| Yeah, yeah.
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| Payback.
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| — repeat 2X
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| Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
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| Is that yo' ho? |
| She feelin' our style
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| We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
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| So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
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| Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
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| Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
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| Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
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| Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
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| Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
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| Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
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| Kings of New York, I’m one of the few of those
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| Difficulties to come, it’s gon' be funerals
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| You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave
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| I get paid, cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
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| And I’m so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank
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| So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
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| Blow a stack on David, cause I’mma pyro
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| Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
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| I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
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| If you can’t whip they ass, then niggas get shot (shot, shot)
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| — repeat 2X
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| Waist. |
| yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots
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| Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
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| Block party departed, somebody got bodied
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| Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie
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| Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
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| Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix
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| Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06
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| Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex
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| I’m focused, looked through my lens, see my vision
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| Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin'
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| From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton
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| I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin'
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| Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' ho
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| You don’t do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go
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| Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
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| Bitch I wanna fuck, I don’t wanna know what’s on ya mind
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| — repeat 2X
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| Yeah, I know you can’t believe it. |
| WHOO!
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| We still soakin' it all in ourselves
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| Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. |
| (yeah)
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| It’s our means. |
| Curtis. |
| «Billion Dollar Budget» Jackson
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| Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
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| You ain’t the only millionaires on the block no more
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| Ya money is old nigga. |
| smell that? |
| That’s new money nigga
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| We filthy rotten rich. |
| (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it)
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| G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put 'Em In Their Place , by - Mobb Deep. Song from the album Blood Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп