Mobstas Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

Mobstas Lyrics

    I dreamed that i was at a club scene where all the thugs be
    Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck g?
    That must be bugsy, in the black tux over there with lucky
    Bring my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
    Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
    I felt a hand tug me then turnin around i peeped the lovely
    Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
    "compliments of bugsy," then took me across the persian rug to plug me
    He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
    But he dug me, pockets chubby said, "nino where them drugs be?"
    Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
    To keep my paper sturdy, yo word g
    I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
    I be d and fuck all that living thirsty, so nino
    Do his out in jersey, showin no mercy, with frank nitty
    Who else and, some nigga with a babyface that they called nelson
    Bad for your health, machine gun kell' and your dillinger
    Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder
    Look for my army, fatigues to giorgio armani's
    Holdin the tommy, no one can harm me; will and tommy
    Tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami
    Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
    With bugs mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
    Over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
    At the train po' in santo domingo, left him for dead
    Two bullets in his tango, like how that movie shane go
    Frank costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow
    But most of the niggaz on his team was yellow
    Cold blooded veins flowin with red jell-o
    There's joe adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
    To put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the pocahontas
    Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
    Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
    Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no
    To veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo
    Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go
    Without ever lettin the whole police force know
    Lex diamond was scheamin on capone's scroll
    Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out
    They shot him at a pay phone
    With the big chrome, his whole wig blown
    Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones
    At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc
    Family got hit up with automatics
    Non-stop static inside the rackets
    Jack mcgern was burnin split joe adonis cabbage
    The underworld was goin savage
    Pretty boy floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
    With the infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
    Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers
    Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to goodfellas
    Me and nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
    We drove all over, i pushed a shiny yellow testarossa
    Moved on it closer get the toaster
    Started to feel like death was closer, i hit capone hard
    Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur
    Beef over, i blew him like a supernova
    Niggaz nicknamed me, the black cobra
    The lady casanova, yo i'm even deadly when i'm sober
    Act like you got a chip on your shoulder
    And blast the two right through your boulder
    Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya
    Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the folgers
    Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor
    Operations from here to minnesota to dakota
    But yo here comes greasy thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
    He whispered in my eardrum
    "let's take over the entire city, and split the dough
    Me you and frank nitty and siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
    No doubt before we go we gotta murder john torre
    Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo

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