Mobb Deep lyrics
Mobb Deep lyrics
"Clap lyrics"
All That Rots lyrics
(Solo: "Funerary feast on the recently deceased" by S. C. McGrath) (Solo: "Manic Rottrephagia" L. d. Muerte) (Solo: "Exfodiation of pus filled stiffs for total gormandization" by S. C. McGrath) (Solo: "Exhibiting the trots from the consumption of rot" by L. d. Muerte) Wholly rotten, your body decayed, Your husk a decomposing organic sewer, Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced, Into a fustular mass of fertile manure Liquid waste expelled, With a nauseating smell, Your innards have started to turn, The stink makes my sinuses burn, With
clap(Solo: "Funerary feast on the recently deceased" by S. C. McGrath) (Solo: "Manic Rottrephagia" L. d. Muerte) (Solo: "Exfodiation of pus filled stiffs for total gormandization" by S. C. McGrath) (Solo: "Exhibiting the trots from the consumption of rot" by L. d. Muerte) Wholly rotten, your body decayed, Your husk a decomposing organic sewer, Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced, Into a fustular mass of fertile manure Liquid waste expelled, With a nauseating smell, Your innards have started to turn, The stink makes my sinuses burn, With
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[Havoc]
yo
some niggas need the henny to endure the drama
all I need is informtion on your crib and armour
when it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father
need guns get your own gas and never charter
like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
pull strings have you gettin clapped and things
my gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal
watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal
blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal
serchin for Hav is like a search through fog
how you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue
niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off
niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh)
and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
[Havoc]
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust th
A Buncha Niggas lyrics
featuring Biggie Smalls, Busta Rhymes, Guru, Rob-O, Third Eye Intro/Chorus: Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X) I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone Chorus [Third Eye] The Group Home's down yo, flippin with West and me Charge a gap quick kid, best believe it G Oh, I like to flip the script and have a track record Wreckin it swift, I'm tellin ya to heck with tell to get with the crazy hairy thinkin drinkin cripple drunken monkey style back alley freaky ass to gas technique So peak, it's about to get deep, we just kick your Third Eye
at, gimme that, nigga get clappedfeaturing Biggie Smalls, Busta Rhymes, Guru, Rob-O, Third Eye Intro/Chorus: Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X) I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone Chorus [Third Eye] The Group Home's down yo, flippin with West and me Charge a gap quick kid, best believe it G Oh, I like to flip the script and have a track record Wreckin it swift, I'm tellin ya to heck with tell to get with the crazy hairy thinkin drinkin cripple drunken monkey style back alley freaky ass to gas technique So peak, it's about to get deep, we just kick your Third Eye
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
[Prodigy]
yo yo
you bout to be another dead rapper but who know
maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
we'll see, til then,
all I know is how to get the guns in
and give it to a nigga good when he startin
fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit
you better protect that bar, i'll murder that kid
you got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin
all you get is standin ovation with mack 10's
?? and more shit we applaud it
niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with
some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
from gettin at this nigga, pardon my force
you better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too
your power is no match for my strength of wolves
nigga we came into this game on this drama shit
more money more murder thats how we live it
more diamonds more guns is the beginnin
more of this gangsta shit can wear you out
niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh)
i clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
[Havoc]
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
[Havoc]
degree in drama knowledge
you nigga just pay the homage
you niggas should be abolished
for that rappin ass garbage
to me, you just a target, easy to hit
with that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss
then its 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit
and ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures
rusty ass germs niggas already know this
kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
prada'd up, gucci'd up, died on some fly shit
regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga
any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit
so fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it
talk about cliques most infamous run with it
catch your body's ??, most niggas sick with it
and clap a nigga in the first degree
[Prodigy]
aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last
Angel In Blue lyrics
(Seth Justman) - 1981 We met in a bar Out on Chesapeake Bay With her white patent boots And her blouse red lame A table top dancer She would smile on cue Those lips of an angel Angel in blue She's been dancing for ages Though cities of bars She was kickin' the habit of scoring in cars She'd been drained of her spirit All caged in this zoo A wildcat angel Angel in blue And as she stared out into nowhere I thought, yes, I thought she might break down and cry When I whispered I thought I could love her She just said "Baby, don't even bother to try" And I watched as s
get back, move back, this is that smash(Seth Justman) - 1981 We met in a bar Out on Chesapeake Bay With her white patent boots And her blouse red lame A table top dancer She would smile on cue Those lips of an angel Angel in blue She's been dancing for ages Though cities of bars She was kickin' the habit of scoring in cars She'd been drained of her spirit All caged in this zoo A wildcat angel Angel in blue And as she stared out into nowhere I thought, yes, I thought she might break down and cry When I whispered I thought I could love her She just said "Baby, don't even bother to try" And I watched as s
this is that murder you niggas get bucked
your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked
we Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out
or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out
how heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out
take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down
so we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin
any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em
guns clap security be callin for back up
? bullets drop leavin them bagged up
why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
they spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh)
and clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
[Havoc]
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)