Verse 1
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(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
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(Wit me) Uh- huh
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(It's crispy) Yeah
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Whoo Uh- huh,
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uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
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Y'all just blowin' smoke,
fan in the fire
F#m
Your wife is gettin' curi
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ous homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
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I don't like to get stared at
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Niggas only mad cause they asses
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can't rap
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Soup the cowards up, if you want,
get your man clapped
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Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
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You got a thousand niggas
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
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i in Club Black
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Enough on the wheels make me feel
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like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
A
what's up with that?
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Talk on the jack like Feds,
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got the phone tapped
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Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
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just hold that
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Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
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See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
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But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
F#m
G
know them things is, crispy
D
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
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F#m
Y'all not known for bustin'
G
them guns
D
So for the 9 I got beef for days
G
Y'all want it wit us don't get
F#m
car ried away
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G
Call the coroner
Verse 4
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Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
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I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
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pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
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You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
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one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
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you be shot the fuck up
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The name Littles got the streets
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locked the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge,
body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that
can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch,
get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the
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9 or three- eighty like
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Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
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All this rap in the booth,
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or wassup in the street
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Not a nickel get sold
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in the park 'less I eat
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Think different the mac'll spin' you
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like the G- Unit piece
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See the cats in the whips want to, get
Verse 5
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me
G
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
F#m
Bills in the pockets, know
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
D
Hey hey
G
Look I walk around with my
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
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missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
G
F#m
How I roll? Why would you ask?
G
Know I'm swingin' my piece,
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pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
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I know y'all roll with the boys
with the badge
D
G
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap,
homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say, no Noyd, you won't
blow makin' songs like that
I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter,
D
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it don't last
I don't get no bigger,
I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't
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bustin' a tec
G
Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
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think how many straps and vests
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We flash the pound around
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and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
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the spots get blown
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It's deep, we can't even speak
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G
in certain'rooms
Verse 7
D
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
G
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
D
G
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
F#m
D
know them things is, crispy
G
D
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
F#m
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
G
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
D
Call the coroner
G
I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
G
they no joke
F#m
G
They blood- thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song,
it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group,
they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
G
More than a gang,
we more like a troop and oh
F#m
Let's not forget to mention
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our jewels is whoa
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All our guns get blown,
G
all my fools is loc
E'rytime we drop a new one
the streets gon' go
G
Straight berserk,
cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they
money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else,
D
G
the shit wack
F#m
That shit there is doo- doo, the
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shit here is crack
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
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could ever beam 'em
They know it's safe to spend
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they dough over here
G
Fuck that new shit,
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they high wear off too fast
G
Them niggas got garbage,
G
this is that smack
Verse 9
D
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
G
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
G
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
F#m
Bills in the pockets, know
them things is, crispy
G
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
F#m
Y'all not known for bustin'
them guns
G
So for the 9 I got beef for days
G
Y'all want it wit us don't get
carried away
D
G
D
Call the coroner
Outro 1
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Get Me
Littles, Mobb Deep
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