Текст песни Mobb Deep f Nas - Murda Muzik
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Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know itInfamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)[hahahaha] Infamous two thousand(Ain`t nuttin but thugs over here baby)[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha][Havoc]Yo... straight thugs on this side - it`s do or die to the deathLike the terminal ill takin they last breathRead your last rites - God, forgive me for the sin I`m about to commit - takin a lifeKill or be killed, rather that than somebody elsereadin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the dealKeep the infrared next to my bed, one in the headHearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot redSleep with half closed eyelidsSome say it`s strange, sometimes that`s how strange life getGo easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see whenniggaz slippin off point, on the strength they betScopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jewelerwith they hand on the biscuitDo ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wifeon my thousand dollar mattressIt`s the world that I live in, Q.B. made meA moms that loved me and a pops that raised meChorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy`s "The Boy is Mine"}Y`all need to give it up.. we don`t give a fuck..what y`all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mineY`all need to give it up.. cause we don`t give a fuck..what y`all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine[Prodigy]I got the style of a still-born child, I`m illIf it`s beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he`s done well(Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I`m immune to itSo when they start shootin, we don`t stop the musicKeep it moving that`s how we do it (c`mon, c`mon Dunn)Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performanceRap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions That`ll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions(You feel me? You feel me?)You feel me? I`ll write a graphic pageEscort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projectsWe the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music(Don`t get no realer than this!)It`s more real than any words I can musterPull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)Hop out them shits like what? Y`all niggaz can`t touch usChorus[Nas Escobar]Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirtHalle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concertSilk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thingAnd I`ll front like my doo doo don`t stinkInstinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toyHazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floorEverybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashinJust to think, that was yesterday`s actionCause today goes either way - we came a long wayfrom hallway steps and hand-me-down shitFuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roamCall the chopper phone, heliport in my homeQuincy Jones postersWake up, guns under my pillow, I can`t talk around chauffeursShit is better than a novel, autobiographicSpit it on tracks, it becomes classicStart some, make my heart pump, spark one, I`m God sonNAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC`s comeKnow how to leave anything in thirty secondsWhen you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weaponI`ll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lessonYour flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past itCremate your flesh to ashesYou don`t need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casketChorus[Nas]The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)Ill Will..You need to give it up.. we don`t give a fuckwhat y`all niggaz want.. we don`t give a fuckThug, life, is, mineY`all need to give it up.. we don`t give a fuck..what y`all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine