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Mobb Deep F/ Ty Knitty & Gambino Miscellaneous Animal Instinct Intro: Havoc No doubt! Yo yo y'know how we did on The Infamous album right? Aight we gonna do it again son (Havoc) Yo Laid up in the cut watch these rap niggas fuck you up Thick as shorty guts get the men to set you up It's the most trifle 44th Side disciples Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour Niggas come with the "I gave you birth kid, I'm sellin you" The Infamous got PC for days We runnin thru townships, fuckin shit Kid, we down shit Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique 9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again Songs about 'We all around the NC' Cop the E series, jealous ones envy Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin with that? (Prodigy) To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty Scarface and Gambino, New York City It's P live and direct, stab ya neck Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets Your time's wasted for figurin P was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously You get lumped sometin horribly and then we calmly guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout Mobb niggas to the exit, we out (Ty Knitty) 9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse QBC on the L-I-E sippin Hennessey and Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy Eyes forever chingy up in the Mariott Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low The 5-0migos, the gigolo, what nigga? (Gambino) A technique official wipe me Internal bleedin he felt, heat then cold feet QBC committee, Ty Knitty hit the safe The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates We escape, ain't no turnin back to Stat Pushin back-to-back acts, gettin cheddar Drug smugglin trusty, catchin faith We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake! Chorus: My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears and thirty years for years, start niggas and drink beers Tired of livin life this way, crime pay But for how long till you reach a downfall Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all Animal instinct, these niggas gettin clapped on instinct I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay But for how long till you reach a downfall *repeat* (Nigga) Motherfucker! Word up! |
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