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モブ・ディープ( Mobb Deep )
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Street Life
作詞:Jackson A, Johnson Albert (usa 2), Lewis Leshan, Muchita Kejuan Waliek, Sanfiorenzo C
M O B B D E E P, A.C.D. burn somethin' Let's get lifted, Queens, is you wit me? Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me I back him down wit the 50-50
It had to be the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me The first five hundred bitches free He kid with the God jewel and let all my gods come through Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo And fucked too
Shit on me? Well then, fuck you Gone wit your high class ass if you want to Outta state you be suckin' me off and breakin' off Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft
My Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove shit Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lump dead Crank, we in the bathroom thumpin'
To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers Big money spenders and the Ebenezer Scrooger's Thugs holdin' fort wit the sixteen shot Rugers The cream that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser
Dominant chapter, assassinin' the obsolete And my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet My heart's harder than concrete and nervous streets Be walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats
I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within Dear Lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra friends One love to my thugs up north in the Pens
Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage Nemesis renegade, breakin' down barricades These days are gettin' rough, another brother handcuffed Fallen victim to the game is like style's corrupt
My crime niggas livin', street life Them Queen niggas livin', street life My drug niggas livin', street life My street niggas livin', street life
You thug niggas livin', street life もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com NYC livin', street life My Mobb niggas livin', street life What?
For every rhyme I write, reality bites My clique keeps shit rolled too tight Regulate and know the rule
I gets some insight plus info do stickers with my kickos My .44 will burn that ass like goin' raw with nymphos So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest Or get your Teflon put to the motherfuckin' test
State pen put on points, son, you know Stay on the low, got the back, oh, no, no When I'm on a dough blow, got ta guard you now Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on profile
Change your character, you ain't got stamina Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad at'cha The Infamous handle business, gonna make mines Forever, son, kid you heard it thru the grapevine
To my royal thug committees and outlaws That live the life of Frank Nitty The big city mobster, the C to D [unverified] Has made the god unholy, skies forever watch me The prophecy, another chapter, there's no stoppin' me
Propagation, my life story is far from fiction 'Cause at one time, the .44 bullets took the world Bring sparks and friction
I anaylse this 'erb, so I roll with trife characters The hardest for the world to cap And shiner like a full carat diamond with perfect designin' Philly's and 9 mili's and Coupe De Villey's forever reclinin'
To the shoot, physicals in this paradox The world is hot and my plot is to receive grand's and yachts Until then I be a strife individual, dwellin' in these days Scorch from the deeez plus the sun's rays
Dead President dreams and million dollar schemes Killer Queens, the land of cream fiends, A.C.D. the world terrorist Stainless Rugers for the intruders and my cipher's Infamous Thru New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside [Unverified]drama, son and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven's ride
A.C.D. livin', street life My ice niggas livin', street life Them jewel rockin niggas livin', street life Them crack niggas livin', street life Them coke-sellin niggas livin', street life
Word, NYC livin', street life My man L.E.S. livin', street life The whole Queensbridge livin', street life Word up son, we're livin', street life
KnowI'msayin? Word up, A.C.D Mobb Deep in the motherfuckin' Yo yo, uhhh Hold me down, son (No doubt, son) Back em down, son (I got'cha back, son)
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