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L'Allenatrice - Back At You (Mobb Deep)

(::Havoc::)

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Stainless steel gats - they never rust, fin' to bust

You get touched, blessed with the real side of life

Just enough - you couldn't fight it with your strongest mic

Laid down nigga eyes visualize bad perception

Major interference shoot your upper body section

I travel like a two-two bullet, throughout your body

Repped to the fullest, Queensbridge representin

Presentin.. the hollow tip crew

Loose lips sink ships, you talk shit I follow through

Once the kite is sent, I might get bent but still planted

No second thoughts, cause my conscience is demandin

for the bloodshed (--bloodshed--) I leave that mug red (--mug red--)

I'm like cancer can't catch me cause I done spread (--done spread--)

Doorknob dead, enough said from the scene I fled

with the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head

It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back

It's on - what the fuck you say? I'll be right back

with the gat, and temper, end your motherfuckin era

Your shorty set you up you betta dead her

Hunger for the cheddar big Benz or better

Armeretto sours, alcohol consumption

While you - runnin we thumpin

Due to the fact +The Infamous+ is bumpin

Ice grill, son you frontin



::chorus::: Mobb Deep (--repeat 4X--)



It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back

It's on - what the fuck you say? I'll be right back



(::Prodigy::)

Welcome to the fact that, here take that

Right back at you, I'm goin at Duke, already ran through

Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after?

(--What is it what is it?--) The forty-fifth'll make your clothes damper

Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin stainless

Crimes heinous, to all my niggaz hold your bangers

Live in action, if you were dapped then relax then

The fuck you said? I'll be right back with mac's then

blastin, tearin up your Fila fashion

Give him what he ask an' fill you in on what happened

Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin

to spread team across planet, expand shit

Slap a nigga open handedly style, somethin foul

for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles

I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays

Fourteen years old, shorty from round way

Brick-ass cold, still pump from night to day

But why did my life have to be this way?

I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits

My loot give recoup, razors in my suit

case they try to troop me to the Island

I'm known for start whylin

Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash piled in

Peep this, dome we'll blows on some nose and teeth shit

So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?

Lift you up off your feet like ski lift

Pull back the big fifth for niggaz who wiff

Them niggaz you with

Then I'm on the next light, gettin bent in the clouds

On my way down South for international crowds



(--Word up, word up son, we gotta get this motherfuckin money kid

Knahmsayin? What up kid? Fuck that son..--)



::chorus::: Mobb Deep (--repeat 4X--)



It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back

It's on - what the fuck you said? I'll be right back



{*ad libs to fade*}