Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Can't Fuck Wit lyrics

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[Intro: Havoc  (Prodigy)]
 Yeah... yeah... yeah (Let it go... let it go)
 Yo  that's right (uh huh  uh huh  uh huh)
 Yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah
 Yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah (That's right)
 Oh  yeah (Check it out  tell 'em  dunn)
 Oh...

 [Chorus x2: Havoc]
 Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh)
 Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh)
 Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
 Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

 [Havoc]
 Yo, if I sat at wrote a verse for all the niggaz I hated
 Most definately, if not you, kill somebody belated
 Sound foul with a subject, dunn, no women or kids
 Dump you up under a bridge in a cardboard box
 I'm like nothin to do wit it, believe it or not
 I'm washin my hands to get bent with Henney or rock
 Up in the rep bangin my chest off, pealin my socks
 Niggaz do it to death, I sleep with my 6 cocked
 Like Henney rock, one sip, ya love it a lot
 While you sleepin, I'm creapin wit the intricate plot
 Cuz picture me up in the morgue, way before my time
 Picture you tryin to get my while I'm still tryin to get mines
 Asshole, have ya brain lookin like Castro
 Dunn, I heard you wanted me (be careful what you ask for)
 Bitch, if I buck you, damn Short snitched
 The nigga just mad cuz he can't cop crisp

 [Chorus x2]

 [Raekwon]
 I observe the dread, winter time, big shot in my leg
 Blood barrels, a big thick Benneton keg
 Razor glass full, salute all teflon, shoot wit the left arm
 We sleepin wit nukes, the blood is shed warm
 High-voltage guns, nuns wit jums in the gums
 Razors, lazers, bulletproof blazers
 Yo, remind what the team chanted
 They bought the jewel from a don wit a king-sized hat on, slanted
 Kangol wit Bentol, ya mental, mid-war
 Spill Hen' in the store, that's for the own'
 Blaze wit a bent 4, yo these laws is your's
 When we pour gasoline all in ya pours and draws
 So decievin, flow speed change, lay him down, empty breathin
 Instead of these leaks, we leave the weak weapin
 Operation: apparatus, spray shots through ya grey Stratus
 Straight up status for maggots

 [Chorus x2]

 [Prodigy]
 Soldier boys stay on ya toes, be on ya P's and Q's
 Keep ya eyes bright comin out ya buildin, duke
 You might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya death
 Niggaz slumber, I put 'em in a deep coma
 I keep guns cuz it's like that, you figure it out
 I got an arson for niggaz tryin to figure me out
 You ain't a killa, you just talk more, runnin ya mouth
 The type of nigga, we'll stomp out and bloody down
 Look, we a Mobb for real, don't let the LP's twist it
 Cut me a cheque cuz I don't talk business
 Drop anthems worth millions and spend millions
 Take trips with my niggaz to the Keys on the weekends
 Serious jewels, pissy off the fruits
 Dunn, we move like the marines, move when we come through
 Seduce bitches dizzy, half they friends and they moms wanna hit me
 Y'all know my stiggity

 [Chorus x2]

 [Outro: Havoc]
 Yeah, yeah
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Loud Records, LLC

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Murda Muzik (2018)

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