Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Up, artist - Mobb Deep. Date of issue: 19.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Up |
| Yeah, bout to get my head right on this one |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-huh uh-huh |
| Yeah |
| Yeah! |
| Hav’come through, slump low with the seat back |
| With somethin in the stash to push a elephant bean back |
| Shit, my shit is touchin, hungry hurry up need that |
| Tryin to live right, only a juk for the relapse (yeah) |
| Perhaps I’ll fold, maybe I won’t |
| Go back to it like an old bitch I boned |
| Nigga Havoc he a problem 'specially when he zoned |
| Let a nigga get foul like the wool he smoked, so Smell me people, these clowns ain’t equal to I Bitches feel me cause they love my vibe |
| Know what a chick want, know what a chick need |
| Recognize the difference from a male, and chicken feed |
| I’m blessed that’s why my neck is glistening |
| You in a slump cause you not listening |
| We hold our own and earn our keep |
| And never ever get more than the one eye sleep |
| (We up!) Word man |
| (We up!) I be havin nightmares son |
| (We up!) |
| (And I love it, and I love it) |
| (We up!) I don’t even wanna go to sleep no more |
| (We up!) I be havin the illest dreams son |
| (We up!) Tell you about this shit son |
| (We up!) Yo (Everybody wake up!) |
| I’m havin dreams of squeezin a gun that don’t work |
| And some nigga with a tec come and wet my shirt |
| I catch bullets in my stomach, and them shits burn |
| I wake up sweatin, holdin my stomach cause it hurt |
| Yo the shit seem too real, I’m dyin of thirst |
| I gotta drink mad water just to calm me down thirst |
| 'fore I get back to sleep, and get some rest |
| Then I can’t get back to sleep, I’m too stressed |
| I got the shotty real close, right under my bed |
| I know that work, cause I been practicin |
| with my gauge at the range, nigga I’m nice wit it Nigga motherfuck them dreams, I’m real life wit it You’ll be coughin up yo’spleen, guts an’all kinda shit |
| You invade my space, I’m beatin the case |
| Nigga come fuckin with me, yeah that’s my kind of shit |
| Please, or all of my guns’ll be a waste |
| (We up!) Yeah, I feel you my nigga |
| (We up!) No doubt |
| (We up!) That’s why I’m glad we up man |
| (And I love it, and I love it) |
| (We up!) We got niggaz to do that shit for us y’know? |
| (We up!) Word up man |
| (We up!) That’s right my nigga we up |
| (We up!) (Everybody wake up!) |