Текст (слова) песни: Mobb Deep - My Gats Spitting

[Verse One: Havoc]
Is it real like niggaz claimin`, "stay to this"
Let me answer that question while I`m aiming this
Hear them one good time, is he faking kid?
Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad
Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube
a million dollars won`t even put my feet in his shoes (check it out)
Niggaz lose they life, hear as nature
and niggaz die when...tryin`, I`m gangsta, niggaz
Straight pussy, I can smell that shit
There`s only one way that I can duse that shit
Slugs comin` through, better move that shit
He was gangsta but he died tryin` ta prove that shit
Them QB niggaz, too grimey for y`all
We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song
The 41st Side, and that love go long
Niggaz screamin` out, "dunn"
and we put y`all on...

Chorus: Havoc (2x)

So fuck y`all niggaz
Buck y`all niggaz
Ain`t no way you can touch my niggaz
Try my nigga
Die my nigga
All y`all niggaz...my gats spittin`

[Verse Two: Infamous Mobb]
Aiyo
You feel my niggaz when we come through, thuggin` it
You lovin` it, the way we at ball like the government
I`m 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly
You fuckin` with veterans who`s better than us,
The In-fa-mous,
We crush crab niggaz to dust and sweep-o-mop
When the heat raise up,
ain`t no ifs, ands, or buts
The most scandalous, make your blood rush
through your body like it ain`t never did before
We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all
My spirit is torn
My guns is long
My team is strong
We king kong niggaz when the heat is on
And no matter if I`m wrong or right,
believe me, I`m right
If anything else, nigga prepare to fight
like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up
or, buckle up and get shot the fuck down
`cause we got 4 pounds that don`t make no sounds
Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy
Believe me, it`s far from what you see on tv,
It`s real life drama, you wouldn`t want to be me...

Chorus: Havoc (2x)

So fuck y`all niggaz
Buck y`all niggaz
Ain`t no way you can touch my niggaz
Try my nigga
Die my nigga
All y`all niggaz...my gats spittin`

[Verse Three: Prodigy]
Aiyo,
There aint no niggaz on the face of the map, fuckin` with this
Infamous, y`all, that dominant mall
Just park your attention on my dogs, it`s us
We the ones with that dope shit,
that cold crush
We burn `em up, turn it up, it`s on
We gonna do it `til it death us, fuck yo` thoughts
Niggaz be plottin` to dead us, they move in veine
Get they head bust open, it`s not a thing
So rap fo` these niggaz
My team is tough
It`s not a game, motherfucka
We cleanin` up
Gettin` that money, motherfucka
You king or what
We use your head, dunn, it`s right there
Get you some
You lack strength, motherfucka
Better get you some
For`s me, I`m more than a family, dunn
and we handles our business
and continue to bang
and chump niggaz
Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer

Chorus: Havoc (2x)

So fuck y`all niggaz
Buck y`all niggaz
Ain`t no way you can touch my niggaz
Try my nigga
Die my nigga
All y`all niggaz...my gats spittin`

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Mobb Deep - My Gats Spitting [Verse One: Havoc] Is it real like niggaz claimin`, "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I`m aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube a million dollars won`t even put my feet in his shoes (check it out) Niggaz lose they life, hear as nature and niggaz die when...tryin`, I`m gangsta, niggaz Straight pussy, I can smell that shit There`s only one way that I can duse that shit Slugs comin` through, better move that shit He was gangsta but he died tryin` ta prove that shit Them QB niggaz, too grimey for y`all We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song The 41st Side, and that love go long Niggaz screamin` out, "dunn" and we put y`all on... Chorus: Havoc (2x) So fuck y`all niggaz Buck y`all niggaz Ain`t no way you can touch my niggaz Try my nigga Die my nigga All y`all niggaz...my gats spittin` [Verse Two: Infamous Mobb] Aiyo You feel my niggaz when we come through, thuggin` it You lovin` it, the way we at ball like the government I`m 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly You fuckin` with veterans who`s better than us, The In-fa-mous, We crush crab niggaz to dust and sweep-o-mop When the heat raise up, ain`t no ifs, ands, or buts The most scandalous, make your blood rush through your body like it ain`t never did before We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all My spirit is torn My guns is long My team is strong We king kong niggaz when the heat is on And no matter if I`m wrong or right, believe me, I`m right If anything else, nigga prepare to fight like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up or, buckle up and get shot the fuck down `cause we got 4 pounds that don`t make no sounds Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy Believe me, it`s far from what you see on tv, It`s real life drama, you wouldn`t want to be me... Chorus: Havoc (2x) So fuck y`all niggaz Buck y`all niggaz Ain`t no way you can touch my niggaz Try my nigga Die my nigga All y`all niggaz...my gats spittin` [Verse Three: Prodigy] Aiyo, There aint no niggaz on the face of the map, fuckin` with this Infamous, y`all, that dominant mall Just park your attention on my dogs, it`s us We the ones with that dope shit, that cold crush We burn `em up, turn it up, it`s on We gonna do it `til it death us, fuck yo` thoughts Niggaz be plottin` to dead us, they move in veine Get they head bust open, it`s not a thing So rap fo` these niggaz My team is tough It`s not a game, motherfucka We cleanin` up Gettin` that money, motherfucka You king or what We use your head, dunn, it`s right there Get you some You lack strength, motherfucka Better get you some For`s me, I`m more than a family, dunn and we handles our business and continue to bang and chump niggaz Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer Chorus: Havoc (2x) So fuck y`all niggaz Buck y`all niggaz Ain`t no way you can touch my niggaz Try my nigga Die my nigga All y`all niggaz...my gats spittin` Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни My Gats Spitting: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/19006.html Все тексты песен: Mobb Deep » Mobb Deep - Bloodsport » Mobb Deep - What Can I Do? » Mobb Deep - Thug Muzik » Mobb Deep - Came Up » Mobb Deep - Man Down » Mobb Deep - Favorite Rapper » Mobb Deep - NoydBang Bang » Mobb Deep - There I Go Again » Mobb Deep - Give It Up Fast » Mobb Deep - Get Dealt With » Mobb Deep - Deadly Zone » Mobb Deep - Back at You » Mobb Deep - The Infamous LP/Don`t Be a Menace to Sou » Mobb Deep - When U Hear The » Mobb Deep - Young Luv » Mobb Deep - Nessun Dorma » Mobb Deep - Bounce » Mobb Deep - www.tapekingz.com » Mobb Deep - Eye for an Eye » Mobb Deep - More Trife Life Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Бабенко - Павловка » Евгений Бабенко - Герда » Егор летов - Последняя песенка » Евгений Банников - Ох, и дернул черт жениться... » Елена Решетняк - Тик-так » Елена Фролова - Я этой памятью продрог... » Екатерина Барановская - Повесть о лете » Евгений Романов - Песня об НГТУ » Е. Волгина - Не тороплюсь домой » Елена Фролова - Песня для Эвридики. Посвящение В. Евушкиной » Елена Елизарьева - Посмотреть в глаза матери... » Елена Фролова - Дом мой в снежном саване... » Евгений Клячкин - Уличная цыганочка » Евгений Келлер - Начало осени » Елена Елизарьева - А из гитары вышел человек... » Евгений Клячкин - Нет, не уходи » Елена Фролова - Сонетик » Егор летов - Превосходная песня » Евгений Романов - Кухонный блюз » Евгений Клячкин - Романс скрипача
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