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Mobb Deep - U.S.A. (Aiiight Then) lyrics
Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mind like the dutch Flow wit her backwards Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture Frature Cry now laugh later We assist and compute data On ya IBM Dime bitches I be eyein them Shoot me down a hundred times Still come up wit new rhymes Rec exects dont like me Come up with new rhymes See you want it and you give a push for all mankind Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mike Tyson style Animal duns We live wild Too many ways to die We alive for now We cross borders Take the guns along with us Defend imfamous to the fullest Protect my duns that came with me They move with me Its risky For you to try to approach the god shiftly We all gorgeous The most fly The illest Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches While you bearin witness We handelin ya chick b'ness (business) Thuggin out druggin out ya know the dealins Picture you dead and in the raw Flippin 2 not ready for what you and Moms already missin you Old fool from the old school You 36 I been doin this since niggas sellin nicks Gettin head from tricks Takin shorts for kicks Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at If she a dime baby moms Know we baggin' that Smack em with the gat (what) React that Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then And to my fifth ward clique (how you like this) And to my dirty south thugs (how you like this) And to my westside niggas (yes you like this) And to my Chi-town gangstas keep thuggin it Connect the dots Merge with many a block My porto rock representitives blow plenty of shots Its love sincerely Even my heart For those that relate to this here song Thug of the age yo Have you noddin off like good dope And if the good then go regardless Finish it when you want to start shit Turn the body into carcus Handle mines regardless Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then And for my midwest terrorists rock this For my New Orleans team they cant stop us And to my Little Rock clique y'all is heartless This for my Beantown dogs in the life is From Seattle to ping houses Unified States of America lets get it right shit. |
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