Nas - Live Nigga Rap (feat. Mobb Deep) | Текст песни

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• Live Nigga Rap (feat. Mobb Deep)

*gun blast*
[P] I shot the motherfucker back
[H] Right out the ass son
[P] For niggas don't know how to act
[H] What the deal son
[P] I shot the motherfucker back
[H] No doubt son
[P] For niggas don't know how to act

[Verse One: Prodigy]
Yo NYC, U-N-I-verse, se-riously
Havoc and P, Queens niggas so it seem to be
Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise, mega
Got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette taper
The god with the God-U-Now, pullin a caper
Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankles
I been through, crime shit my niggas in-to
Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin him too
JFK on our way to L.A
Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbre (Barbara)
My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday
Crime pay, who wanted gunplay? Drill me
Niggas kill me, grillin me, you wanna look?
Peep the nine milli, now undress, you know the drill-y
Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet
To met challenger who go against my set
Gem stars razor sharp like Gilette, shavin closely on
Any character approach me
I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
While cat burg-lars tryin to sneak peep the recipe
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about $5,000 a plate

[Verse Two: Havoc]
No doubt kid, I hit them niggas like a bid
The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's only me, and the gat that's holdin me
We got it locked beyond measure, the click's under pressure
Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser
Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped
(Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic)
Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin
QB represent fuck that, it can happen
While you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in
Contamin(ate), cut the party short while you jammin
We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44
Bodyguard of somethin you don't want a part of
If I was you, then I would do what I have to
But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you
Then stepped off casually, naturally me

[Verse Three: Nas]
Niggas thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
Where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, niggas mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock or swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than El DeBarge's
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
We mobbin, puttin niggas in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em

[Hook: Prodigy (3X)]

For niggas don't know how to act
To all my niggas on the block slangin crack
Rest in peace to my niggas layin on they back
To all the niggas who bust gats (live nigga rap)

[H] If you's a live nigga

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