Kunci: Gb major
Verse 1
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(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
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(Wit me) Uh- huh
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(It's crispy) Yeah
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Whoo Uh- huh,
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uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
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Y'all just blowin' smoke,
fan in the fire
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Your wife is gettin' curi
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ous homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
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I don't like to get stared at
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Niggas only mad cause they asses
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Soup the cowards up, if you want,
get your man clapped
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Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
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You got a thousand niggas
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
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Enough on the wheels make me feel
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like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
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Talk on the jack like Feds,
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Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
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just hold that
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Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
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See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
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But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
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know them things is, crispy
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Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
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Y'all not known for bustin'
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So for the 9 I got beef for days
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Y'all want it wit us don't get
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Call the coroner
Verse 4
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Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
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I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
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pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
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You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
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one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
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you be shot the fuck up
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The name Littles got the streets
Dumped off the bridge,
body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that
can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch,
get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the
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9 or three- eighty like
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Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
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All this rap in the booth,
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or wassup in the street
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Not a nickel get sold
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in the park 'less I eat
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Think different the mac'll spin' you
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like the G- Unit piece
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See the cats in the whips want to, get
Verse 5
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me
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But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
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Bills in the pockets, know
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
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Hey hey
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Look I walk around with my
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
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missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
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How I roll? Why would you ask?
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Know I'm swingin' my piece,
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pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
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I know y'all roll with the boys
with the badge
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That's why when you kick that gangsta rap,
homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say, no Noyd, you won't
blow makin' songs like that
I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter,
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it don't last
I don't get no bigger,
I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't
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Nig ga we countin' the scrilla with the
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
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think how many straps and vests
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We flash the pound around
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and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
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It's deep, we can't even speak
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in certain'rooms
Verse 7
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See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
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But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
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Db
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Cm
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know them things is, crispy
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Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Cm
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
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So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
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I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
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they no joke
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They blood- thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song,
it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group,
they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
we more like a troop and oh
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Let's not forget to mention
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All our guns get blown,
E'rytime we drop a new one
the streets gon' go
cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they
money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else,
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the shit wack
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That shit there is doo- doo, the
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
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they high wear off too fast
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Them niggas got garbage,
Verse 9
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See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
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But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
Db
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Cm
Bills in the pockets, know
them things is, crispy
Db
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Cm
Y'all not known for bustin'
them guns
Db
So for the 9 I got beef for days
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Y'all want it wit us don't get
carried away
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Call the coroner
Outro 1
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