Mobb Up - Chris Ward

I’m in here, with that Chris Ward

Tell them bootleggeres nigga

It’s the millimeter heater squirter, bootlegging hurter

Fucking with mine’s, it’s gon be a bootlegging murder

And trust me, you don’t want me to take it no further

Get two niggas named Two, and Young Boo off Alberta

We’ll run through your playing fields, and tear your turf up

Rattle the world beneath ya, and fuck your earth up

You ain’t know I got niggas on both sides, when it’s time

That’ll mask up rip through, and shut this bitch down

As soon as they catch you slipping, they gon pop the clip in

Slide by ride high, and straight up start tripping

And go to dumping on boys, if that ain’t vacate shit

And jumping on boys, and stomping on boys

See, you ain’t have no business

Fucking with us, cause we are big business

Fleeing the murder scene, leaving no witness

Have a taper saying, you ain’t hell or what the hell is this

So when you burn our disc, learn our shit

So that when you bootlegging, nigga it’s at your own risk

And this the part I usually hate, I gotta teach

Can’t steal it cause it’s too real, and not in your reach

You crash dummies couldn’t fade me, with a bottle of bleach

Maybe at the laundromat, but not in these streets cause

(*scratching*)

(*talking*)

That’s why they bootlegging us, they can’t do it like that mayn

Bitch ass niggas, drop a crumb up on a dollar or two yeah

Get your own nigga, can’t do it like this can’t be faded nigga