Mobb Wit Me

Uh uh uh uh..uh uh uh uh uh huh That's right [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Who want to mob wit' me (I do derrty) You want to 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 to ax out The blackout it's too 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 big boss 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 first in Bustin' in I'm the last out [Chorus:] The usual suspect but never seen Like my paper foreever green wit a together team Whatever seems leads to 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 to 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 to 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 for you peasants here (urr) My message here is a must now that I address you queer (urr) [Chorus:] Once I weighed the beats Behave the streets Pave the week With heat seven days a week Plays in sheet Grenade ya peeps invade ya cheats Bitches want to blood bath so I bathe the freaks Save ya grief, yo make up, I made ya meat You made the beef, I ate the beef Knock out ya fronts ta where they have to tape ya teeth Replace ya teeth You too soft ain't no way that you can face the street I lace the beat Track runner 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 'cause you goin see me throw up some shit Pull it out and slug up some shit Tore up and spit clips to them peoples come in and show up wit shit [Chorus:] Uh huh that's just to let you know when you mob wit me Don't ask no questions 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