Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Make The Hits songtekst

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(feat. The Alchemist) 



[Intro: (Havoc) & The Alchemist] 

(Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, fo' real) 

You are now tuned into the sounds 

Handcrafted & designed, by the H A V O C 

Havoc beats, (fo' real) A-L-C talkin' 



[Verse 1: Havoc] 

You know my name, you know my pedigree 

It ain't a game, who could do this better then me? 

As far as I'm concerned, niggaz better play that position 

Their slugs will be hittin' that target, neva missin' 

And - how many times, do I gotta go through that beef 

Protectin' my shines, wit nothin' but that big heat 

I'm down to Earth, but niggaz wanna to bring it 

Up to that next level, swing, don't sing it 

But I warn y'all, tear y'all niggaz in new ass off 

Compared to Hav', nigga I'm dope, you lactose 

Pass the roach; you laughin' I'ma get that last tot 

Gangstas to fly bitches, I rap for those 

And - layin' it down, just like it's suppose to be layed 

Check mate on a nigga when my moves is made 

Don't believe? The proof is in the pudding, my nigga 

Straight face when I'm pullin' the trigger, you didn't know? 



[Chorus: Prodigy] 

Yo it's the word, you hate P? 

You hatin' on Hav?, the A-L-C? 

We gettin' doe, we got the V's 

That make your hoe come up out them panties 

And - we do it big, we +Make The Hits+ 

Y'all make the check, like it's come up off the checks 

You gettin' broke, we gettin' rich 

We got the guns that make a mess, uggghh! 



[Verse 2: The Alchemist] 

Aiyo it's time, time for me to shock and amaze 

The best out, chest out when I'm rockin' the stage 

I'm certified, A-L-C claimin' his clout 

And I'ma show you what that name's about 

And - the +Quiet Storm+ (ssshhh!) blew out the fuckin' lights 

Flood the block and overflow personal 

Trained pipes, me and H, yea we the same type 

Get the checks in the daytime and bang out in the late nights 

Plus, I'm on the grind, snatch a quarter 'mil from KOCH 

'Cause I shook the spot, it went from the bottom to the top 

(Get that) I fake then I'm swingin' the rock 

Anyway you cut the cake I get my CREAM off the top 

CREAM of the crop, on sideways, leanin' and drop 

Top speed 'til the cops give me a reason to stop 

Even in the winter season I'm hot 

Like Ripley's if you a thug, I don't know if I Believe It Or Not! 



[Chorus: Prodigy]
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