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[Havoc]
Yo..
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
that can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin green thats keepin us goin
Allah Havoc gettin right, on them 747
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
that can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin green thats keepin us goin
Unconditional love showin
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Forty decide, on the First side right
[Prodigy]
Me and my Dunns come from the slums
You cant take the slums out my Dunns
and thats how it is, thats how we live
Sometimes I find myself wearin the same shit for days
not carin, bout what they gon think or say
I got that, "I dont give a fuck" in me, its stuck in me
Thats how I vantage over yall niggaz, yall too pretty
We too gritty, like Sanford and Son (what)
Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on
See we the top rap niggaz, the Q-Dogs
You got a lot of nerve, puttin out them songs
knowin that my niggaz come strong, so lets get it on
We just gettin warm, Operation "Quiet Storm"
Silent wars or we silence the fours
Half P and Is got it in the smash for sure
Now its movies and soundtracks
This is where your career stop at
[Nas]
Aiyyo I drink to that
Im like a dictionary, yall rappers exam me
You ballet? They read your obituary, in front your family
You should idolize Nas in the flesh
Dont wait til Im dead, to say I was the best, no doubt
We shot hoops with coathangers, got loot with dopeslangers
Sold soap to strangers, joked with danger
Rob prostitutes, dodge cops in hot pursuit
Bought weight from rosters, travel hot routes
O.T. commute back and forth
Tell shorty get that package off
Fuck bein trapped up North, being told where to eat and shit
Caught a case then I beat the shit
Theives on the block flash badges, nylon jackets
Big white boys with guns yellin, "Freeze black kids!"
Got my niggaz in the pen, eatin octopus
Wishin they was on the blocks with us
to watch me and P do it (uh) put the heat to it (uh)
Put it out, first day, the whole street knew it
Bitches, hold they pussies and bop to the music
and think deep to it, now who the truest?
[Mobb Deep]
Yo..
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
that can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin green thats keepin us goin
Allah Havoc gettin right, on them 747
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
that can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin green thats keepin us goin
Unconditional love showin
Yo you fam to me, and only family
that can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin green thats keepin us goin
Unconditional love showin
Are you fam to me, and only fam to me
that can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
[Prodigy]
Dirty fingernails, reachin in my pocket pullin knots out
I daydream of better days, in different ways
out this lifestyle we live, iced out with the big fifth
Thats why the burnt leather lean to the left
Even though we gained cash on fish
Im trapped on reason bein we aint all rich
And Ima be that same nigga for the door
And Ima still walk the same path, we soon clash
We get stacks, you do the math
We pound niggaz out, walk away and laugh
Fresh from out the lab, P and Nastradamus kid
Rap niggaz shit they drawers
[Nas]
Yo they probably did
I aircondition yall niggaz, my prediction is you rewind this
Your highness, Q-Boros finest
Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas
Grant you a wish, you get rich while listenin hard
To my thugs in the prisonyard, bench-pressin 200 pounds and up
Feelin like you down on your luck
Raise up, I feel your pain, hit the law library
Appeal the game, all eyes on me
Restrained from, bein looked at, as uncivilized
We epitomize thug song, yall niggaz get mad
Jealous rappers is puss, aint got no style
no heart and no look, shook
Get stole on, my niggaz move right in the moonlight
Yall niggaz get done, I pee on them son, they a small issue
We too official, blue steel pistols
Teflon vests, its no contest we hit you
[Mobb Deep]
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
that can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin green thats keepin us goin
Unconditional love showin
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Forty decide, Forty-First side right
Yeah youknahmsayin? Not for nuttin baby
Knahmsayin wanna give a shout out to my peoples
YouknowhatImean? Gamble, Ill Will
Killa Black, my brother
Its never gonna be another
Word up..
Yeah, you know how we do things |
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