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    Mobb Deep

    Its Over

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Havoc]
    Yeah.. uh-huh
    Yall niggaz aint ready to die
    Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
    [Prodigy]
    Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo
    You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
    Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
    Wont catch me with the police without cuffs
    Cant press me into no threatenin position
    Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough
    Catch P fixin his pants, its cause of his gun
    You see the God, big ol chains, but cant stick him
    Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them
    Source at the thug events, yknow we hittin them
    Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
    Drugs in my system, all types of shit
    Keeps me where I wanna be, dont get me started on that
    Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is with this
    And check how we set up shop to get our chips
    Niggaz study our verse like college kids (word)
    We know you love our style, get off our dick
    (Yeah thats right, uh-huh)
    [Chorus]
    [H] Yall niggaz aint ready to die
    Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
    [P] Cause they wanna be like the reals
    And be amongst the thugs that do this for real
    [H] Yall niggaz aint ready to die
    Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
    [P] Cause you wanna do it like Hav
    And do it like P, but mad shit missin
    [Havoc]
    Yall niggaz is pussy, and aint nothin gangsta in ya
    Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and continue
    If not anything else the four-poundll spin ya
    And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can
    Believe me my hammer dont give a damn what you been through
    Its a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter
    Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
    Dont put your nose in things dont concern you
    This grown man business, yall niggaz so childish
    Im in the cut, analyzin while you fools is wildin
    Pickin my mark, and Ima clap my heat off the grip
    Murder so clean you can eat off the shit
    Im a paranoid nigga, dont get too close
    Or I might think you schemin on me, Im cockin the toast
    The game cutthroat so I killed the ref
    Mobb fallin off, baby girl dont hold your breath, breath
    (Yeah thats right, uh-huh)
    [Chorus]
    [ Its Over Lyrics ]
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