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Tytuł: U.S.A

  • Wykonawca: Mobb Deep
  • Wy¶wietleń: 156

  
   Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
  And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
  To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
  For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
  For young lords livin like old time kings
  And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
  Just a lil something for ya block to sing
  Can you relate?
  Do you feel me?
  Aiight then
  
  Mind like the dutch
  Flow wit her backwards
  Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture
  Frature
  Cry now laugh later
  We assist and compute data
  On ya IBM
  Dime bitches I be eyein them
  Shoot me down a hundred times
  Still come up wit new rhymes
  Rec exects dont like me
  Come up with new rhymes
  See you want it and you give a push for all mankind
  
  Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
  And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
  To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
  For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
  For young lords livin like old time kings
  And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
  Just a lil something for ya block to sing
  Can you relate?
  Do you feel me?
  Aiight then
  
  Mike Tyson style
  Animal duns
  We live wild
  Too many ways to die
  We alive for now
  We cross borders
  Take the guns along with us
  Defend imfamous to the fullest
  Protect my duns that came with me
  They move with me
  Its risky
  For you to try to approach the god shiftly
  We all gorgeous
  The most fly
  The illest
  Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches
  While you bearin witness
  We handelin ya chick b'ness (business)
  Thuggin out druggin out ya know the dealins
  
  Picture you dead and in the raw
  Flippin 2 not ready for what you and
  Moms already missin you
  Old fool from the old school
  You 36
  I been doin this since niggas sellin nicks
  Gettin head from tricks
  Takin shorts for kicks
  Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at
  If she a dime baby moms
  Know we baggin' that
  Smack em with the gat
  (what) React that
  
  Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
  And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
  To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
  For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
  For young lords livin like old time kings
  And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
  Just a lil something for ya block to sing
  Can you relate?
  Do you feel me?
  Aiight then
  
  And to my fifth ward clique (how you like this)
  And to my dirty south thugs (how you like this)
  And to my westside niggas (yes you like this)
  And to my Chi-town gangstas keep thuggin it
  
  Connect the dots
  Merge with many a block
  My porto rock representitives blow plenty of shots
  Its love sincerely
  Even my heart
  For those that relate to this here song
  
  Thug of the age yo
  Have you noddin off like good dope
  And if the good then go regardless
  Finish it when you want to start shit
  Turn the body into carcus
  Handle mines regardless
  
  Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
  And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
  To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
  For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
  For young lords livin like old time kings
  And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
  Just a lil something for ya block to sing
  Can you relate?
  Do you feel me?
  Aiight then
  
  And for my midwest terrorists rock this
  For my New Orleans team they cant stop us
  And to my Little Rock clique y'all is heartless
  This for my Beantown dogs in the life is
  From Seattle to ping houses
  Unified States of America lets get it right shit