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be dead - prodigy of mobb deep lyrics

[chorus: prodigy]
g*unit’s, the only way you could win
you not on our side then you might as well be dead
you don’t like p
you could give me head
you don’t got a hav beat then you ain’t got sh*t
50 cent, he the new top dog
hate it or love, we the new underdogs
g*unit’s, the only way you could win
you not on our side then you might as well be dead

[verse 1: prodigy]
you know i’m bustin’ heads
know i’ll k!ll ya b*tch
know i’ll hit you, your mom’s and your kids
know it’s not a game
you know i don’t care
you know if i get caught i got money for the bail
you know if i blow trial i got stomach for sale
pokin’ n*ggas up, reppin’ g*unit still
mobb deep, n*gga the name hold weight
seals on my d*ck bringin’ weapons to my gate
f*ck pc i got pc in here
you know if gp you touch you get dead
there’s power on the street
there’s power in the pen, n*gga we so strong there’s no way you could win
i’m out in california
f*ckin’ with the crips, i know a few bloods but i’m color blind, b*tch
em said “p, man, welcome to the fam”
said anybody touch the white boy get dead
[chorus: prodigy & tony yayo]
g*unit’s, the only way you could win
you not on our side then you might as well be dead
you don’t like p
you could give me head
you don’t got a hav beat then you ain’t got sh*t
50 cent, he the new top dog
hate it or love, we the new underdogs (yeah, yeah)
g*unit’s, the only way (yo hav, p what up?, alchemist) you could win
you not on our side (yeah whoo kid) (this muhf*ckin’ whoo kid you know what time it is, let’s go) then you might as well be dead (m.o.p.)

[verse 2: tony yayo]
i’m like pootie tang they scream when i breathe on a track
but still got coke you should see my come back
and these so*called rappers, claimin’ these cities
are softer than silicone and saline tities, i’m gettin’ rich
n*ggas gettin’ gyro money, a buck twenty on my neck that’s pyro money
summer time it’s white t’s, winter time it’s furs
come through stuntin’ in that bentley flyin’ spur
me and p ride around wit them germen rugers
it’ll have your mom’s missin’ like that chick in aruba
i’m a shooter, gangsta like a blood or a hoover
your b*tch looked at my watch, you know i’ma scoop her, come on!

[outro: tony yayo]
yeah n*gga, heh
it’s motherf*ckin’ rap juggernauts, n*gga
hollywood hav
los vegas p, n*gga
b*tches think i look like morris chestnut, call me tony chestnut now
heh, lloyd banks, blue hefner, heh
young buck, buck marley, n*gga
m.o.p
[?] [?]
bill, we gettin’ all this f*ckin’ money, olivia the dutchess, n*gga
50, curtis interscope jackson
alchemist in this motherf*cker
shout to eminem
after mathers marshall, n*gga you know what time it is
stat quo, d12
we gettin’ all this, mother, f*ckin’ money
don’t it make you mad?
heh
yo p, man
them porsches lookin’ nice, we need to go through the bridge real quick, man
there’s some hoes in the projects
or you know go through 40 baisley maybe [?] [?]
y’all n*ggas could shoot at my truck
i just copped the bulletproof
so did 50 and banks, y’all could shoot at it if you want to, i don’t give a f*ck
yeah n*gga
and we fresh off tour
everybody’s pizzeling, pizzeling mean gettin’ p*ssy
i’m f*ckin’ every night
so ya’ll n*ggas that’s in the hood listenin’ to this
please be gassed and my albums comin’ august 30th
thoughts of a motherf*ckin’ predicate felon, i’ma laugh when my numbers come back, c*cksucker
go pick it up
g*unit, n*gga
rap juggernauts, we run this sh*t
heh ha ha

- prodigy of mobb deep lyrics

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