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- Mobb Deep Make The Hits 歌詞
- Mobb Deep
- (Uh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh fo real)
You are now tuned into the sounds
Handcrafted & designed by the H A V O C
Havoc beats (fo real) A-L-C talkin
You know my name you know my pedigree
It aint a game who could do this better then me
As far as Im concerned niggaz better play that position
Their slugs will be hittin that target neva missin
And - how many times do I gotta go through that beef
Protectin my shines wit nothin but that big heat
Im down to Earth but niggaz wanna to bring it
Up to that next level swing dont sing it
But I warn yall tear yall niggaz in new ass off
Compared to Hav nigga Im dope you lactose
Pass the roach; you laughin Ima get that last tot
Gangstas to fly bitches I rap for those
And - layin it down just like its suppose to be layed
Check mate on a nigga when my moves is made
Dont believe The proof is in the pudding my nigga
Straight face when Im pullin the trigger you didnt know
Yo its the word you hate P
You hatin on Hav the A-L-C
We gettin doe we got the Vs
That make your hoe come up out them panties
And - we do it big we (Make The Hits)
Yall make the check like its come up off the checks
You gettin broke we gettin rich
We got the guns that make a mess uggghh
Aiyo its time time for me to shock and amaze
The best out chest out when I'm rockin the stage
Im certified A-L-C claimin his clout
And Ima show you what that names about
And - the (Quiet Storm) (ssshhh ) blew out the f**kin lights
Flood the block and overflow personal
Trained pipes me and H yea we the same type
Get the checks in the daytime and bang out in the late nights
Plus Im on the grind snatch a quarter mil from KOCH
Cause I shook the spot it went from the bottom to the top
(Get that) I fake then Im swingin the rock
Anyway you cut the cake I get my CREAM off the top
CREAM of the crop on sideways leanin and drop
Top speed til the cops give me a reason to stop
Even in the winter season Im hot
Like Ripleys if you a thug I dont know if I Believe It Or Not
Yo its the word you hate P
You hatin on Hav the A-L-C
We gettin doe we got the Vs
That make your hoe come up out them panties
And we do it big we (Make The Hits)
Yall make the check like its come up off the checks
You gettin broke we gettin rich
We got the guns that make a mess uggghh
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