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[Featuring Ty Nitty, Twin, Prodigy]
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[Ty Nitty]
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5-7-75 my born day
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I reach earth, now i'm involved in foul play
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Ty Nitty
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New York City
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we stay right
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the high life
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flooded ice from jewel heist
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the Infamous Mobb with hood-like sense
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get up on a nigga quick
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hit 'em up with the ice pick
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strike quick
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leave ya body froze, sub-zero
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was taught to fear no
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so I do so
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be All Pro
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flow international, rational
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matter of fact, i'm blastin' you
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with the loaded weapon
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no question
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first suggestion
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pack ya shit, and head Western
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relocation
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new state, new destination
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re-arrange your life
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on the run from vice
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make you pray to Christ
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kid fucked up
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my Mobb is rough
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nigga, what!
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[Twin]
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We true to be
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snake niggas for eternity
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Mobb family
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murder thee
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if it's meant to be
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trife casualty
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got the whole world after me
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catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy
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Mafiosa, murder one mind
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black toaster, low composure
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twin Glocks in 2 holsters
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we mobb vultures
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watch the fleet come closer
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we tap down
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nowhere to run now
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don't back down
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muffled out my 4-pound
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silent sound
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bodies bloody on the ground
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chest full of 12 4-pound rounds
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nigga lay down, kid you assed out now
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[Havoc]
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no doubt, the infamous reppin' up in this
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know what i'm sayin'
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next up
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[Prodigy]
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yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid
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yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat
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and bust back at trash ass cats who scratch
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leave big holes like bitches with they legs spread hot
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ready for action now peep my whole block
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unveiled, and reveal hazardous skill
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trained assassins of this rap danger field
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I feel y'all niggas ain't really keepin' it real
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use that ice grill like a shield
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nigga you meal, for my vultures
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swoop down attack your corpse
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and found layin' in the streets of New York
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now sleepwalk
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for that shit you did, shoulda never had did
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now you boxed in
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sentenced to a lifetime bid
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nigga Noyd and Pee, shine light like jewelry
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silver and gold exclusively
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terrorize and multiplee
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shot up your spot up
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it just ain't what you used to be
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after these fists of NY struck you D
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Now you see a whole new life and new leaf
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searchin' for an exit tryin' to retreat the street
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wavin' white flags no days, you dead meat
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we only truce when your heartbeat cease, peace
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[Big Noyd]
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Now who dare swear they can step up on these premises
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protected by a bunch of menaces
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Rapper Noyd, the soloist
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4-pound controloist
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comin' out the infamous controllin' the shit
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pistol packin' Pee on the side of me
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leap if you think sweet
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shit's deep, infamously
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now check the family
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Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C, Ty Nitty, Godfather pt. 3, Gambino, Face, and
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Gotti
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so don't try me
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or better yet don't try this
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my click specialty is vulturin'
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trained endangerin'
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packin' pipe games
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them heavy metal thing things
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ain't nuthin' changed
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Karate Joe, Money No, make 'em fold
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gather up them hoes
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take 'em to the mo
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keep it on the low
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you know the steelo, immediately
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the VSOP is mandatory
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it's all about hoes and clothes
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the same story
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stackin' cheddar, packin' Berettas, keepin' it real
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fuck the sentimental feel
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the Mobb movin' shit in reseal
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swiftly, smooth and quickly
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the million dollar operation ran by the Mobb foundation
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the nine pound we had it locked down
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kept 'em shook
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nine double trey's off da hook
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the Mobb became famous from the lives that we took
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doin' jooks
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so peep how the 4-pound sound it's off the motherfuckin' hook
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shit is real, plus exclusive and grimy
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Rapper Noyd takin' over with the Mobb behind me
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nigga what.
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All Pro
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| Big Noyd |
