Lyrics:
Aight, cool
You know the rules
Linen an jewels
But you can catch me in a Lex side lined by the pool
The Mobb kind wit' no care for the vice
My crew
us
Daz Dillinger, he drink wit us
(We're not done!)
Uh, I like it like this
If you over 21 show me that band on yo' wrist
Cause that band
but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius
Yo, however do u want, however do you need P
My Mobb bring it back to life
Back to reality
You walk a fine line playin' wit mine
The greatest story
Right back at cha!
Uh, 3 Times!
Let these fools know they fuckin' wit' Mobb Life!
You know, BA, Mr Kamakazie
Keek Da Sneak, Sneaky One
Ager Man,
Caulkin' my shit
Who you think you fuckin' wit?
I said recognize the mutha fuckin' Mobb hoe
I don't know nothin', juss' heard poppin' by the door
Who
types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-why-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get
Niggas think they saucy dis Butta ( ha ) , imaginee me cuffing a bitch ion luv her
When I can pass that hoe too my brother
DDB I came from
listen to me
Young thug this is some advice
You do a snake you be payin' the price
Catch you at the dice game
Blow you out the frame
Crack cheater,
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down
And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these Guns of Navarrone,
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down
And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these Guns of Navarrone,
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down
And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these Guns of Navarrone,
mistaken it
I'ma chill dude with 9 iron not talk artillery
On golf course wit the mobb deep
We coming wit victory
Not fam money or the business please hit me
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
Money, cars, drugs, hoes, (each is repeated)
Label me a drug deala fo skrill that's the way it goes
I got yo punk ass yellin' ah!!
Wit a phat ass
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
competition I keep em stressin
Just like a text im sendin a message
Most rappers dont wanna be in my presence
Cuz they cant fuck wit me and they feel threatened
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it,
the pain, adopted by guerrillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit skin and scars from brawls
Got a buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for
adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
and Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
And Mobb Deep, I thought my whole crew was Mobb Deep
You saw me, kickin it back, sipping it back
Its only juice
But I pretend it
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
not while I'm walkin' and rappin'
Heard of some niggas on the other side
Of town who wanna ride wit' me
(Throw ya hands up, hands up)
They can't hide,
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