[Swoop G talking]
From the city to the Town, and back to LBC
you know this type of shit happens everyday
You know it ain't no other state that do it quite like we
cuz this type of shit happens everyday
[Verse 1: Swoop G]
Now who got the gangsta, gangsta twist?
S-W-double O-P-G back on yo list
California rollin
choppin up game on Motorolas
tuck the pistola bendin the corner
burnin the doja I done told ya
livin this California street life
make a playa think twice
or get them three strikes
an I'm knowin, you knowin that we ain't showin no fear
bangin and watchin the murder rate increase all year
Is it true?
Do Crips "C", bangin on the Bloods?
Or do California got that sticky bomb bud?
an bomb foes
pushin Lexo's
wearin fly clothes
fingers full of diamonds
wit diamonds in they nose
an brown hair
no derri're
sexy underwear
an I'm knowin
cuz panty lines showin as I stare
an all year
damn you makin love at first sight
baby you make a thug wanna love you tonight.
[Verse 2: JT The Bigga Figga]
We got the situation
we facin wit steady concentration
double six-duece produce
so hear my gangstas conversate
hardtimer, we climbin, findin reasons
crossin bridges for capers
and then there's papers needed
I feel they cheated
you leaded up out the viles wit multiple sacks, of dinero's
changin license plates on Yukon's
and old Camero's
until they knocked my plug at DMV
had my P.O. in the Bauer give 'em all of me
I'm a see
in Long Beach tucked under
gettin my perve on for the whole fuckin summer
from the Bay to L.A.
we showin nuthin but love
wit round trip tickets wit Swoop G an big Gov.
[Verse 3: Swoop G]
Gov you hit 'em up high
JT an I hit 'em low
break 'em down to the lowest compound possible
it ain't no stoppin
when we droppin
it's destined to hit the top
mashin for the Mobb
takin over this hip-hop
droppin hits to audiences
who's havin a fit
cuz they know the G's comin wit that gangsta twist
an they love it
ain't nothin to it, but to do it
I was born in Long Beach
I'm a stay true to it
like a soldier
baby watch me show ya, I ain't a punk
roll the window down cover my strap then dump.
[Verse 4: JT Tha Bigga Figga]
Bump, bump
hit 'em wit somethin heavy make they chest jump, jump
B.A. they ain't ready for the funk
[Verse 5: Bart]
It's the Mobb
we don't bang
but we roll wit hittas
peep the sickess
I be the lyrical serpent that bit ya
how could ya figure
we ain't right Mobbin to the fullest
so I break you back to the regular
ain't no competitors to us
who'd a knew us
flossin recruiters from Oakland, to Houston
it's S-W-double O that be starrin your every movement
through the music
we stack chips and break bread
keep it listenin
I wreck yo set in every city
[Verse 6: Swoop G]
Now you don't see what I see
6 keys for a hundred g's
I take a look in the mirror
see myself livin the dream
takin over things, runnin million dolla schemes
I got a vault safe
that's full of hundred dolla stacks an all
so I got sumpthin that'll lay you on yo back
on the reala
slidin through the city and the Town
ain't no other way, but the way we put it down.
[Chorus x2: Swoop G]
From the city to the Town
and back to LBC
you know it ain't no other state that do it quite like we
Who me young Swoop
and JT Tha Bigga Figga
ridin down

[Swoop G]
you can't stop me, baby.
Mobb shit
you can't stop us, baby. [x2]
[Verse 1: Keek The Sneek]
I put that on the... Mobb
my here comes the warrior
heat from nailin him, yellin out the window when I'm bailin
what you sellin?
I need some zags, I'm ready to get keyed
juss a phase,
if niggaz go snag a zag, then we go snatch a sack of green
step back and let the heat go attack 'em, so we can see
cuz picture my faulty face, fill it up wit drank an clear the space
sicker than Waco
so wicked yo dick will scratch an lay low
my folks get deep in yo dome plus roll up yo face an I say so
leave 'em dangled, severed an strangled
I put that on the Mobb an my Mobbin niggaz will lay low.
[Verse 2: Knuckle Head]
They tryin to mug a nigga
tryin to put slugs on a nigga
but I'm lettin a nigga have it, catch this silly rabbit
what the fuck??!!
Whoooo got dropped?
What the fuck??!!
Yoooou got shot
I keep my gun on safety
cuz niggaz hate me
gotta retally me, yet they can't penitrate me
or fade me
got shot two times, bullets grazed me
lable me a mental Knuckle Head, bitch I'm crazy
the Mobb slangs z's like Scarface on keys
rollin Lexo's an Benzo's sittin on Gold D's.
[Verse 3: Numskull]
I put that on the Mobb
slob, or no pussy, I rock pussies
an after I fuck, I consider the clitoris my pussy
so do the do bitch, I figure that Knuckle Head an Dru spit
(Who you speakin on nigga??!!)
You bitch
it's Swoop's shit
day by day the blunt walk
hamps, chron-chron, Hindu an drunk talk
I be the wall behind the heater
call me yo leader
makin niggaz go old school like Dan Sever
makin Num, Num inbetween 'em ain't no thang
dick on hang, slang mo pussy then sunsets on one set can't hang
bang-bang, love me to give me skrilla
hug me to give me lovely, Mobb love killa, killa.
[Chorus x3: Krazy, Luniz & Swoop G]
[x2]
We Mobb nigga
hooride nigga, we drop niggaz
you gettin mobbed nigga
I put that on the Mobb nigga.
[Verse 4: Yukmouth]
Uh, nigga any bottle drunken
X-O swallowed, pumpkin
head gettin
lead spittin an I'm hittin blunts an
the chefs hittin, on dubb members
my nigga Num, S-S mean mug niggaz, ex-drug deala niggaz
who love hittaz (Drink-A-Lot)
he be the licksta
(Smoke-A-Lot) he be the the twista
like the movies, sock it to me
like Rudy Ray Mode, or human tornado
nigga I'm groovy
break niggaz wit the Hong-Kong fuey, plus light niggaz up wit the uzi
I put that on the... paraphanali
I'm a keep the Cristally in my belly
I touch mo bread then jelly
one snap like Fonzarelli, make a bitch sell me
pussy until it gets smelly, an then I'm finished.
[Verse 5: Bart]
Got my pistol gripped tightly
make you do the right thang like Spike Lee
despite the
niggaz who be takin the M.O.B. lightly
it might be
another case of name loss
cuz game cost, for the nigga that stole my butter I'm a show you off
he coughed
I opened them lungs like Primetine Mist
fuck wit a
forehead splitter, wit a clenched fist
dismissed
off the face of the planet
sank like Titanic
boy don't panic, I'm juss a Sickaluffa skitzofrentic
fuckin bitches that be jockin Oakland game
I ran it, never leave empty handed
an the hataz can't stand it
but can't stop it either
behind a 9 millimeter
I put that on the Mobb you'll be left on a machine greeter.
[Verse 6: Ager Man]
Niggaz wanna get they test on
better have they vest on
packin a clip full of teflon
leavin you niggaz stepped on
fucked around an got crept on
slippin in his 'Stang
talkin bad about 3 Times, I had to do my thang
Mobb shit, wit a pistol grip
30 officers hit, wit a clip
when you get stuck on yo door wit a $150 dolla kicks
an slappin that ass juss like a bitch
nigga fuckin wit niggaz, don't ya know
you best believe you fuckin wit soldiers
that'll chop that ass up, roll in the cut like A-1 Yola
A-G mutha fuckin E
got a glock an a 3-50
niggaz better hope like Bob
that they don't get robbed
fuckin wit the Mobb nigga.
[Swoop G talking]
Hold up nigga.... Fuck all you niggaz that ain't wit this Mobb shit. You
wit us or against us. Success is the best revenge.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 7: Swoop G]
The Mobb game got us niggaz brain hangin like wall paper
you shouldn't have ran yo mouth about the Mobb at all playa
all spraya
able to rip shit
an still Eclipse spit, guess our heataz start to come in triplets
the Oakland edition, where we was raised
an rolls mutha fuckaz up off the turf that didn't belong
one phone call, to my roll dog
I have a roll call to finish
niggaz brought paraphanalia comin to get ya
they proper position
to chop 'em wit street sweepers an glocks
selection wit heataz, an sections to hectic to stop
like mad caulkin, an bad cops
an all this shit that can get yo ass popped
or get yo ass shot
I put that on
niggaz I rob wit in Eastside California
pullin up an puttin the pistol on ya.
[Verse 8: Cydal]
Paraphanalia to the Mobb
we treat yo face like pussy, fuck yo head
why did the world distort, potnaz deadly, warfares
this 'sidal life has got me strapped an sayin, more prayers
been down on one knee, hopin that when the killa comes that he don't gun
life is money
mind over matter until the death nigga
fo life
I had that P.M.O.B. written across my chest
I guess
the mental mandatory got me cleanin up blocks
for shitty niggaz like I'm in the janitorial business
after droppin a dime niggaz will Mobb, many an all
when the bullet flys many will fall
til I die paraphanalia verse 'em all
T Luni the first to call
I bet, as applied hearse an casket fo 'em all
as we Mobb nigga.

[Swoop G: talking]
Mobb shit bitch, that's all them raps in my notebook finally paid off.
Testimonies of a gangsta. 9-7.
[Verse 1: 2 Scoops]
Most fantasise, I despise a nigga
who violate the game, by casting dirt upon my name
cuz I've been summoned from the vallies of hell
at the same time them shells dropped them niggas fell
you claim you ballin but I can't tell
about your bitch you fit
now you can't afford bail
like I dispose of toilet paper, I dispose of them fists
you can't fuck wit this Mobb-stylist so keep bitin yo lip
niggas wanna see me lose but ain't no room for error
finally got a thick bitch, now you scared to share her
there's a coward umong us I detect his sent
I won't point no fingers nigga, but I said what I meant
ain't no snitches in my streets, Chris I come wit slugs
nigga wash, Tide an Bleach can't fade this thug
give it up
live it up playa expose your heart
at my best I rip flesh like a Great White shark
that's real
po-po raids and barricades can't stop us
as a shout out beg center, for AK's and choppers
in the Bay I must pray for the municable jury
there's no way man can survive the decent of my fury
I married Nina Ross
cuz she's my hoodrat pal
we got engaged the day I pulled her out that bathroom towel
I be ridin on that highway to heaven cuz I paid the toll
it costed more than a dollar so I gave my soul
the pain from my past it can't be disguised
I been baptised in fire, watch the flames in my eyes
nigga
2 Scoops assembling soldiers to ride in unison
PD's got AP's out for all us hoolagans
the dirt I've done I'd be willing to do again
as long as the bitch ass niggas I'd love to shoot again
mama raised me well wakin up to them grits
kept it real, and made all the playas praise my shit
got discovered like a fossil or the secret of the ooze
I had to steal because I refused to wear them Payless shoes
teacher told me she'll be back in a minute
I think she knows
my optimst prime lunch pale
my twamp sacks in it
I'm gettin suspicious
niggas
they askin too many questions
they know my new Pope 100's be my prized possesion
streets has got these niggas heartless
they ain't got no manners
when we run out of chronic do we resort to the bammers
sometimes I wonder my mama don't approve of me
humiliated by the fact that her son's a G
heaven has an admission and your hearts to feed
spotlight, would you please shine bright on me.
[Chorus x2: Bart]
As I get violent and physical
wit my strap to your mental
soon as I enter the reconstruction wit this 12 gage pistol
we handle the ghostrider
we live and die through these hardcore raps
heaven will find a way to follow us down this dark course path.
Testimonies.
[Swoop G: talking]
I would like to take the time out to give credit to the cities of
Frisco, Vallejo, Oakland, Sacramento for manufacturing so many talented
niggas, and giving us money-motivated hustlas an opprotunity to pursue a
legitamate career, in this twisted game called life. I truley hope after
hearing my album, my songs will influence my fans to retire, smoke
bigger, hope for better. Don't be content wit the circumstances, cuz
most of these circumstances are only temporary. Can't nobody hold you
back from changin them. Music has given the testimonies of us gangstas a

[Verse 1]
Me and Keita Rock, off to our spot in the PJ's
Where our niggas hold rocks... and glocks and AK's
Put our little homies up on game...
Give 'em some change
2 months passed, they move 32 whole thangs
Keys... OG's, set up shop
And let the BG's hold the block
And work the spots
And tote them glocks
So you might get shot
Them little niggas in the projects be bangin' a lot
Now... don't you know that you was trippin' when you came through?
Tryin' to buy your work and wasn't framed up with no blue?
Got jacked, couldn't react...
Don't get back
Left you naked in the parking lot, holdin' your sack
And that's... just... how the shit go
So don't be fuckin' with them projects on the West Coast
Yeah... you gotta bad bitch, huh?
You wanna roll through the projects get your dick sucked, and get fucked?
But you got fucked in the wrong kind of fuck-in
Wrong color car, niggas saw your car and start bustin'
No questions askin'
Just niggas who be mashin'
In Watts... they got some real cold assassins
[Chorus: Swoop G]
Yeah, Wilmington Arms...
Where my niggas got the straps
Nickerson Gardens...
Where my niggas got the sacks
Jordan Downs...
That's when my niggas kick it at:
In the projects...
In the projects...
Yeah...
I said, Wilmington Arms...
Where my niggas got the gats
Nickerson Gardens...
That's where them niggas got the sacks
Jordan Downs...
That's when my niggas kick it at:
In the projects...
In the projects...
[Verse 2: Juice & Swoop G]
Pull up to the curb in that fresh, wet tint
Yup, they 100 spokes, ghetto fabulous
Remmy in my cup
Bangin' my own shit
Go and get a cup... what up?
(I ain't seen you in a minute)
On the D-L livin' it up
(Ay, Juice...)
What?
(You know what happened to cup?)
(They caught him paper chasin', he wasn't givin' a fuck)
(You got them sacks on deck?)
Yup, you know it...
20's, 50's, 100's, you know the streets, we run it
I'm a get mine
Everytime
Hold to make a knot
What cha got on the drink?
Headed to the store, across the street from the projects
Gun play... that shit still crack
Some get hit and don't hit back
Front-back, side-to-side
3-wheel motion
We floss the most and it's on
Representing the projects
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Keita Rock]
Swoop G, let me put you up on some project shit
In Southern California, niggas call 'em the bricks
Some bang Blood... some bang Crip
I met a bad ass, yellow-bone, project bitch
So you know, like I know
That I'm assed-out to the Pablo's
In the blue Ford
Blue Khaks
Blue Chucks, with the tongue fold
Pablo's Bishops from the parkin' lot
A nigga life on the line, for a piece of cock
So I grabbed my 4-5, out the stash spot
Put it to my side, and hang through the parkin' lot
Little niggas like: "Blood, that's Keita Rock...
He fucks with the big home boy Stutter-Box"
So back the fuck up, nigga
You're crowdin' my space
It's the nigga with that L.A. Dodger face
Death Row blew a flame
Piru, 60 gang
And every project that I bang through, respect my name

[Swoop G talking]
Fuck you Snoop.
Live and offical.
Direct.
Death Row.
Yeah.
Dynasty nigga.
Holla back.
Death Row is a franchise, a legacy
New beginning, is the ending of you.
I done wrote this shit.
The new generation.
Find 'em nigga, where you at?
Yeah.
You know my niggas runnin
what you juss doin
we been an done it
pushin V-12 600's
puffin lovin my women
diamonds shinin priceless on my neck
I ain't spent a big face yet
still spendin small faces from that '92 spot
Dr. Dre thanks a lot for that Chronic you dropped
now I'm droppin mine in '99
the present is mine
in the year two-thous, please believe we holdin it down
polish the crown
bustin the rounds
get the fuck down
movin the crowd
make the sqares act right now
me an Suge
I'm the ace in the hole
makin the doe
for my dog Mr. Knight I pray you get parole
an to that bitch-made nigga Snoop Doggy hoe
I'll get at you in the hood
you ain't the homie no mo'
an this ain't about Death Row
it's about the set
holla back an you can meet me on some Reno bet.
[Chorus: Swoop G]
You can shine in yo time
but I'ma shine the hardest
Death Row, diamonds reward
the number one artist
Long Beach is a dynasty
and Swoop is in his prime
you know I'm holdin down mine
fake niggas you know the time.
It's crucial
the feelings mutual
so when I see you, I'ma shoot you
niggas will swear that I never knew you
I can't believe you would do what you've done
cross Death Row and forget where you from.
[Swoop talking]
Snoop ain't never had a Death Row piece cuz it's only fo ridas
that's why he at that Dogg Pound shit.
That nigga fake as Pretty Tony
the phony homie
give me ya Rollie
the real homies droppin fools, shinin like gold D's
best believe baby boy we gettin our cheese
you juss a weenie Snoop Dogg
so tuck ya tail and leave
and we makin moves
you gettin used
battered an bruised
I fill in your shoes
so there it is, touch it or lose
cuz you can't handle
what I do
callin shots
and come bustin at your homeboys too
lookin for you in the LBC pushin a Nav
and it's in my lap
I don't keep the heat in the dash
license and permitt so if I see you it's meant
for me to tear your head off on some murderous shit
you simple minded
look at me shinin
all in the doe
after this I'm buyin a label
and a studio
I lost love for ya Snoop back then
when Swoop bruised yo chin
at the video shoot for the Twinz.
[Chorus]
At the Ampa Theatre
remember we gangstas
so we mobbed in that mutha fucka in Chuck Taylor's and gators
pushin our weight
man we thought you niggas was tanks
but we was flexin our muscles from the jump at the gate
now we inside
when Death Row ride it's do or die
pushin the line
mashin like Pac an Suge Knight
when he slapped you up
you had to run to get 'em up
one on one
and I thought you niggas was soldiers
cuz if this was a war
man ya team would be dead
you know how we get when we take that chronic to the head
and we mixed it with liquor
an the Nina's out to get ya
it's ritz
so loc you betta handle your shit
and you know this ain't a game we playin
I'm tellin ya mayne
don't make me pull this mutha fuckin strap out again.