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| *featuring Big Noyd [Big Noyd:] They could say what they say You know I ride to the grave when it's beef That Mobb shit, you know that hard shit for the streets That diabetic rap, nigga ain't nothing sweet That 'Murda Muzik' Infamous Mobb Deep It's nothing for me to wild out, buck niggas fo'real I run up in their spot wake 'em with the blue steel Got a nina, that got more bodies than Katrina Till I'm locked up, I'll pop up on your block with dem heaterz We stomp niggas out just to break your new Timbs Which means it's nothing just to break a few limbs The Gemstar cut a few and give 'em new chins Ain't no telling what I'll do off that Juice & Gin It's the rapper, the gun clapper, yeah it's him The 41st side and we at it again You ain't come up hard like Hav' and KB You ain't living like Noyd and P [Chorus: Prodigy] Nah, never it's nothing for me to cut 'em Nothing for me to touch 'em Nothing for me to kill Nah, never it's nothing for me to buck 'em Nothing for me to dunn 'em Nothing for me to kill Nah nigga, it's nothing for me to spot 'em Nothing for me to shot 'em Nothing for me to kill Nah, never it's nothing for me to jump 'em Nothing for me to dump 'em It's nothing fo'real [Prodigy:] Look, every one of you niggas now it's Mobb Deep Ain't none one of you niggas better not touch P Bloody sport rap, I destroy the beef And anything else in the way it get eat I'm the King of my jungle, they know the routine They can't come out side, they might bump into me And like 1200 men, we wilding again Showtime, Voltron when we connect We'll hurt something, murk something, keep your distance We animals in the zoo, stay behind the fence Play tough and get that ass fucked up quick You a lie, you ain't never been through no live shit Never played in the dirt, rolled in the mud No we not the same, you ain't grow up like us You ain't raised like Noyd, been through it like P You ain't built like Hav' and KB [Chorus: Prodigy] [Prodigy:] My nigga we Bloods, that tat' on our hands is Deep Till the tombstone your beef is my beef Till the sun burn out and ain't no more shots We gon' fight till the ending and give it all we got Niggas stunt on us, we gon' give him the god We done been through too much to let a nigga just walk Like he walked the walk, this nigga is all mouth When them shots get the popping watch 'em hug the ground Hiding in the cars, nigga scared straight Stupid, like I won't shoot up the gas tank After twelve we worst than Gremlin We take over the bar and can't help it Off the gasoline kerosene mix I'll bet none of y'all ain't never seen this Young Veteran in the war since fourteen When I almost got my head blew off in QB [Chorus x2: Prodigy] |
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