Gang Bang Mobb Deep (Ft. Tony Yayo)
"Gang Bang" by Mobb Deep featuring Tony Yayo, released in 2006, is a gritty hip-hop track that delves into themes of street life, violence, and loyalty. The lyrics reflect the harsh realities of urban existence, showcasing the struggles and camaraderie among those involved in gang culture. Musically, the song features a dark, heavy beat typical of East Coast rap, with aggressive delivery from the artists. Its raw portrayal of life in the streets resonates with fans, contributing to Mobb Deep's legacy in hip-hop. #HipHop
[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yea, it's the Talk Of New York, nigga
This is gang bang music
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Guns, razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and Crips ain't cuzz
You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and [?]
With this jail and street shit, it's all the same
All you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make yo ass insane
Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Yo who the illest in recent memory? mention me heavily
On these streets and penitentiary spit every breathe of me
Only couple niggas out there runnin' neck and neck with me
I'ma be on top regardless faggot, put that on everything
Load the track like a gat to me
Don't let me cock it, I'm a opportunist, rap, sell it, [?] the profits
Yeah rap the new drug game, I rob the workers
We on the block killin' 'em baby the music is murda
And every year that go by you know it only get worse, it only better, we clap a standin' ov' for the chedder, yeah
They keep thinkin' that life's a opera
Do dirt, get caught, sing to them coppers
Call me a hood janitor, I move with the sweeper and don't get it twisted homie, yeah I'm good with the beaters
That's what the heat for
Here to de-ice you
We don't even know you yeah and we don't like you
Yea, it's the Talk Of New York, nigga
This is gang bang music
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Guns, razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and Crips ain't cuzz
You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and [?]
With this jail and street shit, it's all the same
All you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make yo ass insane
Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Yo who the illest in recent memory? mention me heavily
On these streets and penitentiary spit every breathe of me
Only couple niggas out there runnin' neck and neck with me
I'ma be on top regardless faggot, put that on everything
Load the track like a gat to me
Don't let me cock it, I'm a opportunist, rap, sell it, [?] the profits
Yeah rap the new drug game, I rob the workers
We on the block killin' 'em baby the music is murda
And every year that go by you know it only get worse, it only better, we clap a standin' ov' for the chedder, yeah
They keep thinkin' that life's a opera
Do dirt, get caught, sing to them coppers
Call me a hood janitor, I move with the sweeper and don't get it twisted homie, yeah I'm good with the beaters
That's what the heat for
Here to de-ice you
We don't even know you yeah and we don't like you
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