The Game

The Game - I'M A Mobsta

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The Game - I'm A Mobsta Lyrics

[feat. Young Menace]

[Young Menace + (The Game)]

Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace, and the Game

(Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Taylor)

Doublin down on who? (Compton's young guns)

Sacramenton's finest (Who f**kin with me?)

From Sac-Town to Compton, you dig?

[The Game]

Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin what the Game'll do, listen dawg

I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you

And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster

Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa

And you ain't gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink

Rolls

With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback

Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack

On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at

And dawg I'ma test your education

What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration?

I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite

Down half the Goose then choke your workers

Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work

Then move bags like Doony & Bert

And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block

I'm the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga

[Chorus: Young Menace]

I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper

That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherf**kin collar

I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner

If ya f**k with my dollars I'll make you swallow my daughters

I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist

Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face

I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah

I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah

[Young Menace]

Shhhhh.. I got a lot to say

Dawg I gotta get paid that's why I rock the lle'

And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day

I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away

Don't depend on tomorrow you can get shot today

I'll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay

Dawg I spit on your grave and fertilize you too

I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes

Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb

Go 'head and keep talkin that shit and get your life consumed

I put a hole in your chest dawg the size of the moon

Yeah you musta been talkin, how'd you get out that soon?

(You f**kin snitch!) I got a chop that'll touch yo' head like

Vidal Sassoon

You don't wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons

That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to

When there's beef on the streets it's on for life like tattoos

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

It don't matter what season, it don't matter not a day

I move traffic through the city, plus I keep the right of way

I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team mayne

Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game

Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages

I'm never doin bids because my game is so immaculate

A bitch try to snitch, "I Can't Deny It" like Fabolous

Before the evidence gatherin, someone's in an ambulance

Now that'll learn you to keep your big mouth shut

Those with big mouths I got the perfect size nuts

Yeah I do my dirt, but I wash my hands thoroughly

Handle my business first so I can celebrate early

It's business before pleasure my business brings me pleasure

It feels good to be able to shine, in any type of weather

That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's lookin tight

Whether I'm jukin on the block or have bitches hookin lights

y'know?

[Chorus]

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