Mobb Deep - Bloodsport lyrics

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Mobb Deep - Bloodsport lyrics

Turn them heaadphones up Yeah To my man n***a-no, yo k**a bee No doubt [prodigy] I kick that progress And to that dumb n***a god bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullsh** Now you rock the best, scared to d**h while you walkin f**in up the talkin, we straight up, new yorkin We blowin n***as Heart attack stroking n***as Provoking n***as, sh**tin all over n***as You rollin thick, but sure the mobb rollin thicker Get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya But f** that Stickin with the gat is quicker Scared to come around my corner, you a** n***a Do a jaw way all day fake sh** What you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch) And run like a f*ggot switch take the whole sh** And show the world don't sweat it baby girl I gotta hem And pull the gat like a stem You all f**ed up like a off beat blend I send message that you couldn't read clear Try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear Take it as a letter but i'm not sincere Yo This ain't rap, it's bloodsport Your life cut short, you fell short Pressure's on high, full court My team form k**er instincts and fire arms Dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars A life of a wild rebel, who run wild Clik (blaow-blaow) n***a lay down (blaow) fool stay down Appear, disappear, a hydro cloud While you running at the mouth a hundred miles, i'm out Mobb deep style from the depths of hempstead Get ninja'd I creep quiet, keep the live n***a inchin' Listen, who are you to throw your fist in? Hit like a b**h, run like a f*ggot an take the whole sh** That's it I had to pa** here with sh** It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get You want to talk tough and get all delinquent You find yourself all bloodied up and shameded Me and my man pioneered this violent n***a rap sh** Bust a gat, give me no fear of that, i'm laughin What's up there? let's take you there and touch something I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that Capable of combat, p counterattack In some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back It was a foul way to go, kicko You know the ropes so... Bloodsport motherf**er Ay yo the rockweiler Chew in chew out a** n***as, pull em on your collar And let the lights dimmin And you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice Fatality too This rap is the b**h, you shouldn't marry the two To the set of prenumtual Got paid in too comfortable It's all good, we don't want to humble And while you shinin in the spotlight I got this dot right The aimed right a stoplight The trife life, ain't no part two's When it's over it's over you hit Now send your soldierly stool n***a, bloodsport

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