Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Get Dealt With songtekst

Je score:

I got my clique ready  ready for hand to hand combo
 Harms break em down  rapper Noyd cut his throat
 Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
 Each twin grab a arm  pick this nigga up
 Knitty turn his face to me  let me break him up
 I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
 it almost took his whole face off
 We got to take position  ready for faceoff
 With blitz like Dallas ain't no Superbowl faceoff
 We form like niggas in the yard up north
 with long swords, ready for war, who paid cost
 and take ya life lost, never found again boss
 A job well done, relax, throw back fifths
 of Bacardi Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit
 Fuckin with the fabulous Mobb, yeah you were sick
 Lunatic nigga jump up or got hit
 with max and Teks and silencers spit
 Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit
 That's the sound of a nigga who almost felt it
 Got you runnin, dodgin, coverin, shelterin
 Bullets rippin thru the fabric of ya shirt, it's meltin it
 You bleed again, we just another nigga dealt with
 Intruder Alert! Our house is nothin like the Covenant
 We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven

 (Havoc)

 Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
 Simple minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
 That's opposition, wetttin me competition
 Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
 by myself, by myself and rollin mad trees
 Paranoid on point and now I see who's who
 This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew
 Life I take one if you jeopardise my do
 You're small mi-nute, gotta death to deal with aces up
 You overbidded and in the Bridge you go stuck
 This ain't a card game but in perspective it's the same
 Put two and two together-Mobb Deep with one name
 Contain drama like Outbreak, you order drama
 We outtake and then take you out
 Keep it real and throw the fake out
 Raise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste up
 That's how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up
 Butter beats bangin got ya whole clique singin
 on a corner while it's rainin, 4 pound left cha ears ringin
 Delete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhyme
 Totally offbeat and outta sync with they light
 E & J bent tight, niggas slow ya roll
 Ya ??? now ya bleedin tonight for no reason
 Wanna be max and does get smacked, show no love
 Crush ya team like the bear hug
 The Infamous'll do dirt, dead as smear like mud
 New York new get-it-greens, I feel no pity
 no remorse, takin it to the source of course
 Bare that ass thug real kid, it's only your mask
 that you wear, take off
 Cop out feel the blast BOOM on top BOOM BOOM gat-for-gat
 And all the rules got the drop on you
 And let the nickel nine pop on you

 (Prodigy)

 Yo
 My crew in the front got it locked
 My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin out'cha back
 What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact
 Starin all up in ya cornea, ya cornea lack
 the look of a true-to-life, crime niggas attack
 Go at the first nigga that front and overread
 Ya get dealt with

 Chorus:

 Dealt with quick
 Eye position get melted by hot shit, he felt it
 *repeat x 2
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Albert Johnson

Componist: ?

Publisher: BMG Entertainment

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Life of the Infamous (2006)

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