I'm A Mobsta Lyrics - Untold Story Volume Ii - Game

(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 fuckin 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 

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(Chorus: Young Menace) 

I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper 

That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin collar 

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

If ya fuck 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 fuckin 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 

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(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)