Текст песни Stole Something - Mobb Deep , Lloyd Banks
Wooh,
yeah,
you
can
get
with
this
or
you
can
get
with
that
I
don't
got
to
tell
you
hoe,
you
know
I
got
that
crack
Three
for
the
price
of
one,
you
know
I
have
you
comin'
back
You
can
have
me
a
P.O.
absolute
and
it's
a
rap
It's
a
fact,
niggaz
know,
fuck
with
us
you
gettin'
clapped
No,
I
won't
say
your
name
'cause
it
just
put
you
on
the
map
And
I
ain't,
into
lettin'
niggaz
eat,
no
never
that
Shorty
love
the
way
I
swing
my
game,
I
got
a
better
bat
Know
I'm
lethal
with
this
rap
shit,
c'mon
baby
holla
back
Cut
that
juggler,
you
bleedin',
no
there
ain't
no
stoppin'
that
I
don't
sleep,
my
eyes
open,
maybe
a
good
powernap
Spit
a
verse,
then
I
eventually
watch
the
cheddar
stack
I'm
shittin'
on
niggaz,
shittin'
like
it's
a
got
to
get
slack
This
a
standin'
ovation
for
homey
with
a
Tek
clap
F
that,
we
takin'
over
baby
and
that's
that
Catch
me
fuckin'
with
a
bitch
that
can't
stand
rap
I
get
at
niggaz
like
the
stole
from
me,
stole
from
me
Their
bank
account
lookin'
like
no
money,
no
money
There
go
police,
shorty
just
hold
for
me,
hold
for
me
You
want
to
work?
Then
pump
this
O
for
me,
O
for
me
I
get
at
niggaz
like
the
stole
from
me,
stole
from
me
Their
bank
account
lookin'
like
no
money,
no
money
There
go
police,
shorty
just
hold
for
me,
hold
for
me
You
want
to
work?
Then
pump
this
O
for
me,
O
for
me
Yeah,
gun
powder
resi'
on
the
sleeve
of
my
Pele
I
had
to
burn
my
leather
and
toss
'My
Buddy'
Two
hundred
calls
comin'
in
on
my
celly
I
had
to
cut
the
ringer
like,
"Fuck
e'rybody"
Drive
the
bulletproof
all
the
way
to
Cali
Lay
low
for
a
month
or
so
gettin'
very
high
Where
I'm
goin'
it
gets
my
mind
of
the
bones
Back
on
the
East
Coast
I
bury
now
I'm
partyin'
with
Halle
Berry
This
Hollywood
shit'll
catch
you
slippin'
if
you
let
it
So
niggaz
started
grillin'
me
Like
they
was
gon'
take
my
things
So
I
assumed
I
had
to
set
it
Now
it's
blood
splashed
all
on
the
ice
in
my
jewelery
They
don't
know
who
did
it
'cause
I
did
it
smoothly
Take
my
ass
back
to
Queens,
it's
not
like
I
look
for
trouble
It
seems
trouble
always
finds
me,
then
I
get
at
niggaz
like
the
stole
from
me,
stole
from
me
Their
bank
account
lookin'
like
no
money,
no
money
There
go
police,
shorty
just
hold
for
me,
hold
for
me
You
want
to
work?
Then
pump
this
O
for
me,
O
for
me
I
get
at
niggaz
like
the
stole
from
me,
stole
from
me
Their
bank
account
lookin'
like
no
money,
no
money
There
go
police,
shorty
just
hold
for
me,
hold
for
me
You
want
to
work?
Then
pump
this
O
for
me,
O
for
me
Look,
I
got
tons
of
old
beef
and
a
brand
new
forty
A
hardcore
groupie
that
would
take
a
bullet
for
me
A
high-priced
lawyer
just
in
case
a
nigga
snap
And
can't
take
a
joke,
and
pop
a
nigga
over
rap
A
horrible
splatter
in
a
matter
of
a
second
Dead
over
a
record,
shit
he
sound
like
he
meant
it
My
crew
greater,
yeah,
I'm
talkin'
to
you
hater
I'm
too
major,
two-tone
blue
gator
New
blazer,
big
gun,
little
razor
So
raise
up,
that
ain't
how
your
momma
raised
ya
They
wire-tappin'
to
hear
somethin',
they
ear-hustlin'
They
won't
bust
him,
why
they
came
in
and
handcuffed
him
It's
nothin',
there's
more
'mati's
at
the
spot
One
flat
tire's
gon'
matter
if
they
pop
I
pop
up
tomorrow
with
the
wagon
off
the
lot
Stash
box,
with
the
nine
magnum
with
a
wop
I
get
at
niggaz
like
the
stole
from
me,
stole
from
me
Their
bank
account
lookin'
like
no
money,
no
money
There
go
police,
shorty
just
hold
for
me,
hold
for
me
You
want
to
work?
Then
pump
this
O
for
me,
O
for
me
I
get
at
niggaz
like
the
stole
from
me,
stole
from
me
Their
bank
account
lookin'
like
no
money,
no
money
There
go
police,
shorty
just
hold
for
me,
hold
for
me
You
want
to
work?
Then
pump
this
O
for
me,
O
for
me
1 Smoke It
2 Put 'Em In Their Place
3 Stole Something
4 Creep
5 Speaking So Freely
6 Backstage Pass
7 Give It To Me
8 Click Click
9 Pearly Gates
10 Capital P Capital H
11 Daydreamin'
12 The Infamous
13 In Love With The Moulah
14 It's Alright
15 Have A Party
16 Outta Control - Remix- Album Version (Explicit)
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