Mobb Deep - Deadly Zone Lyrics
[bounty killer]I saw these fools tryin to get around, tryin to let me downAnd all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drownWit these guns of navarrone, I shall shoot dem like al caponeTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat well*begins chanting and rhyming*[prodigy]Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me underBig pipes soundin like thunderSkated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last weekNow why you wanna come at me?Im the wrong nigga to approach like that, homesWrong nigga for threats, lone nigga wit long chromeAnd we can dance till one of us dropYou score points fallin wit good formationIm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunnThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gunTo the floor, actin like you goin to warNow you *****ed up, here come a real rocket launcherFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rodThat be the ruger, yall niggas keep tryin hardBut who the loser when you cant walk your hood at nightAnd you cant come outside without fearAm I in your thoughts often? while you be walkin?Foot soldier catch you at the stores cornerKeep me on your mind and dont slumberMan the minute you slip wit those, thats your ass*bounty killer rhymes and chants*[big noyd]M-o-b-b dunn, lets get it on dunnWit bounty killer, yo its like this dunnAiyyo ***** that shit, pop that shitSqueeze off, let em know how real this isM-o-b-b, d-double-e-p wit bounty killerNo other gun runners keep a round like this>from q-u-double-e-n-s, my bomb borough, till the day of my deathWhether in shit I been in, runnin down the blockSprayin shots wit the lindon, listenWe all been through ac-tion, you know the last me blastinThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wakeNeither the jake nor the snakes gon stop itYou know the mobb lettin off rocketsGun burners spit like lungies, dummiesStill nuttin pop but the shells, these aint words from hellThese are slugs, something you feelA gun runner nigga for real nigga[havoc]Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crackThe actual, that brand new six that you couldnt seem to whipEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hitWhile you layin bloodied up in the sixFlee the frontline, dismantle gap and bounceThen watch the twelve oclock news and hear them shout you outPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feetYou runnin the streets, you dont want no problems wit usEveryday is like fourth of july to usHenny in my cup beside the gat youll find in my clutchInterfere wit the plan and you will get touchedLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touchedFull fledge, like ra let em know the ledgeWhile you slippin off edge, your shortys givin me head*****in em legs like guns when Im *****in to sprayPoppin your way, sendin shit thats hot your way*bounty killer rhymes and chants*
