Mobb Deep - Bloodsport Lyrics
Turn them heaadphones upYeahTo my man nigga-no, yoKilla beeNo doubt[prodigy]I kick that progressAnd to that dumb nigga God blessI know you cant sleep or rest behind that bullshitNow you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin*****in up the talkin, we straight up, new yorkinWe blowin niggasHeart attack stroking niggasProvoking niggas, shittin all over niggasYou rollin thick, but sure the mobb rollin thickerGet that liquor, turn your back ice pick yaBut ***** thatStickin with the gat is quickerScared to come around my corner, you ass niggaDo a jaw way all day fake shitWhat you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)And run like a faggot switch take the whole shitAnd show the world dont sweat it baby girlI gotta hemAnd pull the gat like a stemYou all *****ed up like a off beat blendI send message that you couldnt read clearTry to play the front but you got stuck in the rearTake it as a letter but Im not sincereYoThis aint rap, its bloodsportYour life cut short, you fell shortPressures on high, full courtMy team form killer instincts and fire armsDangerous stuff mines brainstorm warsA life of a wild rebel, who run wildClik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay downAppear, disappear, a hydro cloudWhile you running at the mouth a hundred miles, Im outMobb deep style from the depths of hempsteadGet ninjadI creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchinListen, who are you to throw your fist in?Hit like a *****, run like a faggot an take the whole shitThats itI had to pass here with shitIts time for showtime, lets see how deep things getYou want to talk tough and get all delinquentYou find yourself all bloodied up and shamededMe and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shitBust a gat, give me no fear of that, Im laughinWhats up there? lets take you there and touch somethingIm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at thatCapable of combat, p counterattackIn some hot wheels, sendin shots out the backIt was a foul way to go, kickoYou know the ropes so...Bloodsport mother*****erAy yo the rockweilerChew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collarAnd let the lights dimminAnd youll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juiceFatality tooThis rap is the *****, you shouldnt marry the twoTo the set of prenumtualGot paid in too comfortableIts all good, we dont want to humbleAnd while you shinin in the spotlightI got this dot rightThe aimed right a stoplightThe trife life, aint no part twosWhen its over its over you hitNow send your soldierly stool<repeat last stanza>Nigga, bloodsport
