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Mobb Deep - There I Go Again/So Long [*] lyrics
(feat. Ronald Isley) [Ronald Isley singing throughout song] [Prodigy and Havoc talking] Yeah yeah Know what I'm sayin' Straight burn biscuits baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son No problem Creepin' it though baby It's gangsta The truth gonna come to the level [Havoc] Yo As this blood flow through my veins I stand before this mic with a stepped up game Some things when I look how they never gonna change It ain't a thing Niggas wild Then I'm cockin' that thing Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin' How many times it have to happen Niggas talkin' like they generals They just mere captains The streets there's rules Slugs hit 'emwith infractions And then there's Hollywood if you want some fuckin' acting You got these niggas out mis-representin' they hood Give 'em heart now they icin' I'm like nigga what's good? Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best [Chorus] You know a nigga I be tryin' to chill But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (no doubt) Ther comes a time in Every nigga life when he's face to face with that ole' Kill or be killed And here I go again Grabbin' my steel Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (run 'em) There come a time in Ever nigga life when he's face to face with that ole' Kill or be killed [Prodigy] Ay yo Don't make me have to body something Fuck you and what you known for To me you're nothin' I don't see why in the world To me you frontin' And if you was that nigga Then you still mean nothing Homes (what) My gun is bustin' Fuck all y'all niggas my stomach is touchin' And I be right there on Murdle Ave. Come through You bitch ass niggas wouldn't know what to do I get bullet proof love Pounds and hugs You get extorted by the thugs that gew up in your hood You get killed fuckin' with P You really should Not do that I use that Lugar good Catch a bad one Ran dunn raggity You got fucked up and left for dead in the street [Havoc] Yo Who wants it with Hav Who want it with P Not near one of y'all And I put that on me But ifâ?¦ [Chorus] [Havoc] Yo Believe me dog there's more than Cockin' and squeezin' and Afterward that nigga still be breathin' and Who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then For a reward nigga just might turn you in I take it further and I might just murder him That mouthpiece all together I'm curbin' him It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens It's very real Ain't got no time to pretend [Prodigy] Yo Feelin' it thugs I dump a magazine on you dunn I'll run up on you niggas with the ?master? glove Dunn there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt I know it's nothin' for you The pain to have me killed I respect the laws of war and love I live by them shits Y'all niggas not ready for this You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed Spray it dunn Straight out Shit it when them guns come out [Chorus x2] [Ron Isley singing] [Woman singing x6] We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now let me show you something. So long. [Verse One: Havoc] Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked now you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops tryin' to verify your government they got you now, they lovin' it, they wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past though I can't see your problem you was still young at the time did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time never told you to slow down resee your crown heights, you wild all I could say was be careful give you a dap to bounce shit that you went through watched the drama amount gave a fuck long, you wasn't part of the body count now I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration till the interveine, when you first started catching cases fuck to this, dunn, now you in there gotta hold it down, you mother's only son and I'ma ride for you, baby, 'cause a lot of it is still love I'm still there, when you get home, I'ma be there [Chorus: Havoc (4x)] You gotta (hold on) No matter (how long) And it seems (so long) [Verse Two: Prodigy] I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault 'cause I fronted you that money to get that dough any man's ain't accountable for they action still and all I feel responsible for you being gone I hit the mall 'till it happened, k.a. now & then just so, you can live and keep your little cosmetics in that five years, it was a little dough we made out of sight, out of mind, naw dog it's not me, I miss you you on my mind daily even though I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me trying to get my shit together so you could be proud, when you touch down we got businesses to run now peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house on some pety crime shit, boy we was not playin' on occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end Black, and bone crazy ass reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humour talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler tellin' me, how you'll deaf, to see your nose out you need to bring your black ass home and cut that bullshit out I could remember me and killa would test our new guns in the projects 'cause that's where police won't come, iller g my nigga 'till death do us you almost home, until then hold ya head, dunn [Chorus: Havoc (4x)] You gotta (hold on) No matter (how long) And it seems (so long) |
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