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| Mobb Deep - In The Long Run Lyrics: | ||
featuring Ty Nitty * (Bonus Track on CD ROM) (Chorus / Havoc): Cause in the long run we could be on son It's on son Extra cash just for more guns Cause in the long run we could be on son It's on son Extra cash just for more guns Let's start the warfare.... (Ty Nitty): Yo Ty Nitty airforce one's call up my duns Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns Caught a body on the run You don't want none, lump some Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt Proceed,where that weed indeed Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed (Havoc): My whole mission, like a platoon take position Ain't goin in if my clique can't get in That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time Get that loot up, no doubt I bail mines Easy access Shorty straight up hit the mattress Have you role playin just like a actress My tactics leavin niggas stuck doin back flips I black out Take it to the gats Fuck this rap shit http://www.free-lyrics.org Let my niggas shine Rate my rhymes like a dime Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas (Prodigy): Yo, Who's the one to be made into example Nigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time What! (gunshots) My mobb'll get on top ya, topple ya Like a fall guy you fell down clown Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot) Ten years later still hold a firm ground Nigga P thugly Enter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gun What up G? I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that? Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gats Got juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimp Let's rap a taste You get your little head pinched off Brooklyn touched you, then left you for Queens to finish off Fuck a ----- Keith Murray and his whole clique Yea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses Little to your knowledge You almost got shot but that's aiight though I'm a catch ya ass again You fuckin immigrant ------ for two cent My Mobb runnin shit you fuckin Carlton Ave coward The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers (Chorus / Havoc): Cause in the long run we could be on son It's on son Extra cash just for more guns Cause in the long run we could be on son It's on son Extra cash just for more guns View more Mobb Deep Song Lyrics: Mobb Deep - Throw Ya Hands (In The Air) Lyrics Mobb Deep - Let A Ho Be A Ho Lyrics Mobb Deep - We Up Lyrics Mobb Deep - Bounce Lyrics Mobb Deep - Adrenaline Lyrics Mobb Deep - Allustrious Lyrics Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare Lyrics Mobb Deep - Man Down Lyrics Mobb Deep - Streets Raised Me Lyrics Mobb Deep - U.S.A. (Aiight Then) Lyrics |
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