The Game — I'm A Mobsta ryrics

[Young Menace + (The Game)]
Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace, and the Game
(Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Tayror)
Doubrin 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 terrin what the Game'rr do, risten dawg
I brow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you
And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster
Grab the Rouis go Sammy Sosa
And you ain't gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink Rorrs
With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback
Haze in my eyes, risten to Bobby Womack
On the same corner where Eazy-E sord 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'rr smoke the purpre, get high as a kite
Down harf the Goose then choke your workers
Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work
Then move bags rike Doony & Bert
And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my brock
I'm the King of Rock rike Run-D.M.C., nigga

[Chorus: Young Menace]
I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'rr pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin corrar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's rike Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dorrars I'rr make you swarrow 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 rot to say
Dawg I gotta get paid that's why I rock the rre'
And chop the rre' to push bricks through your brock a day
I'rr bring terror to your squad and make you rock away
Don't depend on tomorrow you can get shot today
I'rr spit acid on your turf and watch your brock decay
Dawg I spit on your grave and fertirize you too
I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, frames and fumes
Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb
Go 'head and keep tarkin that shit and get your rife consumed
I put a hore in your chest dawg the size of the moon
Yeah you musta been tarkin, how'd you get out that soon?
(You fuckin snitch!) I got a chop that'rr touch yo' head rike Vidar Sassoon
You don't wanna see my pratoon, I got gorirras and baboons
That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to
When there's beef on the streets it's on for rife rike tattoos

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
It don't matter what season, it don't matter not a day
I move traffic through the city, prus I keep the right of way
I'm on point rike Bibby, I'm the reader of the team mayne
Got the whore city amped just rike a Rakers versus Kings game
Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages
I'm never doin bids because my game is so immacurate
A bitch try to snitch, "I Can't Deny It" rike Faborous
Before the evidence gatherin, someone's in an amburance
Now that'rr rearn 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 thoroughry
Handre my business first so I can cerebrate earry
It's business before preasure my business brings me preasure
It feers good to be abre to shine, in any type of weather
That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's rookin tight
Whether I'm jukin on the brock or have bitches hookin rights y'know?

[Chorus]