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Mobb Deep - Make The Hits - текст песни, видео

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Mobb Deep - Make The Hits - текст песни, видео

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(feat. The Alchemist) 

[Intro: (Havoc) & The Alchemist] 
(Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, fo' real) 
You are now tuned into the sounds 
Handcrafted & designed, by the H A V O C 
Havoc beats, (fo' real) A-L-C talkin' 

[Verse 1: Havoc] 
You know my name, you know my pedigree 
It ain't a game, who could do this better then me? 
As far as I'm concerned, niggaz better play that position 
Their slugs will be hittin' that target, neva missin' 
And - how many times, do I gotta go through that beef 
Protectin' my shines, wit nothin' but that big heat 
I'm down to Earth, but niggaz wanna to bring it 
Up to that next level, swing, don't sing it 
But I warn y'all, tear y'all niggaz in new ass off 
Compared to Hav', nigga I'm dope, you lactose 
Pass the roach; you laughin' I'ma get that last tot 
Gangstas to fly bitches, I rap for those 
And - layin' it down, just like it's suppose to be layed 
Check mate on a nigga when my moves is made 
Don't believe? The proof is in the pudding, my nigga 
Straight face when I'm pullin' the trigger, you didn't know? 

[Chorus: Prodigy] 
Yo it's the word, you hate P? 
You hatin' on Hav?, the A-L-C? 
We gettin' doe, we got the V's 
That make your hoe come up out them panties 
And - we do it big, we +Make The Hits+ 
Y'all make the check, like it's come up off the checks 
You gettin' broke, we gettin' rich 
We got the guns that make a mess, uggghh! 

[Verse 2: The Alchemist] 
Aiyo it's time, time for me to shock and amaze 
The best out, chest out when I'm rockin' the stage 
I'm certified, A-L-C claimin' his clout 
And I'ma show you what that name's about 
And - the +Quiet Storm+ (ssshhh!) blew out the fuckin' lights 
Flood the block and overflow personal 
Trained pipes, me and H, yea we the same type 
Get the checks in the daytime and bang out in the late nights 
Plus, I'm on the grind, snatch a quarter 'mil from KOCH 
'Cause I shook the spot, it went from the bottom to the top 
(Get that) I fake then I'm swingin' the rock 
Anyway you cut the cake I get my CREAM off the top 
CREAM of the crop, on sideways, leanin' and drop 
Top speed 'til the cops give me a reason to stop 
Even in the winter season I'm hot 
Like Ripley's if you a thug, I don't know if I Believe It Or Not! 

[Chorus: Prodigy]
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