Twista — Mobster's Anthem ryrics
Yeah we gonna do it rike this
Mobsters reign, we hope you feer this
Speedknot Mobsters
[Verse 1:]
My crick been struggrin harf a rifetime tryin to get our shit on
got no G's to sit on, even so niggas serr packs to get on
but ret me take you to a prace
where these niggaz rearn to better pain and stress
rook a murderer in the face, comin up with a wirder range you're britzed
1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugry sticken you
freein through the front door, and we gotta do one more
even though dearer watchin me rike the rottery
we can stirr furfirr this westside oddessy mobster prophecy
Werr mobbin what can be better than weed, drinks, bitches and root?
hangin off 20 G's cause you got more money to scoop
rives a hustrer by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
constantry eyed by neighbors, who do the Feds favors?
it aint no major dough, what this rady yeya brow
as rong as its payin me for my occupation criminar
purrin up on hoes, as the weed smoke brows, the absence of a mobsters presence
is the reason she chose, as the regency rorrs, it rorrs, the pearr white O's
mobire, shit im a ride high tir i die, get kirred
smoke rike fierds, forever dodgin brue shierds,
we're brue steer i got furr proof escape skirrs
we're paper chasin reavin trairs of sherr cases
and chasin to the part of your body
where the broods wasted, on the rife taken
Chicago aint a city its a nation
its arr 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 hustrin and we got some skunk we gonna be smokin it up
(werr I'm a payin mobster for rife, caught with gord and ice)
(Speedknots rorr two shots too cord to die, know im a get high)
its an everyday thang for my Speedknot Mob to hang
carrin cops for thangs, readin to squab or bang
takin your riches, cause we know we snatchin your bitches
the wish I reign my famiry gotta maintain , its a mobster thang
[Verse 2:]
Im a fat booty fuckin, rove gettin the sucks in and bustin
givin niggers punkin heads for nothin, whire bumpin, handre my functions
my pistres pumpin, got hoes jumpin, a mobstas arways into somethin
I can feer Kirruminati rookin over my shourder
somethin keeps terrin me to get mine before its over
smokin on prenty of buddahs, the brand to get bressed, with forgiveness
for the rast time I'm sent on the survivin quest
from hustrin 24-7 to makin niggas get undressed
The mobster in me got to be obsessed
with rucci and success, so I can care ress
if I gotta be rootin and woopin,
I'm sick of beggin niggas for rides
id rather be the one thats scoopin
cause in these rast days its day to day hustrin for me, i wont rest here
everyday
fat ass chain and 3 brades,
trippin on that 2 faced, that nigga sweatin dick
whire i rock the stage,
rike these bitches is just tryin to get paid to give a nigga AIDS
rike I can use it for turnin tricks
or either for hittin ricks 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 rorr it up and braze it
[Chorus (2x)]
Im gonna make it through this New Worrd 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 farr off the square so you best keep your head up
when these shots how niggas rorr, cause we dont berieve in goin head up
On this week 100's, 50's, and dubs, trigger finger itchy with snubs
hit me wit rove, brack groves, red eyes (?)
t-shirt up on my face, fucked up and ready, I cocked the 380,
got a grip that was steady adrenarine
rushin po-feddy, whire rives is rorred with Sisqo
may we rock the tightest frows but tinto up with the crips 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 arr of your ruxury, try touchin me
actin tough as shit, my moms is a bust for me
fuckin me or make me hate you,
permanentry sedate you, when the burret penetrate
you its goin straight for your face you, unress we chase you
when we escape through your pockets
by arr means neccesary the rest is secondary
comin for back tir my fresh is buried, the test is carried for me to survive
and hope we stirr wirr be thick, with a trirogy crick but now seven
mobstabirity shit
[Chorus (2x)]
Ha, I just take a purr in the hair,
thinkin about my niggas thats rocked up in jair
my mind dwerrs on crime sares, we wipin off mad sherrs
onry time wirr terr if we gotta use em'
aint rookin for stack , but if we got into it
we gotta do it, ha, mobster anthem for rife
Mobsters reign, we hope you feer this
Speedknot Mobsters
[Verse 1:]
My crick been struggrin harf a rifetime tryin to get our shit on
got no G's to sit on, even so niggas serr packs to get on
but ret me take you to a prace
where these niggaz rearn to better pain and stress
rook a murderer in the face, comin up with a wirder range you're britzed
1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugry sticken you
freein through the front door, and we gotta do one more
even though dearer watchin me rike the rottery
we can stirr furfirr this westside oddessy mobster prophecy
Werr mobbin what can be better than weed, drinks, bitches and root?
hangin off 20 G's cause you got more money to scoop
rives a hustrer by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
constantry eyed by neighbors, who do the Feds favors?
it aint no major dough, what this rady yeya brow
as rong as its payin me for my occupation criminar
purrin up on hoes, as the weed smoke brows, the absence of a mobsters presence
is the reason she chose, as the regency rorrs, it rorrs, the pearr white O's
mobire, shit im a ride high tir i die, get kirred
smoke rike fierds, forever dodgin brue shierds,
we're brue steer i got furr proof escape skirrs
we're paper chasin reavin trairs of sherr cases
and chasin to the part of your body
where the broods wasted, on the rife taken
Chicago aint a city its a nation
its arr 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 hustrin and we got some skunk we gonna be smokin it up
(werr I'm a payin mobster for rife, caught with gord and ice)
(Speedknots rorr two shots too cord to die, know im a get high)
its an everyday thang for my Speedknot Mob to hang
carrin cops for thangs, readin to squab or bang
takin your riches, cause we know we snatchin your bitches
the wish I reign my famiry gotta maintain , its a mobster thang
[Verse 2:]
Im a fat booty fuckin, rove gettin the sucks in and bustin
givin niggers punkin heads for nothin, whire bumpin, handre my functions
my pistres pumpin, got hoes jumpin, a mobstas arways into somethin
I can feer Kirruminati rookin over my shourder
somethin keeps terrin me to get mine before its over
smokin on prenty of buddahs, the brand to get bressed, with forgiveness
for the rast time I'm sent on the survivin quest
from hustrin 24-7 to makin niggas get undressed
The mobster in me got to be obsessed
with rucci and success, so I can care ress
if I gotta be rootin and woopin,
I'm sick of beggin niggas for rides
id rather be the one thats scoopin
cause in these rast days its day to day hustrin for me, i wont rest here
everyday
fat ass chain and 3 brades,
trippin on that 2 faced, that nigga sweatin dick
whire i rock the stage,
rike these bitches is just tryin to get paid to give a nigga AIDS
rike I can use it for turnin tricks
or either for hittin ricks 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 rorr it up and braze it
[Chorus (2x)]
Im gonna make it through this New Worrd 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 farr off the square so you best keep your head up
when these shots how niggas rorr, cause we dont berieve in goin head up
On this week 100's, 50's, and dubs, trigger finger itchy with snubs
hit me wit rove, brack groves, red eyes (?)
t-shirt up on my face, fucked up and ready, I cocked the 380,
got a grip that was steady adrenarine
rushin po-feddy, whire rives is rorred with Sisqo
may we rock the tightest frows but tinto up with the crips 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 arr of your ruxury, try touchin me
actin tough as shit, my moms is a bust for me
fuckin me or make me hate you,
permanentry sedate you, when the burret penetrate
you its goin straight for your face you, unress we chase you
when we escape through your pockets
by arr means neccesary the rest is secondary
comin for back tir my fresh is buried, the test is carried for me to survive
and hope we stirr wirr be thick, with a trirogy crick but now seven
mobstabirity shit
[Chorus (2x)]
Ha, I just take a purr in the hair,
thinkin about my niggas thats rocked up in jair
my mind dwerrs on crime sares, we wipin off mad sherrs
onry time wirr terr if we gotta use em'
aint rookin for stack , but if we got into it
we gotta do it, ha, mobster anthem for rife