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twista - mobster's anthem lyrics

yeah we gonna do it like this
mobsters reign, we hope you feel this
speedknot mobsters

[verse 1:]

my click been strugglin half a lifetime tryin to get our sh-t on
got no g’s to sit on, even so n-gg-s sell packs to get on
but let me take you to a place
where these n-gg-z learn to better pain and stress
look a murderer in the face, comin up with a wilder range you’re blitzed

1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly sticken you
fleein through the front door, and we gotta do one more
even though dealer watchin me like the lottery
we can still fulfill this westside oddessy mobster prophecy

well mobbin what can be better than weed, drinks, b-tches and loot?
hangin off 20 g’s cause you got more money to scoop
lives a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
constantly eyed by neighbors, who do the feds favors?
it aint no major dough, what this lady yeya blow
as long as its payin me for my occupation criminal
pullin up on hoes, as the weed smoke blows, the absence of a mobsters presence
is the reason she chose, as the regency rolls, it rolls, the pearl white o’s
mobile, sh-t im a ride high til i die, get killed
smoke like fields, forever dodgin blue shields,
we’re blue steel i got full proof escape skills
we’re paper chasin leavin trails of sh-ll cases
and chasin to the part of your body
where the bloods wasted, on the life taken
chicago aint a city its a nation
its all this my foundation within the mobster organization

[chorus:]

if its gonna be shakin it up, if its gonna be cookin it up
if it aint hustlin and we got some skunk we gonna be smokin it up
(well i’m a payin mobster for life, caught with gold and ice)
(speedknots roll two shots too cold to die, know im a get high)
its an everyday thang for my speedknot mob to hang
callin cops for thangs, readin to squab or bang
takin your riches, cause we know we sn-tchin your b-tches
the wish i reign my family gotta maintain, its a mobster thang

[verse 2:]

im a fat booty f-ckin, love gettin the sucks in and bustin
givin n-gg-rs punkin heads for nothin, while b-mpin, handle my functions
my pistles pumpin, got hoes jumpin, a mobstas always into somethin

i can feel killuminati lookin over my shoulder
somethin keeps tellin me to get mine before its over
smokin on plenty of buddahs, the brand to get blessed, with forgiveness
for the last time i’m sent on the survivin quest
from hustlin 24-7 to makin n-gg-s get undressed
the mobster in me got to be obsessed
with lucci and success, so i can care less
if i gotta be lootin and woopin,
i’m sick of beggin n-gg-s for rides
id rather be the one thats scoopin
cause in these last days its day to day hustlin for me, i wont rest here
everyday
fat -ss chain and 3 blades,
trippin on that 2 faced, that n-gg- sweatin d-ck
while i rock the stage,
like these b-tches is just tryin to get paid to give a n-gg- aids
like i can use it for turnin tricks
or either for hittin licks and then rap about the sh-t
in one the mobster’s greastest hits,
and when we come to your town(?)then raise it
finest skunk we just can roll it up and blaze it

: chorus two times:

im gonna make it through this new world order if i gotta be rappin and robbin
you cant stop the speedknot from mobbin and if you try we squabin
we waitin for you to fall off the square so you best keep your head up
when these shots how n-gg-s roll, cause we dont believe in goin head up

on this week 100’s, 50’s, and dubs, trigger finger itchy with snubs
hit me wit love, black gloves, red eyes (?)
t-shirt up on my face, f-cked up and ready, i c-cked the 380,
got a grip that was steady adrenaline
rushin po-feddy, while lives is rolled with sisqo
may we rock the tightest flows but tinto up with the clips though
gotta find out what yo pockets h-t fo, cause i aint that sc-mmie
mother f-ck (?) got no time for rockin,
choppin in the car stoppin with a stack ofpacked money
but you trustin me, then i cup this sh-t,
sn-tch all of your luxury, try touchin me
actin tough as sh-t, my moms is a bust for me
f-ckin me or make me hate you,
permanently sedate you, when the bullet penetrate
you its goin straight for your face you, unless we chase you
when we escape through your pockets
by all means neccesary the rest is secondary
comin for back til my flesh is buried, the test is carried for me to survive
and hope we still will be thick, with a trilogy click but now seven
mobstability sh-t

: chorus two times:

ha, i just take a pull in the hail,
thinkin about my n-gg-s thats locked up in jail
my mind dwells on crime sales, we wipin off mad sh-lls
only time will tell if we gotta use em’
aint lookin for stack, but if we got into it
we gotta do it, ha, mobster anthem for life

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