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Mobb Deep - I Won't Fall lyrics
[Havoc] Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they gully when switch when i'm spittin' those dummies I creep in the cold till my nose get runny Then i'm laying for a nigga like i'm waiting on money I ask these hoes what the fuck they want from me From the gate i keep it real that's why the god love me I got a shorty if she get down for me, when i'm out of town You know she holdin' down the crown for me Dog, god forbid if i die, don't worry kid Take you with me shit pussy don't want me My life's story was the henny, had to stop that And now i'm focusing clear when i copp that Fuck getting clapped, it be more like applause Since they tellin' like broads, might as well be the Mobb The H da A da V da O da C i'm the man The myth pushing shit to the white league [chorus 2x] You can two face me, backstabb me A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying (I won't fall) You can try to set me up and all that A nigga too much on point for all that (I won't fall) [Prodigy] Don't make me be after you niggas like the Ku Klux Man Throwin' my hoody, you know i'm burnin' that grass Plottin' on how im'a murda that ass We poppin' up, guns choppin up, yo whole staff What's toppin the cassette, ain't nothin' gettin' passed Cuz we gettin' fat, on top of that we gettin' cash I hear you niggas wanna get me may god be with you Plus you better keep that mothafuckin' thing right wit you And if i feel you a threat to my well-being Niggas is bleeding you niggas better back up off the P kid I blam you, and pass you to jesus christ You be a ghostdog like forest whitaker white Be a dumb mothafucka thinkin' P not squeezin' Like palm springs the only thing beefin' Is that gumball cus i ain't got talk for ya'll I got big four-pound towners do yo new bounce [chorus] [Havoc N Prodigy] The two-face niggas The backstabb niggas I felt that shit coming Like that in the bud gunnin' No tolerance for them niggas Fuck the dumb shit, i hope you niggas die broke While we in the plushes Hotel Suites Expensive car seats Windows half-down bumpin' out mobb beatz With a bad bitch beside me Raisin' up the volume Know they hate to see that And that's why we come thru [chorus 2x] |
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