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Mobb Deep - Back At You (Official Video) [Explicit]
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Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
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Cut Killer
Cut Killer
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Cut Killer
Cut Killer
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No doubt Yo, ashes to ashes, dust to dust Stainless steel gats, They never rust, fit to bust You get touched, blessed with the real side of life Just enough, you couldn't fight me with your strongest mic Laid down, eyes, visualize bad reception Major interference shoot your upper body section I travel like a two-two bullet, throughout your body Repped to the fullest, Queensbridge representin' Presentin', the hollow tip crew Loose lips sink ships, you talk BS i follow through Once the kite is sent, I might get bent but still planted No second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin' For the bloodshed (bloodshed), I leave that mug red (mug red) I'm like cancer can't catch me cause I done spread (done spread) Doorknob dead, enough said from the scene I fled With the paranoid thoughts runnin' round my head It's like that, war, turn the time to strike back, It's on, What the hell you said? I'll be right back With the gat, and temper, with the quitness end of era Your shorty set you up you better dead her Hunger for the cheddar, big Benz or better Armeretto sours, alcohol assumption While you, runnin' we thumpin' Due to the fact The Infamous is bumpin' Ice grill, son you frontin' It's like- It's like that, we turn-, turn a- time to strike-, strike- it's on- What the- what the hell you said, right- right- It's like- It's like that, we turn a- turn a-, strike- strike-, it's on- it's on- What the- said- said, right- right- It's like- It's like that, we turn a- turn a-, strike- strike-, it's on- it's on- What the said- said, right- right- It's like- It's like that, we turn a- turn a-, strike- strike back, it's on- What the- what the- said- said, right- right- (I'll be-, I'll be right-) Welcome to the fact that, here take that Right back at you I'm goin' at Duke Already ran through Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin' after (what is it what is it?) My forty-fifth'll make your clothes damper Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin' stainless Crimes heinous, to all my, hold your bangers Live in action, if you were dapped then relax then What's that you said? I'll be right back with MACs then Blastin', tearin' up your Fila fashion Give him what he askin', fill you in on what happened Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin' To spread team across planet, expand it Slap a, open handedly style, somethin' foul For tryin' to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles (so what) I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays Fourteen years old, shorty from round way Brick-ass cold, still pump from night to day But why did my life have to be this way? I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits My loot give recoup, razors in my shoe 'Case they try to troop me to the Island I'm known for start whylin' Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash pildin' Peep this, throwin' blows on some nose and teeth So much drama, who the hell knows we got beef with? Lift you up off your feet like ski lift Pull back the big fifth for those who riff, and those you with Then I'm on the next flight, gettin' bent in the clouds On my way down south for international crowds It's like that, war, turn the time to strike back, It's on, What the hell you said? I'll be right back It's like that, war, turn the time to strike back, It's on, What the hell you said? I'll be right back It's like that, war, turn the time to strike back, It's on, What the hell you said? I'll be right back It's like that, war, turn the time to strike back, It's on, What the hell you said? I'll be right back
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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