Текст песни Right Back at You - Mobb Deep , Raekwon , Big Noyd , Ghostface Killah
Yeah,
yeah,
check
it
out
now
Run
for
your
life
or
you
wanna
get
your
heat,
whatever
We
can
die
together
As
long
as
I
send
your
maggot
ass
to
the
essence
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
about
my
presence
I'm
lost
in
the
blocks
of
hate
and
can′t
wait
For
the
next
crab
nigga
to
step
and
meet
fate
I'm
lethal
when
I
see
you,
there
is
no
sequel
Twenty-four
seven,
Mac
11
is
my
people
So,
why
you
wanna
end
your
little
life
like
this?
'Cuz
now
you
bump
heads
wit
kids
that′s
lifeless
I
live
by
the
day
only
if
I
survive
the
last
night
Damn
right,
I
ain′t
trying
to
fight
We
can
settle
this
like
some
grown
men
on
the
concrete
floor
My
slugs
will
put
a
stop
to
your
hardcore
Ways
of
action,
I
grab
the
gat
and
Ain't
no
turning
back
when
I
start
blasting
Pick
up
the
handle
and
insert
the
potion
Cock
the
shit
back
in
a
calm
like
motion
No
signs
of
anger
or
fear
′cuz
you
the
one
in
danger
Never
share
your
plans
with
a
stranger,
word
is
born
I
put
the
glock
on
you
kid,
now
I
got
you
You
got
the
heart
to
get
busy
without
your
crew
Let's
get
it
on
nigga,
do
what
we
gotta
do
You
bucking
me,
I′m
bucking
right
back
at
you
I
put
the
glock
on
you
kid,
now
I
got
you
You
got
the
heart
to
get
busy
without
your
crew
Let's
get
it
on
nigga,
do
what
we
gotta
do
You
bucking
me,
I′m
bucking
right
back
at
you
Fuck
where
you're
at
kid,
it's
where
you′re
from
′Cuz
where
I'm
from,
niggaz
pack
nuthin′
but
the
big
guns
Around
my
way,
niggaz
don't
got
remorse
for
out
of
towners
Come
through
fronting
and
get
stuffed
wit
the
3 pounder
The
loud
sounder,
ear
ringer
And
I′ma
point
the
finger
on
all
you
wannabe
gun
slingers
You
got
a
real
ice
grill
but
are
you
really
real?
Step
to
the
hill,
then
I'ma
test
your
gun
skills
′Cuz
real
niggaz
don't
try
to
profile
You
just
a
chump
who
needs
to
get
drunk
to
buckwhyle
But
swing
that
bullshit
this
way
And
I'ma
make
your
visit
to
the
bridge
a
muthafukin′
short
stay
Queensbridge,
that′s
where
I'm
from
The
place
where
stars
are
born
and
phony
rappers
get
done
Six
blocks
and
you
might
not
make
it
through
What
you
gonna
do
when
my
whole
crew
is
blazing
at
you?
Wit
macs
and
tecs
to
lend
to
get
your
dome
crush
You
thought
that
you
could
come
around
my
way,
you
big
stupid
fuck
What
the
hell
you
smoking?
What
the
fuck
possessed
you
To
come
out
your
face?
Now
I
have
to
wet
you
Throw
on
my
tims,
black
mask
and
black
serpent
Twist
a
nigga
cap,
then
jump
in
the
J-30
′Cuz
I
put
the
glock
on
you
kid,
now
I
got
you
You
got
the
heart
to
get
busy
without
your
crew
Let's
get
it
on
nigga,
do
what
we
gotta
do
You
bucking
me,
I′m
bucking
right
back
at
you
Who's
the
richest
nigga
in
the
project,
who
got
it
live
Rocking
convertibles,
drop
tops
and
mad
high?
Peace
to
that
whiz
kid
and
playas
on
his
team
Who′s
organize,
all
eyeballs
is
on
cream
And
your
whole
clique
got
nothin'
but
raw
shit
Whip
after
whip,
stay
flashing
your
dick
on
tricks
Your
whole
crew's
ravishing,
team′s
untouchable
In
the
jungle,
banging
Nas,
Mobb
Deep
and
Wu
There′s
money
out
there,
guns
catch
crumbs,
those
are
your
sons
Jums
is
in
the
mailboxes,
bitches
holding
your
guns
You
know
what's
out
there,
thousands
of
gram,
wrapped
in
saran
Sealed
tight,
keep
the
freshness,
that′s
how
we
expand
Masked
avenger,
drop
your
gun,
son,
now
surrender
Get
ninjaed
on
the
island,
plus
the
bridge,
boy
remember
My
little
thug's
selling
drugs
and
he′s
struggling
The
game
got
him
bugging,
I
tried
to
tell
him,
slow
down
cousin
But
he
vexed
and
niggaz
getting
wet
up
in
the
projects
But
wit
no
doubt,
shorty's
out
for
his
respect
But
is
his
brain
insane
from
the
lye
From
smoking
that
118,
[Incomprehensible]
Why,
a
nigga
just
died
last
week
As
he
swore
he
was
growing,
he′s
a
thug
in
the
street
But
it's
like
that,
my
crew
pump
cracks
and
we
pack
mac
His
eyes
is
wild
wit
the
rezzy
monkey
on
his
back
But
I'm
stressed
and
he
need
to
be
blessed
Wit
a
firepack,
don′t
even
go
there,
′cuz
it
ain't
like
that
Slow
down
baby,
he
said,
"What,
you
trying
to
play
me?"
You
must
be
crazy,
pulled
out
the
heat
and
almost
blazed
me
Then
he
was
Swayze,
the
shot
must
of
dazed
me
Thug′s
selling
drug,
busting
slugs,
but
he
ain't
crazy
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