Текст песни Mobb Deep - Nobody Likes Me

Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Mobb Deep
Альбом: Violator
Длительность: 04:05
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Загрузил: makaveli2006


[Prodigy] Uh Hu Uh Hu Lines pop like bottles of Mo Bonin ya ho Leave 'em open like a 20 a blow Fiening to cop more Rhymes rusty like nails Spit 'em catch lock jaw Cook shit spit it up sit it on the floor To prevent lop side I never slam the door To never get shitted on don't put my faith in whores Never let my information leak thru my forewall They say I'm all to sick cause I screen my calls No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a probable cause Keep my stash ??? while your guns get tossed Niggas live by the law then they die by the law Then I live by the gat and I'm a die by that Dun I used to be the tunnel now we regular ?spress? Son it's strictly dom bitches never catch me with rats QB where I took my first H we rep Never leave the projects and ya'll know the rest (Chorus) Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch me run Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch me run [havoc] A yo you ran, started feeling numb in your hand Felt something dripping looked down seen your arm leaking You get excited and start to panic Lucky for you, ya had your track shoes on and blew it My arch louder than a Doberman bark Sober you up, challenge your heart, see where its at I caught this on dude tried to shank me Stupid fuck frankly I pulled out and left his ass soggy Keep rhyming on the Ragu can't seem to shake it Ruger on the left side of my hips for maitnence I fix all your problems, handle it bitch Use a maytag nigga and ya won't do shit After you shot you got all emotional with mommy Laying in emergency throw the ?dease? on me Squeeller I thought you was a drug dealer thug killer but at the end you kept it realer That's why.. (chorus) [Prodigy] A yo I leave a last impression when my shit gets scared Tying to hang with the elite but a nigga got bought When it's time to mello out stare straight into stars Then I sabotage your brain with these last 8-balls With your ice grill making me laugh on your behalf Have a nigga skin graph I'm talking out of the ass Play you like the ab getting bent off, credit from poppy Nock niggas down when I get like that So start me [Havoc] I'm putting holes like the pores ??? with bacardi My gun dun step aside the place and make heads spin Are shit, it go to mobb nigga keep your distance Fake fucks keep coming out using infamous I'll say it for the last motherfucking time bitches Come with your own shit or get stomped and shot By Queens bridge at the next industry convention That's why... (chorus repeat till end)
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