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Mobb Deep - Get at Me lyrics
[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake And you tell him personally...from me! And stay outta here! [Havoc] Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... Real loaded, in the flesh And we know where we aimin Check me out... Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter With the gat, I'm like ?? paintin that picture Listen to the words, take it as a jewel If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em Get at me, you and what army? The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift Man down, nigga it's the same shit Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision (pow) Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin [Chorus] [Havoc (Prodigy)] (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be [Prodigy] Yeah, nigga what's beef? Shotties and macks, little two-shots Four pounds and techs, arms and chest Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Just move on them niggas with excessive force And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch, Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down My niggas is here, brace yourself [Chorus] [Man talking] Now we all get to know what it's like... when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark and blow your head off... I want you to know what it's like to live that way [Prodigy] First of all, we the one and only...infamous (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) First of all, we the one and only... 'Til the name wear out. |
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