[Toxic]
  Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was ready to bend
  Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got thin
  Now you back where you begin while I'm livin on ten
  Got inns sittin in a Benz wit rims sippin on Hen
  Wit Stokes, Twist, and Mayze while you broke bitch I'm paid
  Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have made
  You started with the mob thought you was harder than the mob
  But ain't no one motherfucker larger than this mob
  Swear to god, for y'all C-Wall ain't got love
  No only one that's gonna be on you side is this hot slug
  For the dead and locked I'm throwin my mob up
  Cock and bust to all y'all bitches die for crossin us
    [Liffy Stokes]
  I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now they gone
  And when you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you dome
  And that's wit or without a mask on, cause I'ma blast on sight
  Even if it's in traffic in broad daylight
  The only way you live if it don't spray right
  But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
  And that's on these four fingers I hold high
  Anybody who crosses my mobsta family they die
  I hollered at my boy James to bless me wit some mo' thangs
  A mobstaz hard to kill like stopping off of cocaine
  I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit this
  Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a dick
    [Chorus]
  Nigga cross the mob so what's up
  In every destination retaliation gotta fuck 'em up
  Nigga cross the mob so what's up
  In every destination retaliation gotta get 'em up
  Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fetti fuck everyting that's petty
  Down to do dirt lets put in work
  Stay together whether we rappin of slangin ye together
  Get the paper but don't cross the mob and get hurt loyalty's first
    [Traxster]
  When everything was all good y'all niggas threw the wall up
  But when the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches ball up
  Now you time is all up, fuck who you call up
  My niggas all bust, my killas all nuts
  What the fuck you call us, what you say about C-Wall
  Playa hatin how we ball, nigga we'll be to see y'all
  And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this pain on you
  No love my slugs got them thugs name on 'em
  If he wit his kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the chains on 'em
  Go insane on em', guess he done wit that work range on em
  Rain over, so nigga respect my mob like royalty
  'Till I'm dead y'all hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty
    [Twista]
  When you come strapped in a circle
  No I'm finna hurt you
  Cause the mob put me peeped all of your loopholes
   Cause the trigger work you
  Bust all of you bitches and all of you hoes
  When the bruh come
  Thugs betta run shit look at what thugs want
  See what drugs done
  When held the gun got you runnin from a loved one
  Thought you was down to die but you been found to lie
  So fuck you can't trust you, gotta bust you
  Crush you now you can't lick hits and hustle
  Try to flex your muscle
  But my criteria gotta over comes yo strategies
  Try to make a mob out of peas
  I can ride on you wit Money-T and an amount of cheese
  Plus I had a lot of bud in 'em
  I get mad at the budgin' 'em
  Whippin out the stud in 'em
  But I ain't even studying
  If again and it's on I just put a slug in him
  Duggin him dead and headin hoes off at the pass
  Open up a can of kick ass
  Toy wit me loyalty die quick blast
    [Maze]
  I roll wit straight mobsta leaners
  That always carry beamers
  And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who come between us
  Shockin' the world wit young slingers
  And we can't be defeated, even if you triple team us
  Cause this game got my mod deranged if you in pain
  Kamokaze like my nigga Lo if we loose to you man
  So ready to aim cause it ain't shit to explain
  Shots to exchange plenty of paper in the game
  To help us remain on top of the world until we go bang
  Doin our thang while y'all niggas just hate and complain in vain
  But it'ws still gonna be the same we gonna mob forever
  And out shine all you bitch ass niggas together
    [chorus]
    [as lib by Liffy Stokes]