Текст песни Mobb Deep f Ronald Isley - The Infamy
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* send corrections to the typist(Ronald Isley singing throughout song)[Prodigy and Havoc talking]Yeah yeahKnow what I`m sayin`Straight burn biscuits babyYeah, give it to `em raw uncutTurn them headphones upNo doubt sonNo problemCreepin` it though babyIt`s gangstaThe truth gonna come to the level[Havoc]YoAs this blood flow through my veinsI stand before this mic with a stepped up gameSome things when I look how they never gonna changeIt ain`t a thingNiggas wildThen I`m cockin` that thingCuz you know with every action there`s a reactionAnd there`s no known cure when I`m sick with the clappin`How many times it have to happenNiggas talkin` like they generalsThey just mere captainsThe streets there`s rulesSlugs hit `emwith infractionsAnd then there`s Hollywood if you want some fuckin` actingYou got these niggas out mis-representin` they hoodGive `em heart now they icin`I`m like nigga what`s good?Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techsBlaze `em down gives a fuck about the next nigga repPlay around find yourself getting` cheated by deathMan gone and believe me dog it happened to the best[Chorus]You know a niggaI be tryin` to chillBut now then I`ma hafta run these niggas a drill (no doubt)Ther comes a time inEvery nigga life when he`s face to face with that ole`Kill or be killedAnd here I go againGrabbin` my steelCuz now then I`ma hafta run these niggas a drill (run `em)There come a time inEver nigga life when he`s face to face with that ole`Kill or be killed[Prodigy]Ay yoDon`t make me have to body somethingFuck you and what you known forTo me you`re nothin`I don`t see why in the worldTo me you frontin`And if you was that niggaThen you still mean nothingHomes (what)My gun is bustin`Fuck all y`all niggas my stomach is touchin`And I be right there on Murdle Ave.Come throughYou bitch ass niggas wouldn`t know what to doI get bullet proof lovePounds and hugsYou get extorted by the thugs that gew up in your hoodYou get killed fuckin` with PYou really shouldNot do thatI use thatLugar goodCatch a bad oneRan dunn raggityYou got fucked up and left for dead in the street[Havoc]YoWho wants it with HavWho want it with PNot near one of y`allAnd I put that on meBut if…[Chorus][Havoc]YoBelieve me dog there`s more thanCockin` and squeezin` andAfterward that nigga still be breathin` and