Mobbin' Through My Hood - Tru, King George, Silkk The Shocker

Mobb’n Thru Da Hood, 6 Deep, Hoo Ridin' Up To No Good

Rollin thru Richmond in my six-fo'

clockin the cash, rollin them Vogues

Called Master P to get tha scoop

Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu

I ain’t goin back to tha staff of chief

I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets

Watch how I mash on this white chump

front back side 2 side on a speed bump

I say,"gotta come n get me."with a 350

Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy

Straight to the highway, straight to the biway

Six deep in the car goin sideways

I wanna mobb thru my hood, but I’m feelin kinda tipsy

I see my future as a gypsy

I see tha picture but it aint all clear

but I know one thing, I’m not supposed to be here

Tha phone rang, collect call from the city

Seems C-Murder told me to come get him, so you know I had to floss

almost got shortstopped by a cop, so I had to hide my glock

Pull down my beanie, so he can’t see me, disappear like a genie

Cuz it’s a everyday thangs where I hangs

at the Rich where I livez, at tha place where I slangs

at Mobb’n Thru tha East Bay, each day

R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D, to tha CA

where tha playaz be hangin,

but I can’t ride slow cuz my hood

aint 9−0-2, 1 to tha 0.

And I be puttin in work, Mobb’n Thru Da Hood,

have my deez spinnin like the earth

Comin up in the Rich', rollin up through the darkness

grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless

Ease on down tha yellow brick road

I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload

Cause all that they got luv for me Cash is more important than the RICM’s

Now as I flex and floss floss it and flex it Big Ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection

Let’s see where your heart is at but mine is in right exact tha G-Spot

Cause I got the click that fools can’t get

But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness

My team is Cali C, that makes it quick to handle my business

If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see

C-Murder Mobb’n thru da hood, a young G like me ballin

Top down, I can hear them hoochies callin

Wanna get with me, wanna do me but I ain’t trippin so fire up the doobie

I thank god, I’m not in a casket

Just the other day, another brother got blasted

Comin up, tryna get bigger

but I ain’t goin down, like Mary J, I get richer

Master P Ya, Master P, that TRU click

No Limit Records, Mobb’n Thru Da Hood

like that 500 SCL

Watch them vogue tires smoke fool…