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Mobb Deep - Bloodsport

Bloodsport
Mobb Deep
03:35
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Turn them headphones up, yeah!
To my man Nigga No, yo, Killa Bee, no doubt!

[Havoc:]
I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga, God bless,
I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit,
Now you rock a vest, scared to death while you walkin',
Fuck the talking, we straight up New Yorkin',
We blowin' niggas, heart attack strokin' niggas,
Provokin' niggas, shittin' all over niggas,
You rollin' thick, but, yo, the Mobb rollin' thicker,
Get that liquor, turn your back, ice pick ya,
But fuck that, sticking with the gat is quicker.
Scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga,
Do it your way all day, fake shit,
What you gonna do outta town? Play, bitch,
And run like a faggot, switch take the whole shit,
And show the world, don't sweat it, baby girl.
I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem,
You all fucked up like a offbeat blend,
I send messages that you couldn't read clear,
Try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear,
Take it as a letter but I'm not sincere.

[Prodigy:]
Yo, this ain't rap, it's blood sport, your life cut short,
You fell short, the pressure's on high, full court,
My team form killer instincts and fire arms,
Dangerous thug minds and brainstorm wars.
A life of a wild rebel, who run wild,
Click, blaow-blaow, nigga, lay down, queer, stay down!
Appear, disappear, a hydro cloud,
While you runnin' at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out,
Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead, get ninja'd,
I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin'. Listen,
Who are you to throw your fist in? Hit like a bitch,
Run like a faggot an take the whole shit,
That's it, I had to pass here with the shit,
It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get.
You want to talk tough and get all delinquent,
You find yourself all bloodied up and shameded,
Me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit,
Bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin'.
What's up there? Let's take you there and touch something,
I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic for that,
Capable of combat, P counterattack
In some hot wheels, sendin' shots out from the back,
It was a foul way to go, kicko,
You know the ropes so, bloods port, mothafucka!

[Havoc:]
Ayo, the rottweiler, chew in, chew out ass niggas,
Pull ‘em on your collar and let the lights dimmin'
And you'll be swimmin' in a puddle of reality juice,
Fatality, too, this rap shit is the bitch you shouldn't married into
The set of prenuptial, got paid and too comfortable,
It's all good, we don't want to humble,
And while you shinin' in the spotlight,
I got this dot right the aimed right a stoplight.
The trife life, ain't no part two's,
When it's over, it's over you, hit, now send your soldierly's through .

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