My Gats Spitting (Clean Album Version)-Mobb Deep featuring Lil Mo

作词 : Chandler, Cooper, Johnson ... (Verse One: Havoc) Is it real like *z claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a sh*t bad Lay the f**k up, suck it through from a tube a million dollars won't even put my feet in his shoes (check it out) *z lose they life, hear as nature and *z die when...tryin', I'm gangsta, *z Straight p**sy, I can smell that sh*t There's only one way that I can duse that sh*t Slugs comin' through, better move that sh*t He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that sh*t Them QB *z, too grimey for y'all We stick together, f**k what you heard in the song The 41st Side, and that love go long *z screamin' out, "dunn" and we put y'all on... Chorus: Havoc (2x) So f**k y'all *z Buck y'all *z Ain't no way you can touch my *z Try my ni**a Die my ni**a All y'all *z...my gats spittin' (Verse Two: Infamous Mobb) Aiyo You feel my *z when we come through, thuggin' it You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government I'm 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly You f**kin' with veterans who's better than us, The In-fa-mous, We crush crab *z to dust and sweep-o-mop When the heat raise up, ain't no ifs, ands, or buts The most scandalous, make your blood rush through your body like it ain't never did before We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all My spirit is torn My guns is long My team is strong We king kong *z when the heat is on And no matter if I'm wrong or right, believe me, I'm right If anything else, ni**a prepare to fight like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up or, buckle up and get shot the f**k down 'cause we got 4 pounds that don't make no sounds Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy Believe me, it's far from what you see on tv, It's real life drama, you wouldn't want to be me... Chorus: Havoc (2x) So f**k y'all *z Buck y'all *z Ain't no way you can touch my *z Try my ni**a Die my ni**a All y'all *z...my gats spittin' (Verse Three: Prodigy) Aiyo, There ain't no *z on the face of the map, f**kin' with this Infamous, y'all, that dominant mall Just park your attention on my dogs, it's us We the ones with that d**e sh*t, that cold crush We burn 'em up, turn it up, it's on We gonna do it 'til it death us, f**k yo' thoughts *z be plottin' to dead us, they move in veine Get they head bust open, it's not a thing So rap fo' these *z My team is tough It's not a game, motherf**ka We cleanin' up Gettin' that money, motherf**ka You king or what We use your head, dunn, it's right there Get you some You lack strength, motherf**ka Better get you some For's me, I'm more than a family, dunn and we handles our business and continue to bang and chump *z Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer Chorus: Havoc (2x) So f**k y'all *z Buck y'all *z Ain't no way you can touch my *z Try my ni**a Die my ni**a All y'all *z...my gats spittin'