Lyrics:
run more than ten deep
Niggas be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get wit' it
Peep that
run more than ten deep
Niggas be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get wit' it
Peep that
Hawk
Boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin
Thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that
Gone try to take mine bullet holes on ya chest
On you,
You was talking that shit at the back now I’m in ya face what you wanna do,
What’s up,
And if you
with the cowboy brand
Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this
an MC
I got a black ski mask but I don't ski
And if you diss Wiley or Jme
I will come to your set like
What soundboy, who is it? Who is it?
Everybody get
play wit' they nose
If ya like, she blow in ya butt
Eat ya dick and then lick ya nuts
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I'd still be drivin' this shit
Makin'
much I really do
[S.J.:] Do love you
[Twista:] Love you, cause you got my back
And you give me that scratch, and ya throat go deep
[Verse 2: N.A.R.D.S]
diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out the gutter
For underestimating as I'm
with the cowboy brand
Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this
Big man from the 244,
Roll deep with the boys in a 4 by 4,
You’re dumb if ya come for war,
Whole fleet show up on your front door for sure,
mine
Three crimes, four crimes, I go to war fa mine
Nigga, if you cross da line, I'll hit you at da borderline
How much do you want?
(Ameno Asid)
Son,
up
Just throw ya hands up
(Nigga don't want nothing
He got a little trick to listen) get 'em up
Last year mothafuckas tried to bury me deep
I had
joke
Eny3 trapping aa we quashing
We stay clean yab) atoso
Wo snitch aa i'm smashing
Bitch ass nigga's snitch pretend
Oneside na y3 hy3 at the pop
Deep
real deep through the depths ov my mined
lord knowz what il fined when i reach
coz i got so much to say in,so little time in such a short space i got
up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
Cause you and I got to do for
up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for
on
Yea, I'm deep with the gang and we getting litty
Don't fuck with the Niners we keep a fifty
If we talkin bout cash then I got plenty come get with me
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
And I'm somethin' like AI, 'cause if they try
Go and lock any door, man, I got the key (The Answer)
Took all my burdens and gave 'em to God (I did)
He
diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin' as I'm
the morning ‘fore ya get out and go
I got the kinda stick to make ya stop her at the door
Like one mo gin before ya leave getchu one mo in
Now that’s a queen
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
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