作词 : Albert Johnson/T. Perry/Alfred Bryan/Kejuan Muchita 作曲 : Albert Johnson/T. Perry/Alfred Bryan/Kejuan Muchita Get me Uh huh
They pretty
Uh huh
Wit me Uh huh
It's crispy
Yeah
Whoo
Uh huh uh huh yo
Y'all just blowing smoke fan in the fire Your wife is getting curious homie you better hide her Keep it gully baby boy share that Easy when you see me I don't like to get stared at ****** only mad cause they asses can't rap Soup the cowards up if you want get your man clapped Yeah sealed signed delivered anthrax
You got a thousand ****** I'll do numbers with half that Catch me whyling out with a mami in Club Black Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed Yeah if it's some'n I'm feeling you running that And we don't let a thing slide baby what's up with that Talk on the jack like Feds got the phone tapped Havoc make tracks didn't know just hold that Career ain't going so well I got that Slide you some hot s*it ***** it's a wrap See the cats in the whips wanna get me But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy Yeah y'all ****** ***** son
Y'all not known for busting them guns So for the 9 I got beef for days Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away Call the coroner Yo a closed mouth don't get fed that's why I talk to him I'm hungry ****** is eating fo' pounds I walk through 'em Either you shook or your 9 spray You got a row of sixteen and a clip one in the head Around my way **** with my money you be shot the **** up The name Littles got the streets locked the **** up Dumped off the bridge body mopped the **** up When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the **** up There ain't a ***** that can cramp my style Fifteen get money living frozen out You cowards softer than a ***** get a baby wipe 'Fore I show you what the 9 or three eighty like Want beef m**********r come and get me All this rap in the booth or whassup in the street Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat Think different the mac'll spin you like the G Unit piece See the cats in the whips wanna get me But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy Aiyyo hey hey Look I walk around with my pound in a glass Puffin my haze missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash How I roll Why would you ask Know I'm swinging my piece pocket full of G's gun in the stash I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge That's why when you kick that gangsta rap homie I just laugh From the ave where snitches get blast They say no Noyd you won't blow making songs like that I say homie you sell your soul to glitter it don't last I don't get no bigger I'mma keep it realer to death **** is a check if you ain't busting a tec ***** we counting the scrilla with the gun on the deck Counting the gang that snaps think how many straps and vests We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest We hate the E-mails and the phones the spots get blown It's deep we can't even speak in certain rooms See the cats in the whips wanna get me But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy Yeah y'all ****** ***** son
Y'all not known for busting them guns
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away Call the coroner I'm telling you it's something 'bout them Mobb Deep boys they no joke They blood thirsty for that rap music yo It's not a song it's a goddamn bomb fitting to blow They not a group they a ************* gang for show More than a gang we more like a troop and oh Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa All our guns get blown all my fools is loc Every time we drop a new one the streets gon' go Straight berserk cause we don't play with that there They know it's safe to spend they money over here Every time they cop from somebody else the s*it wack That s*it there is doo doo the s*it here is crack Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em They know it's safe to spend they dough over here **** that new s*it they high wear off too fast Them ****** got garbage this is that smack See the cats in the whips wanna get me But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy Yeah y'all ****** ***** son
Y'all not known for busting them guns So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away Call the coroner
[00:00.000] 作词 : Albert Johnson/T. Perry/Alfred Bryan/Kejuan Muchita [00:01.000] 作曲 : Albert Johnson/T. Perry/Alfred Bryan/Kejuan Muchita [00:03.48]Get me [00:04.35]Uh huh [00:04.72] [00:05.63]They pretty [00:06.05] [00:06.72]Uh huh [00:07.26] [00:08.27]Wit me [00:09.05]Uh huh [00:09.49] [00:10.53]It's crispy [00:10.90] [00:11.74]Yeah [00:11.94] [00:14.25]Whoo [00:14.49] [00:16.60]Uh huh uh huh yo [00:20.58] [00:21.81]Y'all just blowing smoke fan in the fire [00:23.78]Your wife is getting curious homie you better hide her [00:26.31]Keep it gully baby boy share that [00:28.50]Easy when you see me I don't like to get stared at [00:30.88]****** only mad cause they asses can't rap [00:33.22]Soup the cowards up if you want get your man clapped [00:35.92]Yeah sealed signed delivered anthrax [00:37.55] [00:38.24]You got a thousand ****** I'll do numbers with half that [00:40.78]Catch me whyling out with a mami in Club Black [00:43.02]Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed [00:45.40]Yeah if it's some'n I'm feeling you running that [00:47.87]And we don't let a thing slide baby what's up with that [00:50.43]Talk on the jack like Feds got the phone tapped [00:53.21]Havoc make tracks didn't know just hold that [00:55.80]Career ain't going so well I got that [00:58.31]Slide you some hot s*it ***** it's a wrap [01:00.49]See the cats in the whips wanna get me [01:02.53]But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty [01:04.88]See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me [01:07.37]Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy [01:09.97]Yeah y'all ****** ***** son [01:11.59] [01:12.11]Y'all not known for busting them guns [01:14.46]So for the 9 I got beef for days [01:17.33]Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away [01:19.26]Call the coroner [01:19.86]Yo a closed mouth don't get fed that's why I talk to him [01:22.50]I'm hungry ****** is eating fo' pounds I walk through 'em [01:24.74]Either you shook or your 9 spray [01:26.57]You got a row of sixteen and a clip one in the head [01:29.25]Around my way [01:30.16]**** with my money you be shot the **** up [01:32.39]The name Littles got the streets locked the **** up [01:34.91]Dumped off the bridge body mopped the **** up [01:37.21]When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the **** up [01:39.90]There ain't a ***** that can cramp my style [01:41.97]Fifteen get money living frozen out [01:44.18]You cowards softer than a ***** get a baby wipe [01:46.90]'Fore I show you what the 9 or three eighty like [01:49.09]Want beef m**********r come and get me [01:51.37]All this rap in the booth or whassup in the street [01:53.98]Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat [01:56.58]Think different the mac'll spin you like the G Unit piece [01:59.07]See the cats in the whips wanna get me [02:01.09]But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty [02:03.27]See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me [02:05.86]Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy [02:07.91]Aiyyo hey hey [02:08.53]Look I walk around with my pound in a glass [02:10.68]Puffin my haze missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash [02:13.67]How I roll [02:14.32]Why would you ask [02:15.32]Know I'm swinging my piece pocket full of G's gun in the stash [02:18.38]I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge [02:20.51]That's why when you kick that gangsta rap homie I just laugh [02:23.42]From the ave where snitches get blast [02:25.39]They say no Noyd you won't blow making songs like that [02:28.12]I say homie you sell your soul to glitter it don't last [02:30.65]I don't get no bigger I'mma keep it realer to death [02:33.08]**** is a check if you ain't busting a tec [02:35.34]***** we counting the scrilla with the gun on the deck [02:37.73]Counting the gang that snaps think how many straps and vests [02:40.15]We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest [02:42.64]We hate the E-mails and the phones the spots get blown [02:45.37]It's deep we can't even speak in certain rooms [02:47.61]See the cats in the whips wanna get me [02:49.82]But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty [02:52.19]See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me [02:54.74]Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy [02:57.00]Yeah y'all ****** ***** son [02:58.97] [02:59.81]Y'all not known for busting them guns [03:01.49] [03:02.19]So for the 9 I got beef for days [03:04.16] [03:04.72]Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away [03:06.50]Call the coroner [03:07.61]I'm telling you it's something 'bout them Mobb Deep boys they no joke [03:09.78]They blood thirsty for that rap music yo [03:12.15]It's not a song it's a goddamn bomb fitting to blow [03:14.46]They not a group they a ************* gang for show [03:16.94]More than a gang we more like a troop and oh [03:19.44]Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa [03:21.74]All our guns get blown all my fools is loc [03:24.29]Every time we drop a new one the streets gon' go [03:26.93]Straight berserk cause we don't play with that there [03:29.59]They know it's safe to spend they money over here [03:31.85]Every time they cop from somebody else the s*it wack [03:34.40]That s*it there is doo doo the s*it here is crack [03:36.72]Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em [03:39.02]They know it's safe to spend they dough over here [03:41.53]**** that new s*it they high wear off too fast [03:44.03]Them ****** got garbage this is that smack [03:46.17]See the cats in the whips wanna get me [03:48.37]But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty [03:50.64]See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me [03:53.06]Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy [03:55.54]Yeah y'all ****** ***** son [03:57.45] [03:58.24]Y'all not known for busting them guns [04:00.70]So for the 9 I got beef for days [04:02.70] [04:03.22]Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away [04:05.33]Call the coroner
