Тексты песен «Mobb Deep»

M J B, M O B B Fifty, it's alright Your love's in 187 baby it's alright, it's alright When we beefin' we ain' speakin' Feels like I'm dyin' inside but it's alright Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in...

[havoc] Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in queens manhattan one in brooklyn The way things is looking I'm 'ma see central bookings Facing 3, 3 to 9 is...

[Big Noyd] Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens, Manhattan, one in Brooklyn The way things is looking I'mma see central bookings Facing three 3 to...

[Havoc] Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn The way things is looking I'ma see central bookings Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad...

Oh, y'all niggas killer now? Oh, word Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib, nigga Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet, nigga Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels Write a book...

[Havoc] Yo, It's like this man, It's real simple If my nigga was my nigga like I thought he was Would he have snitched, hung me out the dry to fuck Guess you don't know a nigga 'till you catch a case with 'em It aint...

Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah) It's on we 'bout to thump thump [NOYD verse] Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army We buy QB to NC Niggas don't want it Debate...

[Mobb Deep] Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God Times is hard, visons blurred kid, I can't see far Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased Over some bullshit beef I pack heat Son it's '96 and I ain't going out...

[Mobb Deep] Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God Times is hard, visons blurred kid, I can't see far Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased Over some bullshit beef I pack heat Son it's '96 and I ain't going out...

[Mobb Deep] Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God Times is hard, visons blurred kid, I can't see far Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased Over some bullshit beef I pack heat Son it's '96 and I ain't going out...

[Mobb Deep] Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God Times is hard, visons blurred kid, I can't see far Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased Over some bullshit beef I pack heat Son it's '96 and I ain't going out...

(Kool G Rap Talking) Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for real nigga You know how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it Straight direct at you kid (Kool G Rap Verse 1) Like a Don from out of Sicily Under the arm is...

[ CHORUS ] [ Kool G Rap ] Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks [ Prodigy ] Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back [ Kool G Rap ] It ain't where...

L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town cuz we comin from Queens and gets down Jose-Luis gotcha holdin guns in tons general,...

yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh! you know, its easy for us, it harder for them! easy for us, uh, yeah! im looking for that next meal ticket im in the kitchen, yeah you see me on my dance baby, get that money, i would never...

Yea yea yea no matter what you think A ho gonna be a ho Know what I'm sayin' And a nigga definitely gonna be a nigga 'Coz I'm a nigga M O double B I don't know why they wanna trouble me, why? Is it because they bitch...

[Chorus 2x: Dog] Niggaz in the club, get it poppin', why not? Bag a little chick, spend a little, if she's hot When you in the guts, be sure to hit the g-spot From the back or the front, or the side, let's pop [Dog]...

Yeah, yeah Yo son No fucking doubt baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Its real, its real Its real, its real Yeah let them niggas know Yeah Say QB [Hook] [Havoc] Everywhere that I go now I keep that thing right with me It is because...

[Jadakiss] Yeah Yeah, fuck I'm talkin' 'bout right here? niggaz ain't ready Knowhatimsayin? My nigga P Kiss, c'mon [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Livin the life, steady keepin it tight Never take a funny nigga's advice...

They got me locked in Spofford, the lil juvenile criminal Two kids approach to put blades to my throat They like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna do for that Give it up? Huh, you don't believe that So I threw on my...