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Mobb Deep
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What's Ya' Poison (Featuring Cormega)
作詞:Albert J Johnson, Cory Mckay, Kejuan W Muchita
Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't wanna miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas And write shit that would certainly move y'all niggas Peace to my summer villains with pink houses From Red Hook to QB you know the routine
We need a movie to show how our life is so ill Every Summer in the projects we partied on the benches Few gallons of gin and Pepsi Remember Party wars, that was back in like 90 We use to roll o-wees now we stuff dutches Kids rushing, whats your discussion Y'all niggas talk a lot of shit heard you on your tape fronting I fake nothing, fuck around and push the wrong button
I dedicate my days to seeing your drip blood I will always love Gambino and ScarFace Killa Black no man can fill your shoes, now whats bad news It couldn't get no worse, so what y'all niggas know about the turmoil What ya know about your blood soil, clothes and little Ho's And the legs of pant slugs that crack the shin bone The other shot blasts through your left clavical Melt swizz suits and paint the avenue's
How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted Many are rare, rore, Havoc has just over done it While you sitting there whispering like a little girl Fuck, waiting around till the dutchy gets twirled We going at you, not 'cause we want to but 'cause we have to To avoid the situation that you couldn't last through If I can't have it at all I don't want it at all Off top serious dogg, I'm out for the raw
Back to the world, the shit that I kick will dazzle your girl 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Handle the bitch, can't then take her for pearl Get him with the pink slip, get him bent to he hurl Hennessey got my mind locked, tight in a curl Hold it down like Saddam, you can't search my click Even with dirty worms I'm gonna still appear
How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted
Yo, yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, whenever Mega spits I exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto shit Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from measuring grams Gun on my waist, in case I see son who wetted my man I'll be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's Obvious that I was destined to rep Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit
Born official, my niggas that are gone I miss you I shed a tear, see y'all niggas when I get there Yo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the strip I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet An' I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet When I rhyme you enter my mind, seeing nigga's lead to excellence I represented then manifested in the beat
Respect this like a Lexus jeep, my technique Leaves my enemies stretched for weeks, vexed from me Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching Ki's, please
How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted How you want it? Bent scheme or straight blunted
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