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- Mobb Deep Click Click 歌词
- Mobb Deep
- We get that paper baby boy
It's easy
You want to be who
You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500
Or the Porsche
Roof open
And I know that you're hopin'
That I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere
Hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that
Much room for all us
Limited space
The game like a tour bus
I won't break
I just take
Take and take
Rape and rape
The game til there's
No more cake
Snitch ass niggaz
Givin' up identities
Ain't my fortmakin' pennies
They soft like ice cream
Sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like leavin' nowhere
To be found but buried
The gun won't fail me
The money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby
It ain't that easy
Niggaz leave prints
Cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy
I see right through 'em
The AK'll do em
Like nobody 'em
Stop it's best that
You keep it movin'
You'll get shot
We ain't lickin' niggaz
We ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots
The f**k out of here
Oh man homey
Hate to do you like this
Oh man homey
When the tooley
Go click click click
We ain't lickin' niggaz
We ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots
The f**k out of here
Oh man homey
Hate to do you like this
Oh man homey
When the tooley
Go click click click
It's the young high-roller
The talk of New York
David got my neck lookin'
Like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush
And the wheels are the
Size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money
That's fifty-one billion
Six hundred ki's
That's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood
With Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel
I trashed my phone
Listen homes
Everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims
Both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car
I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim
You a human taco
Meetin' shells
Yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up
She in Harvard and Yale yeah
We ain't lickin' niggaz
We ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots
The f**k out of here
Oh man homey
Hate to do you like this
Oh man homey
When the tooley
Go click click click
We ain't lickin' niggaz
We ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots
The f**k out of here
Oh man homey
Hate to do you like this
Oh man homey
When the tooley
Go click click click
You see me rollin'
Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin'
Out the coup
Then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin'
Two miles an hour
With my seat low
Cause I'll hop up out
The roof with fully-autos
And embed it in your brain
It's like fee fie foe fum
I smell the blood
Of a jealous ass punk
One two three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off
And cook the block
Old people
The pets and the kids
Whoever in the way
Them strays gon' hit
And we don't give a f**k
About the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan
This Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence
It's nothin' to me
F**k 'em they don't
Give a f**k about P
If they could kill me
Believe me they would
That's why I set it off
And I get 'em real good
When them street
Lights come on nigga
You best have
Your gun on nigga
Cause tonight we ride (Growl)
And you die (Growl)
As soon as I walk up
Or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz
We ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots
The f**k out of here
Oh man homey
Hate to do you like this
Oh man homey
When the tooley
Go click click click
We ain't lickin' niggaz
We ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots
The f**k out of here
Oh man homey
Hate to do you like this
Oh man homey
When the tooley
Go click click click
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