Текст, перевод и аккорды “Mobster's Anthem”
- 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 shit on got no G's to sit on, even so niggas sell packs to get on but let me take you to a place where these niggaz 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, bitches 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, shit 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 shell 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 snatchin your bitches the wish I reign my family gotta maintain , its a mobster thang Verse 2: Im a fat booty fuckin, love gettin the sucks in and bustin givin niggers punkin heads for nothin, while bumpin, 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 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 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 ass chain and 3 blades, trippin on that 2 faced, that nigga sweatin dick while i rock the stage, like these bitches is just tryin to get paid to give a nigga AIDS like I can use it for turnin tricks or either for hittin licks and then rap about the shit 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 (2x) 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 niggas 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, 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 aint that scummie mother fuck (?) got no time for rockin, choppin in the car stoppin with a stack ofpacked 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 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 shit Chorus(2x) Ha, I just take a pull in the hail, thinkin about my niggas thats locked up in jail my mind dwells on crime sales, we wipin off mad shells 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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