Mobb Deep - Bloodsport lyrics
Turn them heaadphones up
Yeah
To my man n***a-no, yo
k**a bee
No doubt
[prodigy]
I kick that progress
And to that dumb n***a god bless
I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullsh**
Now you rock the best, scared to d**h while you walkin
f**in up the talkin, we straight up, new yorkin
We blowin n***as
Heart attack stroking n***as
Provoking n***as, sh**tin all over n***as
You rollin thick, but sure the mobb rollin thicker
Get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya
But f** that
Stickin with the gat is quicker
Scared to come around my corner, you a** n***a
Do a jaw way all day fake sh**
What you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)
And run like a f*ggot switch take the whole sh**
And show the world don't sweat it baby girl
I gotta hem
And pull the gat like a stem
You all f**ed up like a off beat blend
I send message that you couldn't read clear
Try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear
Take it as a letter but i'm not sincere
Yo
This ain't rap, it's bloodsport
Your life cut short, you fell short
Pressure's on high, full court
My team form k**er instincts and fire arms
Dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars
A life of a wild rebel, who run wild
Clik (blaow-blaow) n***a lay down (blaow) fool stay down
Appear, disappear, a hydro cloud
While you running at the mouth a hundred miles, i'm out
Mobb deep style from the depths of hempstead
Get ninja'd
I creep quiet, keep the live n***a inchin'
Listen, who are you to throw your fist in?
Hit like a b**h, run like a f*ggot an take the whole sh**
That's it
I had to pa** here with sh**
It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get
You want to talk tough and get all delinquent
You find yourself all bloodied up and shameded
Me and my man pioneered this violent n***a rap sh**
Bust a gat, give me no fear of that, i'm laughin
What's up there? let's take you there and touch something
I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that
Capable of combat, p counterattack
In some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back
It was a foul way to go, kicko
You know the ropes so...
Bloodsport motherf**er
Ay yo the rockweiler
Chew in chew out a** n***as, pull em on your collar
And let the lights dimmin
And you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice
Fatality too
This rap is the b**h, you shouldn't marry the two
To the set of prenumtual
Got paid in too comfortable
It's all good, we don't want to humble
And while you shinin in the spotlight
I got this dot right
The aimed right a stoplight
The trife life, ain't no part two's
When it's over it's over you hit
Now send your soldierly stool