Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Apostle's Warning songtekst

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Uhh GOD  uhh  y'know what we gotta do son!
 Y'knowhutI'msayin? Word up!
 Make that millions fam!
 No doubt! It's only there for the takings son
 Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son
 We drunk all that shit  hey yo!

 (Havoc)

 44th Side convention  Queens connection
 The Bridge be rep'tin
 Any party that we step in get they heady up
 V S O P immediately  extra bent
 Rob then out son is evident
 We stash CREAM, mansions fulfill my dream
 Ice 'reams gleam, spread love throughout the whole team
 Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations
 No conversation, bring all ya good confrontation
 You hesitatin, ass spittin, that's bad business
 for the game nigga, get out the business
 You waste space, substitute here's the briefcase
 We deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin face
 Tainted taste, send ya home back to vacate
 Get your shit together plus your mind straight

 (Prodigy)

 Yo
 My empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes
 My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes
 We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
 Dreams are growing over and my son'll live great
 Little man I'm plannin to enhance your mindstate
 The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life
 The one before me was of an even more trife
 My understandin, I'll raise you with precise plannin
 and put you on to the whole game of this planet
 But I gotta survive in order to follow thru plans to live lot-o
 Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o
 He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no hanky
 Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach
 I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats
 and when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes
 I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats
 My formulae-I live life do or die
 Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy
 Prodigy turnin niggas to protoges
 My protege I advise ya ass to make way
 Make way...for fully-auto gun spray
 You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap yea
 This man is half mad scientist-half sane
 Creative rhyme labryinth like poisonous cannabis
 Here take a toke of this daily rare roackalist
 Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locust
 Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus em
 Burn a hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shit!)
 and let the venom soak in
 You start sweatin and goin thru convulsions from dope shit I write
 Leavin niggas stuck, I let spit
 Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick
 I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst
 As dangerous as risky business fuckin with this
 Contender number one I put you on top of the list
 You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this
 But peep this (what?) fatal shots that soloplex
 Man down, now who dares to go next?
 Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks
 I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit
 Atomic, no time for calm shit
 We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit
 Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded
 Take heed to the apostle's warning
 Word up
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Albert Johnson

Componist: ?

Publisher: BMG Entertainment

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Hell on Earth (1996)

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