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Текст песни Artists: Mobb Deep f Big Noyd, Rakim - Hoodlum Soundtrack

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[Havoc]Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against meand is it the Henny that bend me; I be in the zoneGazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phoneThey take it personal, but only a minor few can understandwhat a nigga feeling; 40-first `til I die motherfucka..(No doubt)I`m still breathing. You a must son, we full breadYou ain`t my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is youI get wit you, handle that on a later note. We o`er-dose eveything is death, we so closeI`m trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..Ready for the bad news `til da phone ringSon is dead, now I`m irate over my head seeking revenge.Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh[Prodigy]Check out the drill-dun, conceal gunsFor real son`s leaning back checking out the actionOn the benches we drinkin X`s Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this...Sharply burn it down like an arsonistPull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidzand blow all hell fire out ya empireLive as wire couldn`t make my mobb expire or retireI`m letting off `til my arms tiredYou set quite wit my head full of riot.Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hearI declare only live niggaz lock this year`96-I lost my dun; `97-It got worse..Pull money out the team, got to get mork..And sat down you play the background when shots sound offFlashbacks of how my man is gone, KB forever in my memoryI spill some Henny then I keep it moving {Chorus}:Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin` thisAint nobody stoppin this Rakim and ImfamousReck the hood for you and yours-No doubt crash the barsYou don`t really wanna go against the source[Big Noyd]Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildnessIts bug, niggaz dug in the projects you holiday thugEase up all that illin and grillinget ya melon lite up, you niggaz is buttYou want me, I`m reppin WB, what?Where you find me at sippin Congac from a cupWith my heat next to my nutsNever been afraid to bustSlug rushin to your head like dustIf that wasn`t enough as long as strong and toughwe squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-blackFuckin wit these Queens cats I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop thatIn fact black, if you come at me don`t come sloppyAll my baby girl got is a papi to guide herthrough this world of hatredAnd I die to see that she make itand die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, UM...[Rakim]Yo, you wanna come test, son it`s massive stressPenalties of death, pay your last respectsWe harass your rep if you slept or half stepWe adapt to see what we can master nextAfter sex pass the bless for after effectsRelax through stress, do math and set, mad connectsCash the check to get assets we blast techsDealing with the mental aspects in chessSo retreat your troops, if you Dunns come to shotGet greeted by a twenty-one gun saluteI keep `em leary of the deadly "7 MC" theorySoon as they hear me, I release "Lyrics of Fury"And quick to say a poem that ricochet in your domeMy click made me leave the nickel-plated at home aloneSo I can get the cheddar and be the better trend setter The 18th Letter Forever, what{Chorus 2X}

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