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letra de people talkin - prodigy of mobb deep

[crowd cheering and chanting “mobb deep”]

[intro: johnny “guitar” watson sample & prodigy]
like finding feathers on a housecat, heh
like searching for a needle in a haystack
[?] [?] [?] [?]
g-unit
mobb deep

[chorus: johnny “guitar” watson sample & prodigy]
i hear the people talk
whistling when you walk
your kind is hard (and it’s on) to find
darling, i’m glad you’re mine
(you know what?) i hear the people talk
whistling when you walk (yo check this sh-t out right here man)
your kind is hard to find (yeah)
darling, i’m glad you’re mine

[verse: prodigy]
man look at how the tables turned, you f-cked up now
i got more money and i got more power, i got more fans
cause n-gga you soft, n-gga you talk big, but got a lil set of b-lls
we don’t spray mace over here
we spray llams, 22 shots, assassinator bullet, sh-t’ll bounce around yo brain and land in your stomach
sh-t won’t even make the news, all we hear is nuttin’
rap n-ggas runnin’ ’round
tryna team up ’cause the unit is so strong they can’t beat us
they used to be [?], they used to be the sh-t ’till p got promoted to the best there is
i made it to the other side, so king me n-gga
they think it’s a game, ’till my gun rain on them n-ggas
how y’all gon’ sell records, with p runnin’ ’round with millions of dollars and fire for miles, they don’t want you no more
your sh-t is wack
f-ck outta here, now how you gon’ come back wit a suit
a throwback or maybe a kufi?
get some neptune beats maybe that sh-t’ll do it
cause mobb, deep is makin’ you look bad
blood money soon come, n-gga you a wrap
your b-tch, see me all in the new videos
eytime she blink i’m on the radio
i’m the talk of the hood and it’s drivin’ ’em sick
i’m the new rich n-gga all the hoes wanna riff
50 cent saved me not jesus christ
ask ma$e and m.o.p., for him p’ll die
[outro: prodigy]
muhf-ckin’ right
i just wanna take this time out
to give it up to the big boss (yeah)
curtis “interscope” jackson
just gimme the word my n-gga
spider loc, olivia, young buck, banks (uhh)
h
yayo (yeah)
what up dun?
and it’s on again
know i’m sayin’, get off (yeah) our nuts (yeah, yeah)
f-ck outta here with all that bullsh-t, man (yo light up, son)
nah i ain’t gon’ k!ll ya
whoo kid
shoot that piece of sh-t

- prodigy of mobb deep

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