Right Back at You — текст песни (Mobb Deep)





(prodigy)

Yea, yea, check it out

Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever

We can die together

As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense

I dont give a fuk about my prescence

Im lost in the blocks of hate and cant wait

For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate

Im lethal when I see you, there is no sequel

24-7. mac 11 is my people

So why you wanna end your little life like this

Cuz now you bump head wit kids thats lifeless

I live by the day only if I survive the last night

Damn, right, I aint trying to fight

We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor

My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore

Ways of action, I grab the gat and

Aint no turning back when I start blasting

Pick up the handle and insert the potion

Cock the shit back in a calm like motion

No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger

Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born



(chorus)

I put the glock on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew

Lets get it on nigga, do what we gotta do

You bucking me, Im bucking right back at you



Chorus



(havoc)

Fuk where youre at kid, its where youre from

Cuz where Im from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns

Around my way, niggaz dont got no remorse for out of towners

Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder

The loud sounder, ear ringer

And Im a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers

You got a real ice grill but are you really real

Step to the hill and Im a test your gun skills

Cuz real niggaz dont try to profile

You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle

But swing that bullshit this way

And Im a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay

Queensbridge, thats where Im from

The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done

6 blocks and you might not make it through

What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you

Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush

You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk

What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you

To come out your face, now I have to wet you

Throw on my tims, black mask and black ? serpent?

Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the j-30



Chorus



(rae and ghostface)

Whos the richest nigga in the project, who got it live

Rocking convertibles, frop tops and mad high

Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team

Whos organize, all eyeballs is on cream

And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit

Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks

Your whole crews ravishing, teams untouchable

In the jungle, banging nas, mobb deep and wu

Theres money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons

Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns

You know whats out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran

Sealed tight, keep the freshness, thats how we expand

Masked avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender

Get ninjaed on the island, plus the bridge, boy remember



(big noyd)

My little thugs selling drugs and hes struggling

The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin

But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects

But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect

But is his brain insane from the lye

From smoking that 118 ? chiny tye?

Why, a nigga just died last week

As he swore he was growing, hes a thug in the street

But its like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac

His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back

But Im stressed and he need to be blessed

Wit a firepack, dont even go there cuz it aint like that

Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me

You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me

Then he was swayze, the shot must of dazed me

Thugs selling drug, busting slugs, but he aint crazy



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