Chingy

Chingy - Mobb Wit Me lyrics

Uh uh uh uh..uh uh uh uh uh huh

That's Right

Who wanna Mob wit me (I do derrty)

You wanna Mob wit me (Yes I do derrty)

It's all you what you see (I know what)

Ain't no playin in these streets

I'ma slide in and Slide out her

Big Work is what I hide in my house

For the hate ammunition make em hide out

Leave ya head like a highway wide out

Flat out once the cat out Gats out

Bring Forearms and bats out Chainsaws 2 ax out

The Blackout-It's 2 white but need a Black house

Got a rat spouse who act out overcracked out

Gotta access with the back out on a back route

To send shots at that house

Rats snitch so I trap mouse

Need a hit bigboss man Chingy who they ask bout

Up and on ya can is blast out

Smashed out

Eyes red once the hash out

Every check gotta get cashed out

Trips for my people on the 1st in

Bustin in I'm the last out

The usual suspect but never seen

Like my paper foreever green wit a 2gether team

Whatever seems leads 2 better cream

Better bring them Beredda things

Like it rain in the dark-I wet a team

My level's mean instead of lean (lean)

Or here the face of this earth bout 2 let a Stream

Last night I seen Jesus face the Earth and shed a turr (tear)

Will I make it or be dead this yurr (year)

Nah I be glossin on them shiny feet like a Pedicurr (cure)

Posted up in a Tactic like Metal Gear

The rose petal's here (uh)

You from the concrete cracks never met a Fear (urr)

Just a metaphor 2 better your head'll blurr

Instead of blurr let it clurr how stress is and let it cure (urr)

Haters hate it hurr slap you like hunters at a duur (eer)

This present year not 4 you peasants here (urr)

My message here is a must now that I address you queer (urr)

Once I weighed the beats

Behave the streets

Pave the week

with heat 7 days a week

Plays in sheet

Grenade ya peeps-Invade ya cheats

Bitches wanna blood bath so I bathe the freaks

Save ya greif-Yo make up I made ya meat

You made the beef-I ate the beef

Knock out ya fronts ta where they have 2 tape ya teeth

Replace ya teeth

you 2 soft ain't no way that you can face the street

I lace the beat

Trackrunner feds can't trace my feet

or replace my bars in a place wit bars

Speedy racer won't cha race these cars

Make me large take charge and say we stars

Don't play we are Make Me War

Go crazy and blow up some shit

Rep yo hood cuz you goin see me throw up some shit

Pull it out and slug up some shit

Tore up and spit clips 2 them peoples come in and show up wit shit

Uh huh That's just 2 let you know when you mob wit me

Don't ask no ?'s if you goin roll then roll

If you not goin roll then I'm goin roll right over

Mobb Wit Me Who

The West side goin mob wit me

The North side goin mob wit me

The East side goin mob wit me

Down South goin mob wit me

Nationwide Worldwide

Mob wit ya boi Chingy

Ain't no playin in the streets

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