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Текст (слова) песни: Mobb Deep - Cant Get Enough of It



[havoc]

Qbc

About to take over, your area!

Yo

Left to right protect the life, guard my castle

When goin at you, take it to the gats if I have to

Its the hassle, jealous thugs I suppose squeeze

Turn that ass to swiss cheese, leave permanent holes

And to them hoes, you know how it go, no dough

Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy

Yeah they bangin baby havoc representin for them niggaz

That dont trick, ladyless, just associates

Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it

I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps its

Them fake rappers, but they damn good actors

From population, through the math I subtract them

You hear no laughter, qbc the thug factor

You niggaz aint worth the punch, back snatch ya

Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya

Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped

Convict, pearl harbor, bomb shit

Handle b-i, on some calm shit

[general g]

I cant get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics

My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual

For every dollar gotta niggas blood chiseled, the slug sizzle

Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly

Four 380s in the prophecy, the bigger I got

Handle b-i, smoke a c-i, snuff a c-o

Cant you see, Im the total, vocals is low blow

Barely soldierable reinformed the man from nahwan (nahwan!)

Toe to toe complex the next expert, whos in control?

Episode, ya cant control your fascination

Hell is the name, two guns that look the same

Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort

Cloth polo sport, catch a nigga on his sports

Talk back Ill leave ya jacked, rap format, Im hostile

Wild out for snakeness equals foul

General g, blowin dutches in the train

Chorus: mobb deep

Yo the nyc, m-o-b-b thug shit (and thats my shit!)

I cant get enough of it

Either fuck with it, or dont fuck with it

Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent

When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

I cant get enough of it

Either fuck with it, or dont fuck with it

Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent

When my cats attack you got your knot split

We out to win and thats it!

We out to win it like this!

[prodigy]

Its like this kid, aiyyo

We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs

Out the box, we outbox, get suplexed

Take notes nigga, best check the index

Look over anything that you mightve missed

You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists

Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin

Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin

On imbecile niggaz who aint got they feet grounded

Precise, astonishin shots split ya skins top

We sent pops, catch you from two blocks

Dont run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin

Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin

Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock

This mans hot, your flesh start to boilin hot

Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot

Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot

Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot

My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not duke

Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through

(watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)

Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple

Lay on the wall and watch all yall

You cant injure a ninja who crept and took fall

Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws

Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors

Word up

[havoc]

Aiyyo we bang like the tunnel and jam like broke gats

One hundred and oh, nigga go check the stats

Qb, yeah that name hold weight and ring bells

All you niggaz shook and it aint hard to tell

Major clientele, the infamous cartel

Catch a buck fifty, them stars we scar well

Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck

Then got stuck in one stroke, the mobb clutch

Laid up, sippin all types of shit, get ya chick bent

Talk the bitch to death til theres no info left

Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf Im petrol

Regulate the metropolitan, niggaz gettin bodied in

In the lobby-in, lock the door it aint safe, kid

Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it

Chorus: mobb deep

Yo the nyc, m-o-b-b thug shit (and thats my shit!)

I cant get enough of it

Either fuck with it, or dont fuck with it

Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent

When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

I cant get enough of it

Either fuck with it, or dont fuck with it

Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent

When my cats attack you got your knot split

We out to win and thats it!

We out to win it like this!

*crowd noise to end*

Thats my shit! yo

 

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