Тексты песен «Mobb Deep»

Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus) ("What you got in the trunk?") Aight, aiyyo Son, yo yo You think that motherfuckin nigga's out there right now Son? (Word, what he doin out here?) Son we got drama with...

Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus) ("What you got in the trunk?") Aight, aiyyo Son, yo yo You think that motherfuckin nigga's out there right now Son? (Word, what he doin out here?) Son we got drama with...

Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus) ("What you got in the trunk?") Aight, aiyyo Son, yo yo You think that motherfuckin nigga's out there right now Son? (Word, what he doin out here?) Son we got...

Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son? Word, what he doin' out here? Son, we got drama with that nigga Be tryin' to...

(feat. Tony Yayo) [Tony Yayo:] Yeah its the Talk Of New York nigga This is gang bang music [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Guns is razors and bitches is faggots And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits Bloods ain't homies...

"Gangstas Roll" [Intro: Prodigy] Ha-ha, uh man, y'all runnin' out of steam already? That's all y'all got man?, c'mon man We got the illest combination of this right here man That's all you got man? C'mon man You gotta...

[Prodigy] It is all so simple just add it all up My mail box is on fire cuz my check don't stop Pockets full of chunky black, can't fuck with these crop That these niggaz be smoking, straight that we are Might catch me...

[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake And you tell him personally...from me!...

[Havoc:] nigga Sometimes I feel I got to get away For these streets like a fein for crack but pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cuz no matter drama or gossip my heart is your hood my dogs niggas i...

(Prodigy) Know sometimes you just got to show niggaz how you do things That shit hurt . . .time will tell like my nigga Iller G always said I love all my niggaz, I swear cross my heart hope to die (alright) Hear me out,...

[Prodigy] Sometimes you just gotta show niggaz how you do things That shit hurt time'll tell like my nigga Illa G always said Love all my niggaz I swear [Noyd] (QB) [Prodigy] cross my heart hope to die, right...

[Prodigy] Sometimes you just gotta show niggaz how you do things That shit hurt time'll tell like my nigga Illa G always said Love all my niggaz I swear [Noyd] (QB) [Prodigy] cross my heart hope to die, right...

[Prodigy] I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo Harms break em down, rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm, pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me,...

Something's happenin' cause everything's different, but everything is fine, yeah Cause this is the good stuff and yesterday is only what you leave behind it's only in your mind Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made...

(Get me) Uh huh (They pretty) Uh huh (Wit me) Uh huh (It's crispy) Yeah Whoo! Uh huh, uh huh, yo Y'all just blowin' smoke, fan in the fire Your wife is gettin' curious homie you better hide her Keep it gully...

(Get me) Uh-huh (They pretty) Uh-huh (Wit me) Uh-huh (It's crispy) Yeah! Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo. [Havoc] Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire Your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her Keep it gully...

(Get me) Uh-huh (They pretty) Uh-huh (Wit me) Uh-huh (It's crispy) Yeah! Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo. [Havoc] Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire Your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her Keep it gully...

(feat. Littles, Noyd) (Get me) Uh-huh (They pretty) Uh-huh (Wit me) Uh-huh (It's crispy) Yeah! Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo. [Havoc] Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire Your wife is gettin curious homie you better...

(feat. Young Buck) Yeah.. [Chorus: Havoc] If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me Don't play games, jus' give it to me baby The waitin' is drivin' me crazy You can have it how you like it girl we could get it on...

Verse 1: Nas Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds almost got me I had the Cuban posse all up in my room...