Текст песни Gangsta Roll - Mobb Deep
Ha-ha,
uh
man,
y'all
runnin'
out
of
steam
already?
That's
all
y'all
got
man?,
c'mon
man
We
got
the
illest
combination
of
this
right
here
man
That's
all
you
got
man?
C'mon
man
You
gotta
be
kiddin'
me
man
It
is
all
so
simple
just
add
it
all
up
My
mail
box
is
on
fire,
cause
my
checks
don't
stop
Pockets
full
of
chunky
black,
can't
fuck
with
these
crop
That
these
niggas
be
smokin',
straight
out
the
yard
Might
catch
me
in
a
burgundy
chair,
my
shirt
blockin'
Fresh
with
my
bandanna
and
Timbs,
we
outta
there
Pushin'
to
the
limit
like
Montana
did
Army
bags
full
of
money,
bullet
proof
this
And
that
too,
put
some
in
the
roof
Niggas
be
shootin'
from
windows,
we
untouchable
Yea
we
is
rich
thugs,
that
shoot
up
clubs
Make
albums
that
click
more
than
little
drugs
Infamous,
cause,
or
if
you
a
blood
You
goin'
need
that
bandanna
for
your
head,
you
go
at
us
No
shit
our
songs
bump,
and
girls
show
us
love
Cause
they
know
who
big,
y'all
got
love
then
I
gotta
have
the
big
chain,
or
the
watch
yo
(That's
how
+Gangstas
Roll+)
I
need
me
a
big
phatty,
straight
video
ho
(That's
how
+Gangstas
Roll+)
Back
sit
at
the
black
truck,
with
the
black
rims
yo
(That's
how
+Gangstas
Roll+)
In
the
club
with
my
gat,
what?,
we
got
this
shit
sold
(That's
how
+Gangstas
Roll+)
Yo
you
ain't
clappin'
nuttin',
splashin'
nuttin',
lettin'
nuttin'
die
Real
niggas
never
advertise,
what
the
fuck
is
on
they
mind?
The
real
never
stop
until
they
get
at,
bringin'
shit
to
where
yo
live
it
Tell
whoever
the
other
drama
with,
on
the
floor
dyin'
Out
of
there
before
the
siren,
bounce,
dismantle
your
iron
Lost
count
how
many
times,
I
had
these
bitch
niggas
flyin'
Give
a
fuck,
shoot
his
ass,
for
the
littlest
thing
The
principal,
minuscule,
my
gun
is
still
ring
You
ain't
flippin'
nuttin',
makin'
cheddar,
y'all
niggas
broke
Broke
guns,
broke
dunns,
y'all
got
jokes
Yea
I'mma
hammer
like
a
fiend,
when
he
need
it,
let
it
smoke
When
you
bitches
act
up,
it
relax
even
more
Pretty
sure
niggas
know
they
don't
- don't
put
'em
all
When
they
finally
figure
it
out,
his
slow
ass
gone
Yea
you
runnin'
with
'em,
dime
with
'em,
try
to
switch
teams
And
get
your
motha'fuckin'
head
blown
off
clean
[Interlude:
Prodigy]
X2
Yea,
Infamous
nigga,
we
all
up
in
these
set
The
girls
comin'
with
us,
your
money
is
a
bet
We
gon'
take
all
y'all
money
and
smoke
with
the
clique
Ga'head
and
think
funny,
and
we
shootin'
for
you
head
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1 Priorities
2 It Ain't Hard to Tell
3 Clap Those Thangz
4 Tic Toc
5 Weed
6 Pump
7 Tony's Money
8 Gangsta Roll
9 Round Here
10 Traing Camp
11 Poetry 2004
12 Get 2 No U
13 Great
14 Uncasa
15 What It Is
16 Pop Cannons
17 Slow Jamz
18 Beef
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