Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Bloodsport lyrics

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 to my man Nigga No  yo
 Killa Bee
 no doubt

 [Prodigy]
 I kick that progress
 and to that dumb nigga god bless
 I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit
 now you rock the best  scared to death while you walkin
 fuckin up the talkin  we straight up  New Yorkin
 we blowin niggas
 heart attack stroking niggas
 provoking niggas  shittin all over niggas
 you rollin thick  but sure the Mobb rollin thicker
 get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya
 but fuck that
 stickin with the gat is quicker
 scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga
 do a jaw way all day fake shit
 what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)
 and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit
 and show the world don't sweat it baby girl
 I gotta hem
 and pull the gat like a stem
 you all fucked up like a off beat blend
 I send message that you couldn't read clear
 try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear
 take it as a letter but I'm not sincere

 yo
 this ain't rap, it's bloodsport
 your life cut short, you fell short
 pressure's on high, full court
 my team form killer instincts and fire arms
 dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars
 a life of a wild rebel, who run wild
 clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down
 appear, disappear, a hydro cloud
 while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out
 Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead
 get ninja'd
 I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin'
 listen, who are you to throw your fist in?
 hit like a bitch, run like a faggot an take the whole shit
 that's it
 I had to pass here with shit
 It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get
 you want to talk tough and get all delinquent
 you find yourself all bloodied up and shameded
 me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit
 bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin
 what's up there? let's take you there and touch something
 I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that
 capable of combat, P counterattack
 in some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back
 it was a foul way to go, Kicko
 you know the ropes so...
 bloodsport motherfucker

 ay yo the rockweiler
 chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar
 and let the lights dimmin
 and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice
 fatality too
 this rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two
 to the set of prenumtual
 got paid in too comfortable
 it's all good, we don't want to humble
 and while you shinin in the spotlight
 I got this dot right
 the aimed right a stoplight
 the trife life, ain't no part two's
 when it's over it's over you hit
 now send your soldierly stool

 

 nigga, bloodsport
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Copyrights:

Author: Albert Johnson

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Entertainment

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Hell on Earth (1996)

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