Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Raheem Jamal Abdul, James Tyrone Chandler, Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita
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Mobb DeepAnimal Instinct Lyrics:
Intro: Havoc
No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The
Infamous album, right?
Aight, we gonna do it again son
(Havoc)
Yo
Laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas fuck you up
Thick as shorty guts, get the men to set you up
It's the most trifle, 44th Side disciples
Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour
Niggas come with the "I gave you
birth kid, I'm sellin you"
The Infamous got PC for days
We runnin thru townships, fuckin shit
Kid, we down shit
Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge
no doubt, rub the clique
9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's
Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD
I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin
Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again
Songs about 'We all around the NC'
Cop the E series, jealous ones envy
Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me
I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie
I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that
Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin with that?
(Prodigy)
To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy
Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti
Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty
Scarface and Gambino, New York City
It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit
Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
Your time's wasted for figurin P
was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously
You get lumped sometin horribly and then we calmly
guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly
Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out
After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out
Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout
Mobb niggas to the exit, we out
(Ty Knitty)
9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse
QBC on the L-I-E sippin Hennessey
and Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy
Eyes forever chingy up in the Mariott
Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low
The 5-0migos, the gigolo, what nigga?
(Gambino)
A technique official wipe me
Internal bleedin he felt, heat then cold feet
QBC committee, Ty Knitty hit the safe
The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates
We escape, ain't no turnin back to Stat
Pushin back-to-back acs, gettin cheddar
Drug smugglin trusty, catchin faith
We don't hesitate, we regulate and
evaluate, cut the cake!
Chorus:
My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears
and thirty years for years, start
niggas and drink beers
Tired of livin life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall
Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all
Animal instinct, these niggas
gettin clapped on instinct
I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall
*repeat*
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