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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 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 [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 [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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