Paroles Hoodlum [feat. big noyd & rakim] Mobb Deep

Hoodlum [feat. big noyd & rakim]

[Havoc]Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against meand is it the Henny that bend me; I be in the zone
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone
They take it personal, but only a minor few can understandwhat a nigga feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(
No doubt)I'm still breathing. You a must son, we full bread
You ain't my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you
I get wit you, handle that on a later note. We o'er-dose eveything is death, we so closeI'm trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..
Ready for the bad news 'til da phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm irate over my head seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh [Prodigy]Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns
For real son's leaning back checking out the action
On the benches we drinkin X's Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this...
Sharply burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidzand blow all hell fire out ya empire
Live as wire couldn't make my mobb expire or retireI'm letting off 'til my arms tired
You set quite wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz lock this year'96-I lost my dun; '97-It got worse..
Pull money out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the background when shots sound off
Flashbacks of how my man is gone, KB forever in my memory
I spill some Henny then I keep it moving {Chorus}:Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin' this
Aint nobody stoppin this Rakim and ImfamousReck the hood for you and yours-
No doubt crash the bars
You don't really wanna go against the source [Big Noyd]Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildness
Its bug, niggaz dug in the projects you holiday thug
Ease up all that illin and grillinget ya melon lite up, you niggaz is butt
You want me, I'm reppin WB, what?
Where you find me at sippin Congac from a cup
With my heat next to my nuts
Never been afraid to bust
Slug rushin to your head like dust
If that wasn't enough as long as strong and toughwe squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black
Fuckin wit these Queens cats I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop that
In fact black, if you come at me don't come sloppy
All my baby girl got is a papi to guide herthrough this world of hatred
And I die to see that she make itand die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, UM... [Rakim]Yo, you wanna come test, son it's massive stress
Penalties of death, pay your last respects
We harass your rep if you slept or half step
We adapt to see what we can master next
After sex pass the bless for after effects
Relax through stress, do math and set, mad connects
Cash the check to get assets we blast techs
Dealing with the mental aspects in chess
So retreat your troops, if you Dunns come to shot
Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep 'em leary of the deadly "7 MC" theory
Soon as they hear me, I release "Lyrics of Fury"And quick to say a poem that ricochet in your dome
My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home alone
So I can get the cheddar and be the better trend setter The 18th Letter Forever, what {Chorus 2
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