Mobb Deep - Gangstaz Roll

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[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 One: 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 Two: 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: 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

[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]

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