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Tytuł: In the Long Run

  • Wykonawca: Mobb Deep
  • Wy¶wietleń: 264
* (Bonus Track on CD-ROM)
  
  (Chorus / Havoc):
  Cause in the long run we could be on son
  It's on son
  Extra cash just for more guns
  
  Cause in the long run we could be on son
  It's on son
  Extra cash just for more guns
  
  Let's start the warfare....
  
  (Ty Nitty):
  Yo Ty Nitty, airforce one's call up my duns
  Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns
  Caught a body on the run
  You don't want none, lump some
  Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt
  Proceed,where that weed indeed
  Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed
  
  (Havoc):
  My whole mission, like a platoon take position
  Ain't goin in if my clique can't get in
  That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time
  Get that loot up, no doubt I bail mines
  Easy access
  Shorty straight up hit the mattress
  Have you role playin just like a actress
  My tactics leavin niggas stuck doin back flips
  I black out
  Take it to the gats
  Fuck this rap shit
  Let my niggas shine
  Rate my rhymes like a dime
  
  Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas
  
  (Prodigy):
  Yo,
  Who's the one to be made into example
  Nigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time
  What! (gunshots)
  My mobb'll get on top ya, topple ya
  Like a fall guy you fell down clown
  Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)
  Ten years later still hold a firm ground
  Nigga P thugly
  Enter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gun
  What up G?
  I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?
  Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap
  You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gats
  Got juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimp
  Let's rap a taste
  You get your little head pinched off
  Brooklyn touched you, then left you for Queens to finish off
  Fuck a ----- Keith Murray and his whole clique
  Yea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit
  Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses
  Little to your knowledge
  You almost got shot but that's aiight though
  I'm a catch ya ass again
  You fuckin immigrant ------ for two cent
  My Mobb runnin shit you fuckin Carlton Ave coward
  The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers
  
  (Chorus / Havoc):
  Cause in the long run we could be on son
  It's on son
  Extra cash just for more guns
  
  Cause in the long run we could be on son
  It's on son
  Extra cash just for more guns