Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Get Back Remix (featNoyd)

Sometimes you gotta show niggaz how you do things
shit hurt
time'll like my nigga Illa G always said
all my niggaz
I

(QB)

[Prodigy] my heart hope to die, right

[Noyd] Queens Hot Boys

[Prodigy] Me Out
Yo... put a in ya mind

Yo dun, They caught me from the side, me the P
the one who spread love, me, I shit on my peeps
I never left my dawgs out in the
I my hand wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. sneaky muh'fuckers gon learn how this nigga rock
Quiet nigga (shhh) leave you shocked for dead
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and pop ya head
now if it get night, and gettin past it
ill see you at the faggot
and in the mean time, and in time
P'll layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo nines
More boxes of talons to put in your
You cross me nigga, you your mind
Scratch that, you knew me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, shots (fizzling)

(its time to) Get
Uh, Its so
the taste of revenge and on the streets

(its called) Pay
For shit you'll pulled
I dont respect your gangsta, my guns

(its time to) Get
Yea, Its so
the of revenge and blood on the streets

(its called) Pay
For shit you did
Two wrongs dont make a right, make it even, bitch

Ayo when the guns pop, the pop em, everybody kno
Mo Thug been on henny rocks, slingin
catch a on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or pullin out that peice and aimin at ya
Them thugs, some blood, crip, some stuntin
you see 'em crip-walkin but they ain't thuggin
they ain't tough, ain't rough, ain't for war
frontin they thuggin, and ain't that at all
me and my is R, A, W... RAW
and will (Murder).
A, double L... (ALL)
Yall heard of, the Bridge fucking Hot Boyz
Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and that nigga
and the Get Back and yes, is so sweet
how we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when they
leave 'em dead in the bed and his in the streets
murder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm beef
(Its the Get Back)

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Basicly, they done summed it up and ain't no to spit
but fuck it, lemme have my lil 2
the nine'll leave you so
have you the ground like a toilet bowl ready to hurl
be havin outta body visions
and if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be a religion
gittin shot up can do that, squeal
they so shook, the sound of crackers makin 'em peel
rhyme how they kill (kill)
rhyme how they (feel)
talkin all that like for the deal
but me, if I ain't have to... prolly clap you
but they see you wit paper and wanna git at you
I dont preach the shit, I just show 'em what mack do
you kno slugs harder than any track you rap to
when talk shit, it just make the finger itch
I got drama for that ass, meet the bitch?

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