
[C-bo]
Those that direct blast quick to blast with no mask
To get cash and blast end go stepping on they ass
One life to live and heck 26 years of strictly mob fashion
Ducking my bullets storm and smashing
Bucking them down on their ass quick to laugh fuck that we
Blasted awol now leave these mob figas on awol

Chorus: 2x
[C-bo]
And we mob fashion forever caught in the streets tommy guns blasting
Nigga fuck the p.d. gone smashing pushing expiditions
And s classes bulletproof glasses mafioso getting cash

Verse 4

I put the bombs in the hair discount with the right connection
Valid entry we mob figa pouch two thousand where we sit
At tables and plot licks investigation and indulge in mob
Intelligence the revolution what's the solution
And end up losing confusion fortune and fame got to keep moving
My mob money of bitches and stack riches is mob fashion

Verse 5

This is mob fashion we blasting on you so called niggas
Thinking that they solders bucking at they till I smoke ya
Get in the car when the funk is on hit me on my mobile
We can blast when we playa haters till my chrome
Westside hoping that they don't test me police try to arrest me
Mob styling like Joe Pescki if that's they 50 G'z
When they came game I'm about to make some change
Nigga fuck the rap game I have a tech nine in my waist side
And hoes know doubt fucking them white folks
Can't tell but we thugged out in jail ridy
At the bar like young gotti the hoes like they know
All over my body I be representing the mafia and we be shining
Like the ballers when I'm rolling and busting nines
They told us that they mines when we mash they bulletproofy
Clashes my enemies wanna finish me and put bullet holes
In my fashion

Chorus: 2x
[C-bo]
And we mob fashion forever caught in the streets tommy guns blasting
Nigga fuck the p.d. gone smashing pushing expiditions
And s classes bulletproof glasses mafioso getting cash

Verse 6
[Spice 1]
We mob figgas and we mashing shoot outs niggas crashing
Taking home and stashing murder them and blast them
They say the niggas stiff as a muthafucka and ese on his ass
Nigga's eyes still wide open hennessey still in his glass
We mob stop kicking niggas on site don't you see they eyes
Is going down niggas is surprised nigga see I done shit
To my enemies that make them throw they alize with no remorse
I'm a mob savage and straight hooping like the fitch
In a room where slugs and thugs be up and hitting them corners
Going in a war of drugs in mob fashion hanging out the window
Letting off thirty round clips nigga with flips and falls
Come on kill them all

Verse 7
Let my young niggas and assasins niggas that's on and taking lives
But never taking 25 cuz they smashing mob fashion
High speed chases and dam near fashion
In a high po 7 four rocks knocking at the rollers
With the ap N.I.N.E. we mob off into the distant instinctly
My heart beating like a rate hoping I flee the scene safe
So I can defy 300 G'z they decline mob fashion mob fasion

Chorus: 2x
[C-bo]
And we mob fashion forever caught in the streets tommy gun blasting
Nigga fuck the p.d. gone smashing pushing expiditions
And s classes bulletproof glasses mafioso getting cash