Mobb Shhh

Lyrics

[Intro] And all of you shrug, right? Except some of your friends of yours and one day I might do something that upset you and you hit me. Then you become boss. My friends they hit you, and somebody else becomes boss. And on, and on, and on. You know what I call that? Stupid, very very stupid So if you ain't doing it, who's gonna be... Nobody [Verse 1: Vado] Just landed Stepped out, red carpet Questions asked, press flash, I'm the next target Flex barking, about to sign to the best market S parked it, key on me to push start it Just blew a grand in Houlihan Serving us drinks, disturbing the peace like Luda fam Sight clearer, in front of the mirror, like "Who the man?" You the man where the cooler stand then do the damn (thing) Farazino and Ferragamo the shoe is tanned If he don't take his hand out his pocket you shoot his man I've been around for a while, I ain't new to Cam Or new to the cam, since Mad Ciphers I knew the plan (early) Knew the right people to be around Listen and learn, then my turn came, I see it now It's time to earn when the birds came, we need a town A key, a pound, and the price stay, we don't bring it down [Verse 2: Vado] I'm so sick of them, talking Slick Rick to them Name your top 10 I got at least 6 of them That attach-dough, velcro need to stick with him Start playing your role Maybe could make a flick with him Suit and tie, mai tais, you have a sip with him Can't do shit to him, I know it's hard to get to him Meet his underboss, captain if you want to talk Before he had him a plate, he was eating from other forks That took a care of disease is what his mother caught Sister drive around yelling look what her brother bought They hate that I'm all like what these fuckers thought Harlem nigga with more sponsors than a Rucker court My math equivalent, 10% for the middleman Ignorant but militant Kill your miss, snatch your siblings Stacks in the Timberland Boxes, packs, in the ceilings them, concealing them Ask an innocent man, ask a gentleman [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Don Vito, Don Carlo, Castellano Look, kneel over, be on point like guarding Rondo Gotti whacked him, body bagged him Took the family over Where you running a racket dig, can't be chocha Candynovas, owe me money? Can't be over In the sands with girls Hit it harder than Sammy Sosa Lifestyle, quite foul, never made it up Immunity, since 20, my community, gated up Spray them up, like alcohol, play the cut Made the cut, whole, half-quarters, orders, break them up Tell him chill before we break him up Then wake him up Fuck toys, wakes are us Champagne from waitresses Gucci, Louis, monogram the D square Be clear, we here, and gonna be, each year See dear, Killa, keep the streets near Peace gear, on the ave, with chicks in beach chairs