Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Gangstas Roll lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy]

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

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

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 niggaz 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

Niggaz 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

[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]

I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo

(That's how "Gangstas Roll")

I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe

(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")

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Yo you ain't clappin' nuttin', splashin' nuttin', lettin' nuttin' die

Real niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz broke

Broke guns, broke dunns, y'all got jokes

Yea I'ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke

When you bitches act up, it relax even more

Pretty sure niggaz 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

[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]

[Interlude x2: Prodigy]

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

[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]

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