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Mobb Deep - Can't Fuck Wit lyrics
featuring Raekwon [Intro: Havoc (Prodigy)] Yeah... yeah... yeah (Let it go... let it go) Yo that's right (uh huh uh huh uh huh) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (That's right) Oh yeah (Check it out tell 'em dunn) Oh... [Chorus x2: Havoc] Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh) Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh) Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal [Havoc] Yo, if I sat at wrote a verse for all the niggaz I hated Most definately, if not you, kill somebody belated Sound foul with a subject, dunn, no women or kids Dump you up under a bridge in a cardboard box I'm like nothin to do wit it, believe it or not I'm washin my hands to get bent with Henney or rock Up in the rep bangin my chest off, pealin my socks Niggaz do it to death, I sleep with my 6 cocked Like Henney rock, one sip, ya love it a lot While you sleepin, I'm creapin wit the intricate plot Cuz picture me up in the morgue, way before my time Picture you tryin to get my while I'm still tryin to get mines Asshole, have ya brain lookin like Castro Dunn, I heard you wanted me (be careful what you ask for) Bitch, if I buck you, damn Short snitched The nigga just mad cuz he can't cop crisp [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] I observe the dread, winter time, big shot in my leg Blood barrels, a big thick Benneton keg Razor glass full, salute all teflon, shoot wit the left arm We sleepin wit nukes, the blood is shed warm High-voltage guns, nuns wit jums in the gums Razors, lazers, bulletproof blazers Yo, remind what the team chanted They bought the jewel from a don wit a king-sized hat on, slanted Kangol wit Bentol, ya mental, mid-war Spill Hen' in the store, that's for the own' Blaze wit a bent 4, yo these laws is your's When we pour gasoline all in ya pours and draws So decievin, flow speed change, lay him down, empty breathin Instead of these leaks, we leave the weak weapin Operation: apparatus, spray shots through ya grey Stratus Straight up status for maggots [Chorus x2] [Prodigy] Soldier boys stay on ya toes, be on ya P's and Q's Keep ya eyes bright comin out ya buildin, duke You might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya death Niggaz slumber, I put 'em in a deep coma I keep guns cuz it's like that, you figure it out I got an arson for niggaz tryin to figure me out You ain't a killa, you just talk more, runnin ya mouth The type of nigga, we'll stomp out and bloody down Look, we a Mobb for real, don't let the LP's twist it Cut me a cheque cuz I don't talk business Drop anthems worth millions and spend millions Take trips with my niggaz to the Keys on the weekends Serious jewels, pissy off the fruits Dunn, we move like the marines, move when we come through Seduce bitches dizzy, half they friends and they moms wanna hit me Y'all know my stiggity [Chorus x2] [Outro: Havoc] Yeah, yeah |
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