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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Mobb Deep - On the Run[Havoc] You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you folding You be the death of you, every dude, last view will be arial Put the Range on off road, the woods to bury you Never question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a state Crime or federal, task force to battle you Faggots, know what the leadll do, put ya vest on daddy Them slugs will burn like verenial, off top, take care of you Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta is savy You little raps dont grab me, the truthll hurt for they addy They drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap me Give a fuck if its tellin you, more the merry, Im marry to guns Muthafuckin polygamist, nigga, they vary Being need of some medical, livin life as vegetable Take that, think about it and dont try nothin fancy Make a move and Ill level you, like a bomb with atomic forces Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue And clog the fuck outta a vassel, and got you seeing me crystal Niggaz sweatin in they sleep, I got them sleepin with pistols Im the dope, you the fiend, fuckin right, Im fiction [Chorus 2X: Havoc] Shot a nigga from frontin, Im on the run now Nigga try to fuck with my hustle, Im on the run now Used to gettin paper, Im touchin, Im on the run now Life is so good, nigga, push me, Im on the run now [Prodigy] Nigga be duckin and slidin, cuz they know we providin All the shots for they night, they on us, we got it Its on us, you can put ya money back ya pocket Keep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbing I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some shit Now you catchin and shifts, and now Im ready to flip Without a thought, now we up in the whips We play our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dick Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin and fiendin Got her shootin at people, mad cuz they girl leave them They cant believe it, now my car change with the seasons When the spring, summer, fall, the truck drop or the t-rex I be boatin and flying, strapped in when Im driving Be on the side walking off, we truly be wilding They got billions behind em, still cant fuck with our rhyming And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin [Chorus 2X] |
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