Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ The Game - I'm a mobsta ------------------------------------------ [Young Menace + (The Game)] Yeah! What is it? Its Young Menace, and the Game (Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Taylor) Doublin down on who? (Comptons young guns) Sacramentons finest (Who fuckin with me?) From Sac-Town to Compton, you dig? [The Game] Yo, yo, now aint no tellin what the Gamell 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 aint 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 Ima test your education What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration? Im the nigga thatll smoke the purple, get high as a kite Down half the Goose then choke your workers Dont 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 Im the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga [Chorus: Young Menace] Im a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper Thatll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin collar Im a mobster, Robin Hoods like Kevin Costner If ya fuck with my dollars Ill make you swallow my daughters Im a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face Im a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah Im a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah [Young Menace] Shhhhh.. I got a lot to say Dawg I gotta get paid thats why I rock the lle And chop the lle to push bricks through your block a day Ill bring terror to your squad and make you rock away Dont depend on tomorrow you can get shot today Ill 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, howd you get out that soon? (You fuckin snitch!) I got a chop thatll touch yo head like Vidal Sassoon You dont wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons That wont hesitate, they gon do what they have to When theres beef on the streets its on for life like tattoos [Chorus] [Verse Three] It dont matter what season, it dont matter not a day I move traffic through the city, plus I keep the right of way Im on point like Bibby, Im the leader of the team mayne Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game Everybodys fired up, I drop major packages Im never doin bids because my game is so immaculate A bitch try to snitch, I Cant Deny It like Fabolous Before the evidence gatherin, someones in an ambulance Now thatll 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 Its business before pleasure my business brings me pleasure It feels good to be able to shine, in any type of weather Thats why I do what I gotta do so my moneys lookin tight Whether Im jukin on the block or have bitches hookin lights yknow? [Chorus]