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letra de watch ya self - mobb deep

[intro: havoc]
yeah, uh huh, horror flick
teach those n-gg-s
yea, gotta teach those n-gg-s

[verse 1: havoc]
yo, y’all don’t know how to ball
guess the game wasn’t made for y’all
it was designed for n-gg-s like us who
only put trust in guns and nothin’ else
f-ck it i’m smellin’ myself
you cowards can’t touch me
f-ck around get close hit him with the pound dummy
a pound if you’re lucky
with the dead -ss reel
burnin’ heavy every hour
some paranoid still
clock me, f-ck it, i got time to k!ll
n-gg-s amped liked they just finished sniffin’ out of bills
he’ll die high, somebody will cry
first one, hold them tears till you out the range of the gun
then tell like usual what’s in the blood
whatever happened to the cold n-gg-s got it f-cked up
and twisted out the frame beyond my belief
all the windows in the hood them sh-t’s like box seats

[hook: havoc & prodigy]
you better, watch yourself
your life’ll end up like a horror flick
and it’ll be over just that quick
when that thing go click
n-gg-s better bounce
before you be that n-gg- that we all readin’ about
you better, watch yourself
your life’ll end up like a horror flick
and it’ll be over just that quick
when that thing go click
n-gg-s better bounce
before you be that n-gg- that we all readin’ about

[verse 2: havoc]
y’all n-gg-s all charge, thinking too hard
don’t you know that your evil can’t work against the god
go ahead, quit your day job step in my world
bring the guns with you
plus, put a lock on your girl
it won’t help, cause you know i got those keys and
slugs for days we don’t play with the heat
in the dark of the day, you get caught in the way
smoke steamin’ from the pistol the color of char’ grey

[verse 3: prodigy]
you tryna scare me? you n-gg-s is dead wrong
flash a gun on me, that’s how you get clapped on
and clapped off
the face of the earth
you’re d-mn right it ain’t a movie, this sh-t gon’ hurt
lease for a second, at the most you’re f-cked
the pain is a mo’f-cka though, ain’t it done
the street team holding sticks with our posters up
got more thug than you immediate thugs

[verse 4: prodigy]
yo, the bare horror show and we using real blood
these are not props n-gg- these are real guns
call me sh-t, the more we click
this is not for those that are weak in the stomach
the black murder mob you can start being scared
we hair baby girl, get your coat, we ’bout to air it
alright now on the count of three imma air it (1..2..3)
everybody get the f-ck back, push n-gg-s’ haircuts back
cops get shot from tryna stop n-gg-s from jayin’
throw pills back and one swallowed
smoke the whole dutch with three poles and keep me from stretchin’
push v’s to their red line, while you’re broke staring
get a job, get a car with some power steering
get a girl, she can wash you up
dirty -ss n-gg-s standing next to us they b-ms

- mobb deep

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