| Zay
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| Mobbin'
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| You claiming HOG wearing MOB gear
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| These are more than fashion logos
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| When you see us know what we’re representing
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| And that’s the Logos
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| Forever mobbin homie we are not a pack of bozos
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| Can’t have a circle looking weird out here
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| That’s the noble
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| Can’t be slacking doing kingdom business
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| That’s immobile
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| Remember that man will on talent
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| God say that’s a no no
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| When it comes to the gospel the impact is global
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| Bring the heat got up to city
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| Like what happened at Chernobyl
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| Bring to the Father to put Christ holy order
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| Upon me
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| Was a zombie
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| Want the living water not talking Dasani
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| Gimme a sword and I say it’s on
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| When it come to this army
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| We going to war but never fold
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| I’m not origami
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| We’ve been given the message to take to the masses
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| So I spend my days in deep meditation and practice
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| Seeking repentance it cleared me from my horrible actions
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| So I’m not a hypocrite as I travel over the atlas
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| It’s the mob nigga
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| It’s more than music it is ministry
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| Started by Sevin if he’s Paul I am Timothy
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| We take the gospel where them Lugers and them hitters be
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| We’re supplying this industry
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| You dying if you fidgety
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| They get to riding
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| If you sliding with the menace beings
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| We ain’t hiding anything
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| He’s bright and what we fitna bring
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| He’s light
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| So if anything think twice
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| Before you get the swing
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| You might even get to me
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| But desire ain’t gone be hid from me
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| My blood brother was a blood
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| Brotha when I was cuz
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| That’s what the neighborhood does
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| They be stay bathing in blood
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| Babies raped in mud
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| Scabies sage and drugs
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| But greater is His love greater is His love
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| And He will return to judge and begin again
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| God man spit fire from the skull just like finish him
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| In the end when they see what we did
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| At a minimum we delivered him
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| And we live in him
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| I guess you call that synonym
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| I gotta be honest
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| You really don’t want these problems
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| Now
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| We suffer in violence
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| The enemy still try to knock us now
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| We more than conquerors
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| There’s no way to conquer us
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| If it ain’t moving it ain’t mobbin
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| We ain’t losin'
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| We stay rockin'
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| Salute to the squadron
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| Hog Mob
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| Life as a razorback
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| Used to hate to rap
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| Now lay a track and watch a gator snap
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| The hood I play Barack
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| Pray for that
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| Christ a life saber where Darth Vader at
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| Throw a white flag
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| It’s too late for that
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| Gorilla with chinchilla demons
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| Are taking that
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| Sin killa in a tent
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| Well I don’t know where brakes is at
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| He has feet ten milla
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| Christ name whole way
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| Jim Dilla
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| CHH fulla Ben Stillers
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| Ministry minded I don’t chase a stack
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| I see ya boots but where your laces at
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| I bring the Son to where the shade is at
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| A pair of clippers runnin fades for that
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| Ghetto Gospel apostle with a face of tats
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| Scottie Pippin
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| Shoot from the pivot
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| The ruger chew through your civic
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| We’re moving your fitted
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| You snooze in a minute
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| You’re new to the scrimmage
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| I’m truly committed
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| Pray for my hood
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| Nigga we proving we live it
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| I gotta be honest
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| You really don’t want these problems
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| Now
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| We suffer in violence
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| The enemy still try to knock us now
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| We more than conquerors
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| There’s no way to conquer us
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| If it ain’t moving it ain’t mobbin
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| We ain’t losin'
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| We stay rockin'
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| Salute to the squadron
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| Yeah Ghetto gospel
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| Bringing His love into where the thugs hang
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| They drug slang and it’s nothing to hear a snub bang
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| I’m from the park homie
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| Better yank me out the blood gang
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| And left his mark on me when He saved me
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| That’s a blood stain
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| On my momma I knew it since elementary
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| The way I’m getting down
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| I’ll get threw in a cell eventually
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| A demon’s spawn I was foolish
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| Thought hell was meant for me
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| But now I’m reading Psalms
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| When I suit up with hella infantry
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| Ahh
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| I seen a rope of sin
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| Strangle a heathen
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| But we invokers bringing hope to men
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| And manglin' demons
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| Baptize em
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| We splash whoever came to receive Him
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| Christ gang put up ya cash
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| Who wanna tangle this evenin'?
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| If you blastin the master you get chastised
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| We leave a serpent slain
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| Wet em with purple rain under black sky
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| I’m from the dark
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| Where life is harder than some crack pipes
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| I’m really out here nigga
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| I don’t rap lies
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| No perpetrating the mission
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| I go berserk over the church or for the sake of the risen |
| They can insert me in the dirt
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| Or through the gate of a prison
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| I’d take a squirter to the face
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| Before I hesitate to say I’m a Christian
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| Yeshua
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| Came as a servant and He died for the lost
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| Paid our debt with His blood
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| He supplied what it cost
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| Showed us the Father
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| We’d rather follow idols that floss
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| Bottom line we are in sin commercializing His cross
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| If the game’s bearing His name
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| Yet full of fame tricks and heretics
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| And it wears it in vain then we are supposed to judge it
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| As far as CHH I hate the culture of it
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| It doesn’t look like Christ I’m not supposed to love it
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| Rough as raw hide
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| Nothing but the cross inside a hog’s eye
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| Fadin' with satan
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| I let my paws fly
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| Touch not thy anointed boy
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| I am God’s guy
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| Ice’ll burn
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| Christ’ll return before the MOB dies
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| I gotta be honest
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| You really don’t want these problems
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| Now
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| We suffer in violence
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| The enemy still try to knock us now
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| We more than conquerors
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| There’s no way to conquer us
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| If it ain’t moving it ain’t mobbin
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| We ain’t losin'
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| We stay rockin'
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| Salute to the squadron |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salute, artist - Şevin. Album song Ghetto Gospel, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп