Bloodsport Mobb Deep
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[Intro: Havoc]
Turn them headphones up (Know what I'm sayin'?)
Yeah
To my man Nigga-No, yo
Killa Bee
No doubt
[Verse 1: Havoc]
I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga, God bless
I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit
Now you rock a vest, scared to death while you walkin'
Fuck the talkin', we straight up New Yorkin'
We blowin' niggas, heart attack strokin' niggas
Provokin' niggas, shittin' all over niggas
You rollin' thick, but yo, the Mobb rollin' thicker
Get that liquor, turn your back, icepick ya
But fuck that, stickin' with the gat is quicker
Scared to come around my corner, you ass, nigga
Do it your way all day, fake shit
What you gonna do outta town, play bitch?
And run like a faggot, switch, take the whole shit
And show the world, don't sweat it, babygirl
I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem
You all fucked up like an offbeat blend
I send messages that you couldn't read clear
Try to play the front, but got stuck in the rear
Take it as a letter, but I'm not sincere
Turn them headphones up (Know what I'm sayin'?)
Yeah
To my man Nigga-No, yo
Killa Bee
No doubt
[Verse 1: Havoc]
I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga, God bless
I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit
Now you rock a vest, scared to death while you walkin'
Fuck the talkin', we straight up New Yorkin'
We blowin' niggas, heart attack strokin' niggas
Provokin' niggas, shittin' all over niggas
You rollin' thick, but yo, the Mobb rollin' thicker
Get that liquor, turn your back, icepick ya
But fuck that, stickin' with the gat is quicker
Scared to come around my corner, you ass, nigga
Do it your way all day, fake shit
What you gonna do outta town, play bitch?
And run like a faggot, switch, take the whole shit
And show the world, don't sweat it, babygirl
I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem
You all fucked up like an offbeat blend
I send messages that you couldn't read clear
Try to play the front, but got stuck in the rear
Take it as a letter, but I'm not sincere
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