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Mobb Deep - Throw Your Hands (In the Air) lyrics
Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh Just throw your hands in the air Yeah.. Yo [Havoc] I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear its crystal I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through I don't kill you thats what it'll do Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love Often above them cowards and them so called thugs When we come through respect is there, cause we demand it Know the mobb is in the building, we officially landed Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't stand us Try to raid us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin' cuz it might be a chance that it won't pop off If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin' it on You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off This southern cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross [Chorus] So if you goin' thru it but you won't let it hold you down (Just throw up your hands) C'mon ma We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans [Prodigy] Theres only few things i die for Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for we don't take time off, we take rhymes off Come with somethin better than that, to blow your mind more Gettin our shine on... I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb Rain on your parade and you can thank god Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin' Really it wasnt called for, and you don't want it to call for it, don't play my gun, it go off Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas Out there like the concord I show you how to get murdered, and the cops never catch on I show you how to do songs, then after than show you how to do them contracts and get yours [Chorus 2x] [Havoc] We ain't finished yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon You know that thing in the stash box Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt, you know we gon lock ass Inevitable, can't control them slugs Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs Flood the block with nothin but that gangsta shit Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch. [Prodigy] It's plain to see, that you could never snake me I never let the grass grow past my Nikes Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick outside with thermo shirts underneath tees I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people Try and contest Mobb Deep Uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon [Chorus] Yeah M-O-B-B Baby (Just throw up your hands) 0-4.. Kanye Flip it out my nigga. |
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