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Mobsters Anthem Lyrics

from Adrenaline Rush

"Mobsters Anthem" is track #5 on the album Adrenaline Rush. It was written by Lindley, Samuel C. / Haywood, Leon / Mitchell, Carl Terrell.
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Yeah, we gonna do it like this Mobsters reign
We hope you feel this
Y'knahmsayin'

My clique been strugglin' half a lifetime tryin' to get our shit on
Got no Gs to sit on, even so, niggas sell packs to get on
But let me take you to this place
Where these niggas 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 4, 4, the good, the bad and the ugly stickin' you
Fleein' through the front door and we gotta do one more
Even though dealer watchin' me likes the lottery
We can still fulfill this westside odyssey, mobster prophecy

Well, mobbin', what can be better than weed, drinks, bitches and loot?
Jackin' off 20 Gs '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 ain't no major dough, what this lady yeya blow
As long as it's payin' me for my occupation, criminal
Pullin' up on hoes as the weed smoke blows
The absence of a mobster's presence is the reason she chose

As the Regency rolls, it rolls, the pearl white O's mobile
Shit, I'ma ride high till 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 shell cases
Adjacent to the part of your body where the blood's wasted
And the life taken, Chicago ain't a city, it's a nation
It's all this my foundation within the mobster organization

If it's gonna be shakin' it up, if it's gonna be cookin' it up
If it ain't hustlin' and we got some skunk, we gonna be smokin' it up
Well, I'm payin' a mobster for life, caught with gold and ice
Speedknots roll two shots, too cold to die, known to get high

It's 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 snatchin' your bitches
The wish I reign, my family gotta maintain, it's a mobster thang

I'm a fat booty fuckin', love, gettin' the sucks in and bustin'
Givin' niggers punkin' heads for nothin'
While bumpin', handle my functions, my pistol's pumpin'
Got hoes jumpin', a mobster's always into somethin'

I can feel Killuminati lookin' over my shoulder
Somethin' keeps tellin' me to get mine before it's 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' niggas 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' niggas for rides
I'd rather be the one that's scoopin'
'Cause in these last days, it's day to day hustlin' for me
I won't rest here everyday, fat ass chain and 3 blades
Trippin' on that two faced, that nigga sweatin' dick while I rock the stage
Like these bitches is just tryin' to get paid to give a nigga AIDS

And I can use it for turnin' tricks
Or either for hittin' licks and then rap about the shit
In one the mobster's greatest hits
And when we come to your town , get your microphone
Finest skunk, we just can roll it up and blaze it

If it's gonna be shakin' it up, if it's gonna be cookin' it up
If it ain't 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, known to get high

It's 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 snatchin' your bitches
The wish I reign, my family gotta maintain, it's a mobster thang

I'm gonna make it through this New World Order
If I gotta be rappin' and robbin'
You can't 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 niggas roll
'Cause we don't 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 hit me with bubs
T-shirt up on my face, fucked up and ready
I cocked 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 hit fo

'Cause I ain't that, scummie, mother fuck gotta bum me
Got no time for rockin', choppin' in the car stoppin'
With a stack of packed money but you trustin' me
Then I cup this shit, snatch all of your luxury

Try touchin' me, actin' tough as shit, my moms is a bust for me
Fuckin' me or make me hate you, permanently sedate you
When the bullet penetrate you, it's gonna straight for your face, you
Unless we chase you

As we escape through your pockets
By all means neccessary, the rest is secondary
Comin' for back till 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 shit

If it's gonna be shakin' it up, if it's gonna be cookin' it up
If it ain't 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, known to get high

It's 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 snatchin' your bitches
The wish I reign, my family gotta maintain, it's a mobster thang

Ha, I just take a pull in the hail
Thinkin' about my niggas that's locked up in jail
My mind dwells on crime sales, we wipin' off mad shells
Only time will tell if we gotta use em'
Ain't lookin' for stack but if we got into it
Then we gotta do it, nigga, ha, ha, mobster anthem for life

Songwriters
LINDLEY, SAMUEL C. / HAYWOOD, LEON / MITCHELL, CARL TERRELL

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group