Sinister – Mobbin 4 Life was one of the most overlooked gangsta rap albums from 1994 out of Los Angeles, California. This album is basically the soundtrack of gangsta rap for Los Angeles during the 1990s. Preferably the South Central area. The album has songs that tell the tales of dark grim street life. Sadly this album got overlooked due to the popularity of Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. Sinister being signed to the same distributor and record label as they are/were did not help.
Ya Get Mobbed On explains how Sinister robs people using guns. Sinister was known for mobbing on people in the South Central area. He was a crazy motherfucker with a gun in his younger days. This is one crazy gangsta rap track.
You are getting mobbed on by a crazy motherfucker with a gun! That crazy motherfucker with a gun is Sinister. Sinister claimed the 88th Street and 89th Street cliques that fell under Neighborhood Family Bloods/Neighborhood Family Swan Bloods (NHFB). The 88 Mobsters were a rap group from 88th Street that Sinister was also a part of. He was puttin’ 88th Street to South Central on the motherfuckin’ map.
He is glad to know you but he will be quick to rob you. Sinister is always strapped with a tech or a mac in case a nigga ties to trip or get caught slipping off guard. Sinister was never was to be a gentlemen. All he wears is khaki suites and Pendleton’s. Sinister doesn’t like to fuck around because when some punk fools flex, he likes to buck em down to the ground with the sounds of his mac-10. He’s got the infrared beam straight locked in.
Double 8 Street Mobsters are peelin’ niggas domes because the Mob Gang is Stone Gon’. Evil got the pump incase shit pops. Bass layin’ in the cut with the .40 Glock ready to dump on you punk ass niggas. Mobbin’ all in ya face. Fuck the rest. Sinister was a mobster and was known as the South Central Grim Reaper.
Life of a Sinner was a gangsta rap song which described the lifestyle of an inner city gangster (gangsta) from Los Angeles, California. Life of a Sinner described the every day life of an inner city gangster as well as chronicling Sinister’s daily life. The song is gangsta rap at its finest and is one of the best songs on the album. The bells make the song sound harmonious and mournful at the same time. That is how those bells evoke such raw emotion.
Waking up was the first task of the day. Getting up from bed is difficult. This leaves Sinister in a bad mood, knowing he lives a risky lifestyle. He doesn’t know why but he just feels this way. Because the life that he leads is treacherous.
He thinks he’ll go out and jack for a Lexus or something today. Maybe do a little bumpin. Or go out and kick it at a party that’s jumpin. Naw, fuck it. He decides instead to get a fat sack of that chronic and kick it with the homie Fat Rat.
Now Sinister is on a mission for a sack of pot. He hopped in his Regal and headed for the bus spot where the bus stop was. From there he went to a house that looked like it was damn near vacant with no occupants and bought a sack from the Jamaicans. Now he is ready to get high and get some vapors. Next he stopped at the liquor store where he bought some papers. Zig-Zags baby nothing but the best. Any other kind of papers who’s made for smokin stress. Next he scooped up Fat Rat and fired up a dub sack. The window was rolled up so he can get a contact. Sinister had the Regal straight servin. The chronic in the atmosphere had him buzzin. The chronic and the atmosphere had him buzzin too.
Sinister is feelin pretty good because that weed was some proper shit. Next he humped in a backer corner and bumped a proper bitch. Sinister got the bitches (women) in his neighbourhood straight sewed up. Sinister bumped a bitch named Rochelle. She wanted to get him some pussy because she was in love with his ponytails. But that’s not the only thing she’s sees in him. Bitches ain’t got no choice but to love a muthafuckin G. They hooked up to go out on a date later that day.
And it was time for him to go jacking for some paper (money). He got a victim in sight. Sinister will take rob the victim, take their money, and earn his gang stripe that will build and solidify his reputation within his 89th Street Neighborhood Family Swan Bloods gang. That is how Sinister will kill an unfortunate victim. This is a day in the life of a sinner. Sinister is living the life of a sinner.
Sinister really doesn’t try to commit any sins. He just wants have a good time with his friends and socialize. But sometimes it doesn’t work right because some crazy shit happens almost every night given the neighborhood area where he is from. It might have to be a throw down or show down. Sinister will be on your ass just like a bloodhound. But then again it might be another dope raid. Or maybe a couple of niggas that got they ass sprayed. But whatever it is, you bet your sweet ass that Sinister is down for it. He will be quick to pull a strap on your ass for whatever kinda shit that kicks off. Anything from 187’s (murder) to 211’s (robbery). As a sucker punk jumps selling crack cocaine on the corner. He’s not from the hood (89th Street Neighborhood). So his money is a goner. If anyone from outside his neighborhood is trying to sell crack in his neighborhood they are going to get run up on and shot up bad. Muthafucka you’re gettin jacked.
Land of the Living Dead is one of the more morbid grim songs on the album which described the grim realities of street life of South Central Los Angeles back in the 1990’s. Back in the 1990’s, South Central was like a war zone. Sinister raps about the dangers that plagued South Central during that time period. Livin’ in L.A. is living on the edge because nobody’s safe in the land of the living dead. Nobody’s safe in the land of the living dead.
Sinister doesn’t worship the devil. The devil worships Sinister. Sinister got arrested for sinning. So he entered a guilty plea. They said he represented too much danger. So they sentenced him to death and gave him the gas chamber. It must be crazy. He is high off dope. Giving Sinister the gas chamber is nothing but a joke. So he cleared his throat, laughed, and then he said, “How in the fuck you gone kill me when I’m already dead?” He is a walking corpse that criminally insane. He’ll peel your cap and then he’ll eat your brains. Sinister was born to kill because he is ruthless and crazy. They sent him to hell and the devil couldn’t fade him nor faze him.
Where Sinister comes from, you gotta be on guard. South Central L.A. is a god damn graveyard. It’s sort of like entering the twilight zone. The street sign on the corner is nothing but a tombstone marking the place where you’ll die real slow. Livin’ in L.A. is living on the edge because nobody’s safe in the land of the living dead.
He just ran into a nigga (person) he killed 3 years ago. He drew down, squeezed the trigger, and smoked him again.
It’s too late to try to be his friend. Money comes last and murder come first. His bed is a casket and his car is a hearse.
It’s the dead zone. Everything’s scary because strange things happen when you live in the cemetery. One minute you’re strong as a ox and then the next thing you know you’re stiff as a rock. Dead as a doorknob. Finished and done for. But there’s always room in the graveyard for one more. And when you’re buried, he won’t show remorse.
He’ll dig your coffin out the grave and beat the shit out your corpse because he is a nightmare and a killa outta that is control. Fuck with Sinister and heads will roll. You don’t believe Sinister? Well, how much you wanna bet? You’d be better off playing a game of Russian roulette.
Some people say that only the strong can survive. But even the strong have a hard time stayin’ alive. In South Central, death stalks the night. Don’t be surprised if you see somebody hangin’ from the streetlights. Niggas walk around with arms, legs and heads missin’. Half-dead with their brains hangin’ out. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Heart full of maggots. Face full of puss. If you’re alive don’t let it go to your head because death comes quick in the land of the living dead. That’s what life on the East Side and South Central is all about.
Sinister says some of the most morbid yet quotable lyrics in this song.
I don’t worship the devil, the devil worship me
I got arrested for sinnin’, so I entered a guilty plea
Givin’ me the gas chamber is nothin’ but a joke
So I cleared my throat, laughed then I said
How in the fuck you gone kill me when I’m already dead?
The street sign on the corner is nothin’ but a tombstone
Markin’ the place where you’ll die real slow
My bed is a casket, my car is a hearse
Livin’ in L.A. is livin’ on the edge because
Nobody’s safe in the land of the living dead
It’s the dead zone, everything’s scary because
Strange things happen when you live in the cemetery
One minute you’re strong as a ox
Then the next thing you know you’re stiff as a rock
Dead as a doorknob, finished, done for
Money come last, murder come first
My bed is a casket, my car is a hearse
Livin’ in L.A. is livin’ on the edge because
Nobody’s safe in the land of the living dead
If you’re alive don’t let it go to your head
Because death come quick in the land of the living dead
In South Central, death stalks the night
Don’t be surprised if you see somebody hangin’ from the streetlights
I rate this album 5/5*!!
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