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DJ Clue F/ Mobb Deep Miscellaneous The Professional [DJ Clue] *echoing* New shit, Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn) The Professional, used from my nigga Vic Haha [Prodigy] Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all I blastoff on the track law My shit is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask for Wit facts like an ?ansaw?, I pour fire on earth, I been to hot raw Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me Check out my lifestyle, it's a off-road course I stay challenged, but that's a good thing Cuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed My click savage, y'all niggaz is average I'm handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C. Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga (CLUE) Chorus 2x Chorus [Havoc] Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin The click'll get the message when shit start droppin Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin [Havoc] Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your nostrils I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his dough Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo Joinin my team, that's a no-no Say what you want, don't let it talk for you And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you Chorus 2x [Noyd] One time nigga, two times nigga yo I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body The type of tracks, got me killin these cats Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats And leave you on your back in a hurry Especially, dealin wit the money Rockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece So this way the whole fam eat Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this Survival of the Fittest, nobody's fuckin wit this So fuck around wit Hav, you fuck around wit me You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit P You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three Mothafuckers from the NYC, what nigga uh, what nigga Clueminatti Chorus 2x |
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