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| Das Efx Miscellaneous Microphone Master (41st Side Remix) Chorus: das efx & mobb deep Miggity microphone master, funky rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, and we the niggas making paper Miggity microphone master, yeah about to get live Striggity straight from the sewer and the 41st side Verse one: prodigy The infamous mobb and das now listen Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in Rapping school, keep the key in the ignition When we get back nigga, we shine and glisten Your seven do his thing with percision No time for broke living, i'm trying to see addition Food to fill my kitchen So faggot kids snitch and give info Do a drive by in a stolen black pinto With tinted windows, bullets will flury through your system Your man ran looking for him because he missed him But catch him on the rebound but see now Trying to get this money or try to stop me, what's it gonna be now? You stand up to my crew and get laid down On the ground with teh big four pound, he hear the sound On the other side of town, where caps get peeled Break you off love love, give you something to feel Das efx, mobb deep, niggas holding it down Run and flex ask mc's ?john be down? Eager to please rap niggas get back smacked with pist-als Forced to exile, back in the nile Verse two: dray Well now ease up selector, i bring it on again This is for all my niggas doing time up in the fucking pen How y'all been? i can't forget my niggas who got left back, f that And all my honeys chilling out in lefrack Sent this, we gets busy with no followers Stomp you then you throw the towel up, make you roll the owl up Niggas mount up, it's the infamous with the sewer Go to queens and get my weed for one cent and ??? Check one two ah, blew ya, out the box like stella Coming from the under with the thunder like shelly Really, we coming deep just like the mobb Nigga, rhyming is my job but you can wind up getting robbed Anyway, in a day, or night it don't matter It's me that nigga p, how fick and a jibba jabba- Jaw, we bring it raw without a doubt It's the infamous and das efx here to turn it out Chorus x2 Verse three: havoc Ayo kid what you gonna do with that black deuce deuce? Hit you up, take the cash, and slug through the roof Taking yours to survive, it's all a matter of time I'm snatching, living grimey, running never look back The buddha evil got me acting like that Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon Since my born i was doomed to find to one room Now you's a customer, copping for natural born hustlers That's what he thought, son, stupid kid you get extorted Stop smiling, be still don't nothing move but the money The infamous gat clappers and mic masters Verse four: scoob Well fuck around and i'm a higgity hit ya with hickory diculous Sick a niggas style, twisted off the licorous I'll figure it's the books, iggity off the hook Holding shit down son, we keeping niggas shook I got it made like flaunt, fatigue on My man slipped up and got bagged for three bones Oh my god, the squiggity squad is in the place With the mobb, niggas can get robbed like mase Taste the terror for the leather in the beemer The olde e abuser, can't fuck with ?ceeno? The non-pop singer from the land of rock slingers Where shit is hotter than gunsmoke from niggas glocks I rip shit for sun so come one come all Mc's will get mad, burned like jamal Live in ym television from the cellar to the attic It's the books, crazy dray-z, prodigy, and fucking havoc and it don't stop Chorus x4 |
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