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Mobb Deep - Thug Muzik lyrics
The infamous all around and you know we get down So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound Thug muzik thug muzik (2 times) All that's loose leaf my big game Scrow foul lives snake eyes Ready with steel at any given time I'm a kill stone hearted nigga at will Done this shit real riddle in a life appeal And losing again for real like Armageddon Tech sweating your direction Your face change applection My whole life been destined, to show as the moon, shape cressin Caressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubs I'm blessed, mics of all types learn their lesson Live from the strike -deadly- Like gas chambers and pengas in jail You know the dreal, QB on the hill where I chill 41 side still real, it ain't gone change My niggas think long range crack the skull frame Simple and plain fake niggas want claim fame Real niggas up north, the Vack Sing Sing It don't make a diff don, first nigga if done We hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun up Nigga you be done up right, QB at the end of the night Take a serve Chorus What's your position? Trying to come at me sideways But they ass backwards, jealousy- that's all that is I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut Like a pit never give up Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass With a touch of class handle that ass Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas Doing them cats, my crew's in the back Losing it black, I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped On some Queens bridge survival shit, we strike like that Full force, we blast at your main source Chorus As I sit back don, I think about my past When my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabs Or at the time when my brother got splashed It hurt my ass, to see him pass But now I gotta keep on moving to get this cash You better kill his ass, if you wanna pass The premicise for the minister's kid Called the infamous Forgive but we never forget All that fake snake shit, could I never regret Cause I learn from mistakes that be guiding my steps But we pull out and cock twice nigga When you least expect Chorus It's Murda Muzik, real life situations, placed on the paper For all you cats rapping acting like it cant happen Nigga we the most infamous, my team Glows in the dark and clicks the dullest Overconfident niggas get punished Take a number and get in and get on line for drama You whiling like you was one of my own That shit don't mix, we clashing Make moves, handle your biz Gun po's, take action, reach for those Long chrome noses -up- my gun blows Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down I give you that much, you ain't out Close but no ci-gar, you must be a fucking retard Extending your arm in my direction You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of up most respect You niggas only know what you heard on cassette Manifest words in a flash, niggas only see the light After they bleed a few pints Take your most VP don, leave them like the letter T You won't see me run, unless its police Now take these words home and think it through For the next rhyme we write might be about you don All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you Thug Muzik (2 times |
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