Тексты песен «Mobb Deep»

[Prodigy:] The most violent of the violent-lest crimes we give life to If these QueensBridge kids don't like you We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies Your first time would be your last earth memories It's only...

[Prodigy] The most violent of the violent-lest crimes we give life to If these QueensBridge kids don't like you We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies Your first time would be your last earth memories It's only...

Hey, yo, to all the killers And the hundred dollar billers For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness We be the infamous, you heard of us Official Queens bridge...

Word up son, word Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred dollar billers For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings, check it out now I got you stuck off the realness We be the infamous, you heard of us Official...

The most violent of the violent lest crimes we give life to If these Queens Bridge kids don't like you We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies Your first time would be your last earth memories It's only your own...

Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background (intro) Word up son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) For real...

Yeah, one two, one two Yeah, okay, now You know who we got up in this bitch M O, M O B B B (Boy) Lil' shorty wop wop Young thuggin' in the street Ever front on him That's how you get popped (Girl) Lil'...

It's about to go down real fast and quick We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort My nigga Ski got...

Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed Keep thinkin' its a game get your man tooks I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook Blood money album drop, hell...

[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...

[Prodigy] Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never As we continue on With more of this drama for yo' ass {'She asked me why..'} You niggaz always startin somethin and beefin with rappers, why our music so...

[Havoc] C'mon, yeah yo, it's all about the murders and the killings Bitches they catch feelings, niggaz mixin' Business with pleasure won't measure, will it? Summer's my home skillet, just came home from penet' I tried...

Yeah, c'mon Yeah, yo It's all about the mur*** and the killi** Bit**** they catch feelings, nigg** mixin' Business with pleasure won't measure, will it? Summer's my home skillet, just came home from penet' I tried to...

Ahh haa Yea yea Ahh haa First of all, we the one and only infamous Everybody wanna use the name Soundin' all blame We come up in the party With them shanks and things Have you curled up on the floor Feelin' the pain

[Prodigy] We shot the motherfuckin pack, yo Yo, to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized We cook the shake move the weight across the tri-state Them jooks niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type Special deliver...

Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that I don't got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin' back You can have me a P.O. absolute and it's a...

The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face Little shorty flip the script, huh on any punk ass nigga or bitch The little brown skin buddha sucker, little motherfucker...

The midnight murder two cop bodies on my heat Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face Little shorty flip the script huh On any punk ass nigga or bitch The little brown skin buddha sucker little motherfucker I...

Nyc, word up Verse 1: prodigy, a.c.d. M-o-b-b d-e-e-p, a.c.d. burn sometin Let's get lifted, queens is you wit me Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me I back him down wit the 50-50 It had to been the...

Yeah uh huh That true shit That shit that makes me feel shit To all my niggas and my bitches Yo, check it, uh huh It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball...