Текст песни Mobb Deep - Apostle's Warning

Hell On Earth
Жанр: Hardcore Rap / East Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Mobb Deep
Альбом: Hell On Earth
Длительность: 04:02
Рейтинг: 2082
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Загрузил: NeoNY


[Intro: Havoc] Uhh GOD, uhh, y'know what we gotta do son! Y'knowhutI'msayin? Word up! Make that millions fam! No doubt! It's only there for the taking son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son. We drunk all that shit, hey yo! [Havoc] 41st side convention, Queens connection, The Bridge we reppin' Any party that we step in get they Henny-up V-S-O-P immediately, extra bent, wildin' out son is evident We stash C.R.E.A.M., mansions fulfill my dream, ice 'reams gleam, spread love throughout the whole team Dominate the game, let's have a rule, condemnations, no conversation, bring on ya good confrontation You hesitatin, ass bettin, that's bad business, for the game nigga, get out the business You waste of space, substitute here's a replace, we deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin face Taint the taste, send ya home back to vacate, get your shit together plus your mind straight. [Prodigy] Yo, my Empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes, my entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes We pull off at high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate, dreams of growing old with my son to live great, little man I plan to enhance your mind state The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life, the one before me was of an even more trife My understandin’, I'll raise you with precise plannin’, and put you on to the whole game of this planet But I gotta survive in order to follow through - plans to live lot-o, me and my little kick-o, any man tryin’ to stop us he get wet-o You couldn't withstand the snakebite - there is no antidote, you put your hands too close and try to approach I won't snap at you - I'm goin’ for throats, and when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes I peeped you from deep but then you got cut close My formulae - I live life do or die, stare into the eyes of a deep wise guy Prodigy, turnin’ niggas to protégés - my protégé, I advise ya ass to make way (make way) For fully-auto gun spray, you're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap game This man is half mad scientist, half sane, creative rhyme labyrinth like poisonous cannabis Here take a toke of this daily rare vocalist, overpower y'all - tiny noise like locust/ Like sunlight through a magnifying glass I'll focus and burn - a hole straight through ya brain and leave ya open (oh shit!) And let the venom soak in, you start sweatin’ and goin through convulsions from dope shit I writ Leavin’ niggas stuck, I let stick, trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick I'll wrap you up a cocoon, get caught up in the midst, a dangerous, it’s risky business fuckin’ with this Contender number one I put you on top of the list, you're the best challenger so far I'll give you this But peep this (what?) fatal shots that solar plex Man Down, now who dares to go next? Like General Monk-Monk orders to chop necks, I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit Atomic, no time for calm shit, we hyperactive when it's time for Vietnam it Ya whole alliance gets single handed-ly bombed-ed take heed to the Apostle's Warning! Word up!
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