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Текст (слова) песни: Mobb Deep - Nighttime Vultures



Verse one: havoc and prodigy

Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin

Vague memory of last night now its all dawnin

Look down and see dry blood all on my garment

It stained all my guess farmers, colored enormous

I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head

Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head

I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall

Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail

Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill

An eye for an eye you know my science of life

Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type

I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list

Nigga p where you headed its time to pass kids

[whats the kids be doin yo]

Kickin rhymes thats true lies

Let me break em down to size minimize they air air time

After this you never will go back to that which

Sit back an write half ass shit

The last official takin out the artificial

Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal

Mobb, remember the name its been along

That niggas shook to death from the first fuckin song

Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite

The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit

Bear witness to this diligent street cat

I carry myself hold myself down in fact

This one dedicated to my niggaz on run

Holdin big gats go for your gun

Prepare to crush them we trust none

Man who aint down with the clan

The mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type

Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck

Boss I break your compass throw you way off course

We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero

Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror

Durable physically fit raps articulate

You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous

Still facinated by my ste

Little p wanna be me, huh you no d

Chorus: prodigy

One time son you know we be the illest in this

Push the shit back, qbc gat, plottin to move back

The big mouth cat shipll sink to the bottom

Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz

Verse two: raekwon the chef

Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on

Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on

Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit

Diamond on some h&r block shit

Hear me, gets larry and his sneakers are shot

Word to me dunn, the uniform do mean a lot

I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up

What fuss on the bottom face slit up

Yeah where you from Im from here

You know brina and javier, and little life doin thirty years

Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy

Lit up the thai said riiiight!

Emotionally playin him close like Im suppossed to be

Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me

I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em

Son was pro nine with the emblem

Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie

Foul Im loose now shot went off knocked the juice down

It ricocheted and hit a gs now here comes ems, dunn was leanin near a zx

Next time shits parental, God slap fire out yer mental

Jet in a boat with rims to mental

Chorus 2x

 

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