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Mobb Deep - Live Foul lyrics
Yeah, yeah Yo son No fucking doubt baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Its real, its real Its real, its real Yeah let them niggas know Yeah Say QB [Hook] [Havoc] Everywhere that I go now I keep that thing right with me It is because I live foul Shorty like blue piece coming [Prodigy] I got bitches all only back I got niggas all in my face It get serious it ain't no game So I got to keep that thing at my waist [Havoc] Which part of no games niggas don't understand Your dealing with one dead serious black man Whose first resort is to squeeze, second thought to breath Love this freedom so you know how I be And why these niggas want to pull me in I ask myself that same question over and over again It's a small world my girl, I'm smashing a friend Ain't no love lost might as well join the fuck in I've been telling niggas how my gangster get You can trace it all the way back to the infamous When niggas out now was on infamil Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield Wrecking my first wheel they was barely bulking Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking A hate in my blood you won't find one drop But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped So [Hook] [Prodigy] Yo dun what up scream at your dog These niggas been wilding since niggas been gone Fake niggas stunt like their really that strong You really that bitch nigga pussy, thongs P that nigga that will break your jaw You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for sure Who get cut bucked and left for dead We get fucked sucked and extra bead Partying with the ladies is crazy dic Make you want to have babies and eat the fish You won't feel safe in the same place as us We make niggas want to stay far away from us We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us Want to see a nigga live and be safe as such We back with more of that murda muzik bitch I'm going to bang on a nigga that confuse the shit [Hook] [H] That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water [P] You niggas is like fleas and guns pluck em off dun [H] Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch [P] Then we mobb out with the sixes looking sickening [H] Thats when beautiful whip we tearing the streets up [P] We got the big stash box so we can fit the street sweeper [H] My duns keep it at any time its nothing [P] You run around like you got a pass or something [Hook x2] |
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