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letra de glitter n glass - mobb deep

[intro: prodigy]
s’right
yeah six
[?] all that, all that
eight, nine
ten, eleven
infamous, g-unit
we the future
i want y’all to know one thing (yeah)

[verse 1: prodigy]
mobb deep is, better than god, better than jesus
more popular than allah, in the hood, in the streets it’s, only us
that these n-ggas’ll listen to, our book is the new bible
n-gga we the exception to the rules, we brake all the laws
we have no respect for authority (f-ck y’all) at all
there is nun but us, we run this sh-t
can’t believe 50 cent gave millions to lunatics like h and p, place to be
is g-unit records aybody want a piece
but aybody can’t get a crumb
cause when i tell fifth not to sign to ’em they career is done
and all ya’ll was laughin’
’till ya heard my sh-t now ya suckin’ my d-ck wit a passion
your mixtape wack sh-t
won’t make it past the triborough bridge, n-gga why you still rappin’?
come on, die already or we gon’ de-ice you
we don’t even know you yeah and we don’t like you
’cause n-ggas cover they self with costume jewels
but when we step in the room they look like fools
[chorus: prodigy]
baby everything that glitter is not ice
it’s just glitz, glamor and lights
and liars, that’s not a h class
that ain’t nuttin’ but a nice piece of glass
you got that d-ck, i got that sick
chain with the nice piece, you got a nice piece of sh-t
you spendin’ your rent money just to look like us
but we spend a whole lot more they can’t keep up

[verse 2: havoc]
ayo n-ggas ain’t ready for the mobb and g-u
teach you [?] [?] gettin’ them things through
aim at your cap then sergeant, lieutenant
say the wrong sh-t i’m shootin’ give a f-ck who said it
n-ggas [?] [?] [?] let the liquor amp them
stomp his ass out like they [?] of my anthem
have him all f-cked up on the floor all crawlin’
i could get a n-gga touched and on the road tourin’, yuh
too many n-ggas, new york is a sweat box
lead pop, get ya greasy hands full of [?] [?]
this ratchet in my hand yeah together in wedlock
’till death do us part or the feds knock, yeah n-gga
b-tches f-ck n-ggas, and so do the ratchet
all that back and forth beef sh-t now that sh-t is romantic
only candles bein’ lit is the one at your [?]
21 gun salute? n-gga use this missiles
[chorus: prodigy]
baby everything that glitter is not ice
it’s just glitz, glamor and lights
and liars, that’s not a h class
that ain’t nuttin’ but a nice piece of glass
you got that d-ck, i got that sick
chain with the nice piece, you got a nice piece of sh-t
you spendin’ your rent money just to look like us
but we spend a whole lot more they can’t keep up

- mobb deep

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