Artist: Chris Ward Album: Veteran Rookie Song: Mobb Up Typed by: Lil Hustle (*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