Mobster’s Anthem lyrics

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 sh*t on
Got no G's to sit on, even sold n*ggas sacks and packs to get on
But let me take you to a place where these n*ggas learn to better pain and stress
Look a murderer in the face, comin' up where the wild and deranged get blessed ...

1, 2, 3, and to the 44
The good, the bad, and the ugly stickin' you, fleein' through the front door
And we gotta do one more, even though debo watchin me like the lottery
We can still fulfill this West Side odyssey mobster prophecy

Well, mobbin', what can be better than weed, drinks, b*tches and loot?
Jackin' off 20 G's cuz you got more money to scoop
Liff's a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major, though, whether slangin' yay or blow;
As long as its payin' me, folk, my occupation criminal
Pullin' up on hoes as the weed smoke blows
The essence of a mobster's presence is the reason she chose
As the Regency rolls, on zeros, the pearl white Olds-
Mobile, sh*t, I'ma ride high til I die or get killed
Smoke like fields, forever dodgin' blue shields
With blue steel — I got foolproof escape skills
When paper chasin', leavin trails of shell casin's
Adjacent to the part of your body Where the blood's wastin'
A life taken ... Chicago ain't a city, its a Nation
And Solid's my foundation within the mobster organization
Chorus:

If it's dope, we shakin' it up; if its coke, we cookin' it up;
If it ain't hustlin' and we got some skunk, we gonna be smokin' it up
(Wild campaignin mobster for life, carved in gold and ice)
(Speedknots roll through Chi, too cold to die, known to get high)
Its an everyday thang for my Speedknot Mob to hang
Callin' cops for thangs, ready to squab or bang
Takin' your riches, plus we known for snatchin' your b*tches;
The way Chi reign my family gotta maintain , its a mobster thang

Verse 2:

I'm a fat booty f*ckin', love gettin' di*k sucked and bustin'
Givin' n*ggas punkinheads for nothin'
While bumpin'. Handle my functions
My pistol's pumpin', got hoes jumpin', a mobster's always into somethin'

I can feel Killuminati lookin' over my shoulder
And somethin' keeps tellin' me to get mine before its over
Smokin' on plenty of buddah and still prayin' to get blessed
With forgiveness for the last time I sinned on this survival quest
From hustlin 24-7 to makin n*ggas get undressed
The mobster in me got me obsessed with lootchie and success
So I can care less if I gotta be lootin' or whoopin';
I'm sick of beggin' n*ggas for rides, Id rather be the one that's scoopin'
Cause in these last days it's day-to-day hustlin for Mayz;
I want fresh gear every day, fat-ass chains and 3 blades
Trippin' on that 2-faced n*gga sweatin' di*k while I rock the stage
Like these b*tches is just tryin' to get paid to give a n*gga AIDS
Like I can use her for turnin' tricks
Or either for hittin' licks and then rap about the sh*t
On one of the Mobstaz greastest hits
And when we come to your town(?)then raise it
Find the skunkiest weed you can, roll it up and blaze it
Chorus (2x)

I'm gonna make it through this New World Order if I gotta be rappin' and robbin';
You can't stop the Speedknot from mobbin' and if you try, we squabbin.'
We waitin' for you to fall off the square so you best keep your head up
When these Chi-Town n*ggas roll, cause we don't believe in goin' head up

On a sweet lick for 100's, 50's, and dubs, trigger finger itchy with snubs
Hit me wit' love, black gloves, red eyes, the shiftiest thugs
T-shirt over my face, f*cked up and ready, I c*cked the .380
Got a grip that was steady, adrenaline rushin' for fetty
Wild Irish Rose and Cisco make me rock the tightest flows but tip-toe
Up with the clip slow, gotta find out what yo pockets hit fo'
Cause I ain't that sc*mmy. What the f*ck got him bummy?
Got no time for rockin', choppin' in the car stoppin' with a stack of pack money
But you trustin' me, then I'm cuffin' sh*t, snatch all of your luxury
Try touchin' me, actin' tough as sh*t, my mobstas'll bust for me
f*ckin me'll make me hate you, permanently sedate you;
When the bullet penetrate you, it's goin' straight to your facial, unless we chase you
As we escape (?) by all means necessary
The rest is secondary — goin' for mine til my flesh is buried
The test is scary — for me to survive and hope we still'll be thick
With a trilogy clique for nine-seven Mobstability sh*t

Chorus(2x)
Ha, I just take a pull and inhale
Thinkin about my n*ggas thats locked up in jail
My mind dwells on crime cells, and wipin off nine shells
Only time will tell if we gotta use it
Ain't lookin for static , but if we got into it
We gotta do it, ha, mobster anthem for life