Mobb Up

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