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- Chris Ward - Mobb Up Lyrics
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- (*talking*)
- I'm in here, with that Chris Ward
- Tell them bootleggeres nigga
- [Chris Ward]
- 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz, 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
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