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Mobb Deep - Real N***az lyrics
[Intro Havoc] Yeah y'all know what it is Infamous has just entered the building Yeah, yeah mama Keep doing that just like that I like that But you got one problem You hanging with some real clowns over there They some real clown killers Shooting off in the air like that aye yo son where my real thugs n' them at [chorus x2] If you live nigga then you bussing your hammer All my real niggaz not having to stand up Niggaz better run or you'll be picking your man up Clapping at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs [Havoc] One hammer two hammer three hammers four H got drama with you I'm bringing it to your door We get money on tours cuffin them broads While we slutting them all then passing them off Peeling off in that Bentley coupe Got ma wetting them draws You know I keeps them in that birthday suit She know once that she up in that ride And we get pulled The hammers going in between her thighs Need a chick got to explain a thing She hip to it the games in her blood And down for the grind Till the death rep M.O.B.B You a problem with it then you know where to reach me I give them the business No mirrors or smoke screens Either you live it you live it Or you just fronting This rap shit for life P thats my Co-D We go back like staircases and O.E. Stop playing [chorus x2] [Prodigy] Nigga you thought wrong Now look at you now Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce But you was just hollering about Infamous this infamous that Your mouth was going off Meanwhile we counts money piles Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore But we prefer plastic now Its nothing like when its your tour stacking cash on the floor saran wrap to the top jumpoffs wont fall down Its not my cash your bitch love Its how I kill it on the song And she get a taste of the dick She open now Its shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought I got alot of gall Thats what the bitch haal While I'm leaving her sight my heart is real cold Real hard on a hoe But much much harder for the dough It be a bloody slaughter when we through [chorus x2] [Havoc] So don't get mad because your hoe probably sucking the kid Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live Teach her all about life And the bees and birds And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs And how I stick, and move all you see is a blur Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir And cant nobody squash this beef YOu get it on with us then you up shits creek Queens clique [Prodigy] Dont have me putting these bullets all in your ass Your era is done and your time is passed We better and these is the simple facts You real rusty My niggaz is built to last And its on We running around with our guns Jewelery fit for pharaohs Around our necks dun In o four our thuns get the o six trucks O lord there is no saving us. [chorus x2] |
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