RASHEED

RASHEED - Mobbin

rate me

[Chorus]

Its for my mob figgas

My mob figgas

My dolla billas

And my dope dealas

Guerillas

And killas getting jigga

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[Verse 1]

From city to city

We be runnin wit no pity

Niggas that's thinkin they witty

Be endin up in the gutter shitty

Be dying for kitty cat

Petty like pity pat

In a city that don't give a damn

About you less you clockin grands

Understand

That's game

That's the game gone till be till the end of time

Whether you dealin, exortin, killin, or writin rhymes

Me and my clicka slicka

Me rujer that's me chicka

Me love to finga freaka

So listen to her speaka

We burnin down the block

And boilin the blood that it bleed

Ya boy Rasheed

Blazin the bomb weed

Let me proceed

To lace em up enterprise

Center ya eyes

On the prize

No matta the size

Wise guys workin my franchise

Hatas despise

Seein us rise

Capitalize while they fantasize

You gotta be that Miro Miro Miro

I mean the boss maan

For that you gotta have alota balls maan

[Chorus]

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[Verse 2]

Killa assassin like Sicily

Sneaky sicillian

Meet me at the pavillion

Sippin on hen twisted with lime and gin

These bitches they hoppin on them players

Makin mail in this game they coochie poppin

And wanna lay us

Wicked widows wit bodies that a make you leave ya wife

Soon as she get you you turn your back

She stab you wit a knife

We keep it bumpin

Never lovin these hoes scrubbin

That's the way it goes when you dealin wit pros

Stay playaistic

Or get it twisted

That's the motto

Keep it calm and pop anotha champagne bottle

And let's get fucked up everyday like it's a celebration

Bangin that music from the speaker givin good vibrations

And put the funk in the air

We got the skunk ova here

Future millionares tellin the coppers we

Blaze one for the nation

No playahation

And buck a shot in ya location

[Chorus]

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[Verse 3]

Pleasure and pain

So many years gotta deal wit the aggravated mind

Time is money

But the money is so addicted to me

It's just history

From shit I be kickin so wickedly

Now that we elevated it's a changin of time

Dirty nigga from the slums of the Philadel

La connecta wit Mexicanoes in Texas it's burnin hell

We hot, hot, hot

Don't fuck around we chop chop

Shit down from A Town

Saviola wit the A.K. in the baby srtolla

Slangin birds wion the Internet

Commit murder through Motorola's

Illegal means makin money

By any means necessary

Crossin the bosses we ain't leavin no commentary

But cemetaries two elevens and one eight sevens

Bad habits cause homie I gotta have it

Spittin bullets of the D.A. and the crooked popo

BAAAAANG another WETBLACK logo

[Chorus]

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