Gospel Gangstaz - Mobbin' (Gang Affiliated) lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Solo] 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 [Chorus:] Mobbin wit the gangstas [x4] [Verse 2: Chille Chill] 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 k**a 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 [Chorus x4] [Verse 3: Tik Tokk] 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 [Mr. Solo:] 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 2Pac, 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 bu*t You'll catch a shank to the gut, I'm out the cut My crew is straight mobbin [Chorus x12]