Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U.S.A. (Aiight Then), artist - Mobb Deep. Date of issue: 16.08.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
U.S.A. (Aiight Then) |
| Eh yo this ones for all my M.O.B.B |
| And my out of state niggas reppin NYC |
| To my duns up in the clink stuck in the bing |
| For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight |
| For young lords livin like old time kings |
| And old timers puttin young bloods on them things |
| Just a little something for ya block to sing |
| Can you relate? |
| Do you feel me? |
| Aiight then |
| Mind like the dutch, forward or backwards |
| Couldn’t clear my style like Anita Baker «Rapture» |
| Fracture, cry now laugh later |
| We assist and compute data, On ya IBM |
| Dime bitches I be eyein them |
| Shoot me down a hundred times |
| Still come up wit new lines |
| Rec exects dont like me |
| Come up with new rhymes |
| See you on the edge and give a push for all mankind |
| Hook |
| Mike Tyson style, animal dunns, we live wild |
| Too many ways to die, we alive for now |
| We cross borders, take the guns along with us |
| Defend infamous to the fullest |
| Protect my dunns that came with me, they move with me |
| Its risky for you to try to approach the god shifty |
| We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest |
| Its amazing what my Benz do to ya bitches |
| While you bearin witness, we handlin' ya chick bidness |
| Thug her out, dug her out, you know the dealings |
| Picture you dead and in the raw |
| Flippin 2 not ready for what you and |
| Moms already missin you |
| Old fool from the old school |
| You thirty-six, I been doin this since niggas selling nic’s |
| Gettin head from tricks |
| Takin shorts for kicks |
| Niggas mad ain’t tell them where the stash was at |
| If she a dime baby moms |
| Dun be baggin' that |
| Smack em with the gat |
| (what) React that |
| Hook |
| And to my fifth ward clique (how you like this) |
| And to my dirty south thugs (how you like this) |
| And to my westside niggas (let's unite this) |
| And to my Chi-town gangstas keep thuggin it |
| Prodigy: |
| Connect the dots |
| Merge with many a block |
| My porto rock representitives blow plenty of shots |
| It’s love sincerely |
| Deep in my heart |
| For those that relate to this here song |
| Havoc: |
| Lovin' the angel |
| Have you noddin' off like good dope |
| And if the nappy good, then bolt regardless |
| Finish it when you want to start shit |
| Turn the body into carcass |
| Handle mines regardless |
| Hook |
| And for my midwest terrorists rock this |
| For my New Orleans team they can’t stop us |
| And to my Little Rock kitka that’s heartless |
| This for my Beantown dogs and the lifers |
| From Seattle to pink houses |
| The Unified States of America, let’s get it right, shit |