Twista - I Am Such A Mobsta lyrics

[Chorus:] I am such a Mobsta The Bible says "Ye shall prosper" I am such a Mobsta The Bible says "Ye shall prosper" So come and bow down to royalty Kiss both of my cheeks to show loyalty The flow is ceremonial, the style of rituals so be cordial And please act accordingly This ain't a legend or folklore Chi-raq violence is real, not a Cold War But in the streets call it coke wars And do not open your mouth unless you spoke for Please Father forgive me I had to give him two to the kidney Didn't know that I was nice Any night I perform like Rice - Jerry, Sidney Ray too, hangin out with Windy City gratefuls In the back of the club we play pool Only real n***az cause they cool And who did bids and didn't snitch and stayed true But now-a-days family come first Shorties out here is gettin k**ed over turf Well if the meek shall inherit the earth Tell me why I gotta know what a hundred bricks is worth? ...Ah, flow so gorgeous The coldest to ever touch a cordless I'm on the streets Forbes List And with the rhymes I'm divine like Osiris, Horace It's a clash of the titans Warriors on the street blastin and fightin Seen it all, been a part of it all Don't get it twisted if I'm on a different path when I'm writin [Chorus - first 1/2] Blowin loud by the quarter Conversations about what's up with a porter We can sit down at the table, but first You gotta kiss the pinky ring, it's according to the order My n***az show me how much to cut it with And what to do when the kitchen was the workplace Bring the pot over the stove to a boil Comin out the crib smellin like burnt paste As the Lord is my witness I done seen so many end up on the hitlist Shootin the car 'til it slow down And now I see nothin but lifeless, stiffness, hit this Three-eighty in the headset Bricks in the dashboard and the door panels Give me the ball n***a, hand check n***az can't ball cause they got poor handles So with a wave of the hand I'ma gang green if I offer them work Create a chain of command Don't try to talk to me unless you talk to him first ...In God we trust And it ain't another Mob like us Pocket full of eightballs on the bus To undercovers I say what's up in the truck Whole team full of bravado Gettin money since n***az that wore Movado Rollin in a Cadillac El Dorado Bubble Lexus or the all-black Tahoe Why? [Chorus]