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Utwór: My gats spittin

  • wykonawca: Mobb Deep
  • wyświetleń: 484


     [Verse One: Havoc]
  Is it real like niggaz claimin', "stay to this"
  Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this
  Hear them one good time, is he faking kid?
  Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad
  Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube
  a million dollars won't even put my feet in his shoes (check it out)
  Niggaz lose they life, hear as nature
  and niggaz die when...tryin', I'm gangsta, niggaz
  Straight pussy, I can smell that shit
  There's only one way that I can duse that shit
  Slugs comin' through, better move that shit
  He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that shit
  Them QB niggaz, too grimey for y'all
  We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song
  The 41st Side, and that love go long
  Niggaz screamin' out, "dunn"
  and we put y'all on...
  
  Chorus: Havoc (2x)
  
  So fuck y'all niggaz
  Buck y'all niggaz
  Ain't no way you can touch my niggaz
  Try my nigga
  Die my nigga
  All y'all niggaz...my gats spittin'
  
  [Verse Two: Infamous Mobb]
  Aiyo
  You feel my niggaz when we come through, thuggin' it
  You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government
  I'm 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly
  You fuckin' with veterans who's better than us,
  The In-fa-mous,
  We crush crab niggaz to dust and sweep-o-mop
  When the heat raise up,
  ain't no ifs, ands, or buts
  The most scandalous, make your blood rush
  through your body like it ain't never did before
  We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all
  My spirit is torn
  My guns is long
  My team is strong
  We king kong niggaz when the heat is on
  And no matter if I'm wrong or right,
  believe me, I'm right
  If anything else, nigga prepare to fight
  like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up
  or, buckle up and get shot the fuck down
  'cause we got 4 pounds that don't make no sounds
  Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy
  Believe me, it's far from what you see on tv,
  It's real life drama, you wouldn't want to be me...
  
  Chorus: Havoc (2x)
  
  So fuck y'all niggaz
  Buck y'all niggaz
  Ain't no way you can touch my niggaz
  Try my nigga
  Die my nigga
  All y'all niggaz...my gats spittin'
  
  [Verse Three: Prodigy]
  Aiyo,
  There aint no niggaz on the face of the map, fuckin' with this
  Infamous, y'all, that dominant mall
  Just park your attention on my dogs, it's us
  We the ones with that dope shit,
  that cold crush
  We burn 'em up, turn it up, it's on
  We gonna do it 'til it death us, fuck yo' thoughts
  Niggaz be plottin' to dead us, they move in veine
  Get they head bust open, it's not a thing
  So rap fo' these niggaz
  My team is tough
  It's not a game, motherfucka
  We cleanin' up
  Gettin' that money, motherfucka
  You king or what
  We use your head, dunn, it's right there
  Get you some
  You lack strength, motherfucka
  Better get you some
  For's me, I'm more than a family, dunn
  and we handles our business
  and continue to bang
  and chump niggaz
  Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer
  
  Chorus: Havoc (2x)
  
  So fuck y'all niggaz
  Buck y'all niggaz
  Ain't no way you can touch my niggaz
  Try my nigga
  Die my nigga
  All y'all niggaz...my gats spittin'

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