Tytuł: Deadly zone

• Wykonawca: Mobb Deep
• Wyświetleń: 211

  
   [Bounty Killer]
  I saw these fools tryin to get around, tryin to let me down
  And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown
  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone
  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat WELL
  *begins chanting and rhyming*
  
  [Prodigy]
  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under
  Big pipes soundin like thunder
  Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
  Now why you wanna come at me?
  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes
  Wrong nigga for threats, lone nigga wit long chrome
  And we can dance till one of us drop
  You score points fallin wit good formation
  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn
  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun
  To the floor, actin like you goin to war
  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher
  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
  That be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin hard
  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night
  And you can't come outside without fear
  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin?
  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass
  
  *Bounty Killer rhymes and chants*
  
  [Big Noyd]
  M-O-B-B dunn, let's get it on dunn
  Wit Bounty Killer, yo it's like this dunn
  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit
  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is
  M-O-B-B, D-double-E-P wit Bounty Killer
  No other gun runners keep a round like this
  >From Q-U-double-E-N-S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death
  Whether in shit I been in, runnin down the block
  Sprayin shots wit the Lindon, listen
  We all been through ac-tion, you know the last me blastin
  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
  Neither the jake nor the snakes gon' stop it
  You know the Mobb lettin off rockets
  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
  Still nuttin pop but the shells, these ain't words from hell
  These are slugs, something you feel
  A gun runner nigga for real nigga
  
  [Havoc]
  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack
  The actual, that brand new six that you couldn't seem to whip
  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit
  While you layin bloodied up in the six
  Flee the frontline, dismantle gap and bounce
  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out
  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet
  You runnin the streets, you don't want no problems wit us
  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us
  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch
  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched
  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched
  Full fledge, like Ra let em Know The Ledge
  While you slippin off edge, your shorty's givin me head
  Cockin em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray
  Poppin your way, sendin shit that's hot your way
  
  *Bounty Killer rhymes and chants*