Mobbin' (Gang Affiliated)

Let me start wit my intro

A young brother from south central

Snatched outta gangs, let me brak you off my info

A young criminal got in contact wit the spiritual

A couple of years ago, but you don't hear me though

Christ came alive and the old me got smoked

He broke all the yokes, and I'm still loc

I know it's tricky seein a christian bell in dickie's

But I never stop bangin

Just changed my gang and

I gotta stomp in my gangsta boots

Cause the boys in the hood wouldn't hear me in a silk suit

No lights, no cameras, just gimme some action wit a fat groove

While solo creeps like a thief on a jack move

What's the information on my gang affiliation?

My bible's in my waist and

It's no colors on a brother cause my rag's gone

But I'm still loc so I gotta get my sag on

Don't trip when you see me in a pulpit

It's like I'm strapped wit a mac and a full clip

I pull quick when god anoints

And if my bible's a gun, you catchin verses like a hollow point

Mr. Solo's in the house wit the gangsta walk

That's how the gangstas stalk, tizzalkin gangsta talk

Cause as a youngsta in la bein bought up

Doin anything thought up, cause I was caught up

Like the rapture, note that my mind was fractured

Cause the system and the ways of my neighborhood was backwards

They called me cool when I blasted a 380

Then Jesus saved me, now they call me crazy

But I'm smarter, I comes a little harder

Pack a.9 for those thinkin of makin me a martyr

Me wrestle gainst the flesh, I'm not sayin that

But runnin up on me, devil I ain't playin that

[Huh] you heard about my crew and tryed to clown

But forget the tape I'm in yo face

So now what, I'm mobbin

Mobbin wit the gangstas

So what now, do you need chille chill to show you how

Wit my buck, bing, rat a tat, pow style

I got a bone to pick, and it's on like this

Cause when I spit, it's like a brick and I'll stone ya quick

I gets illa could you feel a ex-drug deala

I spray the word on belzabub like it's bug killa

I thought you knew to respect my crew

Ya should've known, you was comin short tryin to check this true

I thought I had to pack when I heard ya rap

But the gangsta brings the gospel so the word's my strap

I pray day and night when I'm in the cut

But I'm sick of brothers frontin tryin to hit me up

No fear here loc, so come real wit me

Cause even if I was a trip, ya couldn't deal wit me

[So, come chill wit me] chille chill is steady chillin

Fulfilling god's will and like a florida orange cap, I'm steady peelin

Wit the word that you heard, my bible's like a mausberg

And by the damage that occured by the lost g

Now true to the cross g, I once was a lost nut

But now I'm just a found nut

So now what, I'm mobbin

Tik tokk is on a creep so peep how I roll

Not for ya lac or ya snaps but fo yo soul

I flow it well, cast out devils when I show and tell

I plead the blood, it never fails, devil go to hell

Day and night I'm in this gangsta life

I got courted on wit christ now it's on, on sight

Tik tokk is my name and my claim to fame

Livin holy is a change but I'm still the same

I'm a young g followin my o.g.

The father, spirit, son, plus me so we 4 deep

It's the maniac, psycho, lunatic, loco

Filled wit truth, so peep game on my vocals

I got the devil in a chokehold

From all night prayer and I didn't have to pop no do's

I'm not a wimp, you'll never catch me slip

Cause I walls by faith wit a gangsta limp

So don't attack man, cause I pack man, stomp and chomp em

Gotta promote cause I'm from compton

Ready to smack up, beat the track up

And for those who wanna act up

In Jesus name you better back up while the gangsta bring the gospel to the funk groove

I can't turn my back on christ, that's a punk move (ooooh)

I gots to come at y'all real

I couldn't compromise and tell you lies for a record deal

Now I tour the world without the girls and they tails out

We still clockin g's and we didn't have to sell out

And just like tupac, you can't juice me for my louie or my gucci

You never can catch me smoochie coochie

I don't touch none of these hoochies

I know it's kinda hard to bear this

But the girls on my back and on my jock is on my prayer list

So don't thrust wit ya lust and a smile wit ya foul butt

You'll catch a shank to the gut, I'm out the cut

My crew is straight mobbin