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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 - Get Me (Featuring Littles & Noyd)(feat. Littles, Noyd) (Get me) Uh-huh (They pretty) Uh-huh (Wit me) Uh-huh (Its crispy) Yeah! Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo. [Havoc] Yall just blowin smoke, fannin the fire Your wifey she gettin curious homie you better hide her Keep it gully baby boy, share that Easy when you see me, I dont like to get stared at Niggaz only mad cause they ass cant rap Soup the cowards up, if you want get your man clapped Yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax You got a thousand niggaz Ill do numbers with half that Catch me whylin out with a mami in Club Black Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed Yeah, if its somen Im feelin you runnin that And we dont let a thing slide baby, whats up with that? Talk on the jack like Feds, got the phone tapped Havoc make tracks, didnt know, just hold that Career aint goin so well, I got that Slide you some hot shit, nigga its a wrap! [Chorus: Havoc] See the cats in the whips wanna - get me But I got the pounds and them .9s - they pretty See me on the streets, them gorillas they - wit me Bills in the pockets, know them things is - crispy Yeah, yall niggaz pussy son Yall not known for bustin them guns So for the .9 I got beef for days Yall want it wit us dont get carried away Call the coroner [Littles] Yo, a closed mouth dont get fed, thats why I talk to him Im hungry, niggaz is eatin fo pounds, I walk through em Either you shook or your .9 spray You got a roll with sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up when them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up There aint a nigga that can cramp my style Fifteen get money, livin frozen out You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe Fore I show you what the .9 or three-eighty like Want beef muhfucker come and get me All this rap in the booth, Im wassup in the street Not a nickel get sold in the park less I eat Think different the macll spin you like the G-Unit piece [Chorus - first 1/2] [Noyd] Aiyyo, hey hey Look I walk around with my pound in a glass Puffin my haze, mixed with that dro and sprinkled some hash How I roll? Why would you ask? Know Im swingin my piece, pocket full of Gs, gun in the stash I know yall roll with the boys with the badge Thats why when yall kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh From the ave, where snitches get blast They say - no Noyd, you wont blow makin songs like that I say - homie you sell your soul to glitter, it dont last I dont get no bigger, Ima keep it realer to death Fuck is a check if you aint bustin a tec Nigga we countin the scrilla with the gun on the deck Countin the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest We hate the E-mails and the phones, the spots get blown Its +Deep+, we cant even speak in certain rooms [Chorus] [Prodigy] Nope, you get outta here, fuck outta here. Im tellin you its somethin bout them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo Its not a song, its a goddamn bomb fittin to blow They not a group, they a muhfuckin gang for sho More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh Lets not forget to mention our jewels is whoa All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc Erytime we drop a new one the streets gon go straight berserk, cause we dont play with that there They know its safe to spend they money over here Erytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack Get em all higher than Scotty could ever beam em They know its safe to spend they dough over here Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack! [Chorus] |
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