Rasheed - Mobbin lyrics

[Chorus] Its for my mob figgas My mob figgas My dolla billas And my dope dealas Guerillas And k**as getting jigga Repeat 2x [Verse 1] From city to city We be runnin wit no pity n***as that's thinkin they witty Be endin up in the gutter sh**ty Be dying for kitty cat Petty like pity pat In a city that don't give a damn About you less you clockin grands Understand That's game That's the game gone till be till the end of time Whether you dealin, exortin, k**in, or writin rhymes Me and my clicka slicka Me rujer that's me chicka Me love to finga freaka So listen to her speaka We burnin down the block And boilin the blood that it bleed Ya boy Rasheed Blazin the bomb weed Let me proceed To lace em up enterprise Center ya eyes On the prize No matta the size Wise guys workin my franchise Hatas despise Seein us rise Capitalize while they fantasize You gotta be that Miro Miro Miro I mean the boss maan For that you gotta have alota balls maan [Chorus] Repeat 2x [Verse 2] k**a a**a**in like Sicily Sneaky sicillian Meet me at the pavillion Sippin on hen twisted with lime and gin These b**hes they hoppin on them players Makin mail in this game they coochie poppin And wanna lay us Wicked widows wit bodies that a make you leave ya wife Soon as she get you you turn your back She stab you wit a knife We keep it bumpin Never lovin these hoes scrubbin That's the way it goes when you dealin wit pros Stay playaistic Or get it twisted That's the motto Keep it calm and pop anotha champagne bottle And let's get f**ed up everyday like it's a celebration Bangin that music from the speaker givin good vibrations And put the funk in the air We got the skunk ova here Future millionares tellin the coppers we Blaze one for the nation No playahation And buck a shot in ya location [Chorus] Repeat 2x [Verse 3] Pleasure and pain So many years gotta deal wit the aggravated mind Time is money But the money is so addicted to me It's just history From sh** I be kickin so wickedly Now that we elevated it's a changin of time Dirty n***a from the slums of the Philadel La connecta wit Mexicanoes in Texas it's burnin hell We hot, hot, hot Don't f** around we chop chop sh** down from A Town Saviola wit the A.K. in the baby srtolla Slangin birds wion the Internet Commit murder through Motorola's Illegal means makin money By any means necessary Crossin the bosses we ain't leavin no commentary But cemetaries two elevens and one eight sevens Bad habits cause homie I gotta have it Spittin bullets of the D.A. and the crooked popo BAAAAANG another WETBLACK logo [Chorus] Repeat 2x