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| Mobb Deep Miscellaneous Flavor For The Non Believes [Havoc] Yo.. this is flavor for the non believes Sit back take a seat and don't forget to pass the weed And by the way this is all the way live And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes Pumpin rocks on the corner pumpin rocks cause I wanna The little Don Ho drug dealer ? performer At my height I'm described as a midget But it ain't about height it's about "Can I Kick It?" Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill I hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil' You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood And when I kick MC's abandon ship Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring Cause I'm flippin like pages in a Word Up magazine Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante So explicit even porno flicks ban me And girls gel me like jheri curl activate The forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place I cook you up, like Uptown raw base And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface Like I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw for the cause, battle me, take a loss I steal shows like BelBivDevoe's and put on my latex when I hit up the hoes You know the flavor kid, give me my props Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops.. Check it, this is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes Check it, this is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes [Prodigy] Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin Old Gold Roll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and stroll Prodigy, verbally tragic and I'm toxic Check out the way check out the way the way that I drop it You know my style, step back, cause I'm buckwild All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile Baby Grand Puba, Little Rick the Ruler And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha MC's can't get with Mister Mister Money don't fake moves cause I probably hit your sister I'm on a mission word is bond Word to God, I goes on.. the little Don Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic I murder with the brain of Hitler black And me bein weak, even Kodak couldn't picture that This is flavor for the This is flavor for the non believes Flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes [Havoc] Niggaz don't understand first of all I rip when I rip check it, never stall Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours I'm goin all out, check it You thought I couldn't wish I wanna do what I did I did it so I done, kill another fuckin kid Cause I don't give a motherFUCK, and you do That's why your stupid ass got bucked Outta luck, never took the time to wish Took a bitch down then I'm out like quick Nestle chocolate, munch like it's ? That was then, this is now, I'm goin for the gold Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport But not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadays knows mad jig tricks, and that I ain't with Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go with another fly groove, cause I'm so smooth Never like to brag, but I, do it still Sip on a 40, smoke on the Phil' So next time kid you wanna beef just chill before I break your ass up to bits How many licks would it take Check it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licks This is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes |
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