Gangsta P - Straight Mobbin' lyrics

[Gangsta P] Check this, grabbing my gat, strapped with an AK-47, me Seag, Vell Straight mobbing, sending s**ers to hell On our way to funk, vest strapped to my chest In case a bullet hits my chest So I can bounce right back to tax and wax... The punks and show Gangsta P can flow and go Rambo... As a k**a on a realla and to the Feds I only speak the no-no Cause I ain't the one to be bumbing my gums to the white one I'm only down for dressing up in black Make the hit as I get paid doing my thang Me, Seag, Vell and El straight mobbin... [Seagram] n***as talking that sh** need to like quit Before a n***a go on a warpath and hit... Like an avalanche, stepping with Gangsta Pat Vell got a gat with a stack of new jacks... And learners, I got my burners And I'm ready to ride thinking about my partners who died Madder than a damn psycho, no mercy tonight, bro Got Hennessy, not sipping but down in it for clowning The streets are alive, they don't sleep, me and Pat ready to creep... To play a fool like Crocket and catch a s**a outta pocket Send his a** to the morgue cause the mob has scored Fool, it's not over yet, Seag causing rap threats Starving for funk, Seag's no punk, bodies in the trunk Talking that talk, I tell Pat something: take the bodies and dump'em You know the gangsta source, on their moma's porch You know, homie, thus rap is for gangstas only (White folks trying to get up on the convo) But it ain't happening tho' Coming to my door with an indictment, starting a riot But I ain't going out like that I'm dying hard like I said in my first rap Call me a menace, just wait till I'm finished I'll take you on a tour of the ghetto, the black sewer Blacks living like peasants, project tenants, African descendents Mothers on welfare, no child care Never heard of a 9 to 5 so Seag strives But back to the mob sh**, making for sure hits Bullets spraying, you can't dodge them Me and Pat straight mobbin...