Paroles de la chanson Hoodlum par Mobb Deep

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[Havoc]
Sometimes it feels like the whole world's against me
or is it the Henny that bent me; I be in the zone
Gazing at the walls, deppressed, igging da phone
They take personal, but only a minor few can understand
what it's feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(No doubt)
I'm still breathing. You a muss son, we full bread
You ain't my dogg, trying to infiltrate the click is you?
I get wit you, handle that on a later note.
We o'er-dose, everyday the death is so close
I'm trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..

Ready for the bad news 'til da phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm ingrate over my head seeking revenge, son
Bent son, on your behalf trying to laugh

[Prodigy]
Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns
play to hum, for real sons, leaning back checking out the action
On the benches, we drinkin X's
Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this...
Shark lit, burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidz
and blow all hell fire out ya empire
The livest wire couldn't make my mobb expire or retire
I'm letting off 'til my arms tired

You sit quiet wit my head full of riot.
High wires, it's clear for your ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz rap this year
'96-I lost my dun; '97-It got worse..
To mine the other team gotta get murked,
And sat down you play the background when shots sound off
Flashbacks of how my mans is gone, KB forever in my memory
I spill some Henny then I keep it moving

{Chorus}:
Yo, do our thing, hold it down, we got this, lockin' this
Ain't nobody stoppin this, Rakim and Imfamous
Wreck the hood for you and yours-No doubt crash the bars
And you don't really wanna go against the source

[Big Noyd]
Surprise open your eyes, peep the foulness, the wildness
Its bug, thugs in the projects, you holiday thugs
Ease up, all that illin and grillin
get ya melon lit up, you niggaz is butt
You want me, I'm right in QB, what?
Where you find me at, sippin Congac from a cup
With my heat next to my nuts
Never been afraid to pull it and bust
Slug rushes to your head like dust
But that wasn't enough, this one was kinda tough
he squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black
With these queens cats
I got dreams, raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop that

In fact black, if you come at me don't come sloppy
All my baby girl got is her papi to guide her
through this world of hatred
And I die to see that she make it
and die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, UM...

[Rakim]
Yo, you wanna come test, son it's massive stress
Penalty's is death, pay your last respects
We harass your rep, if you shlep or half-step
We adapt to see who we can master next
After sex pass the bless for after effects
relax the stress, through mad physac, mad connects
Cash the check, to get assets we blast Tecs
Dealing with the mental aspects of chess

So retreat your troops, if you dunns come to shoot
get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep them leary of the deadly 7-MC 30
soon as they hear me I release Lyrics of Fury
And quick to say a poem to ricochet in your dome
My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home
so I can get the cheddar and be the better trend-setter
The 18th Letter Forever

{Chorus 2X}

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