Mobb Deep - Can't ***** Wit Lyrics
[intro: havoc, (prodigy)]Yeah... yeah... yeah (let it go... let it go)Yo, thats right (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (thats right)Oh, yeah (check it out, tell em, dunn)Oh...[chorus x2: havoc]Yall niggaz cant ***** wit the niggaz I ***** wit (uh-uh)Really dont wanna ***** wit niggaz I ***** wit (uh-uh)Yall niggaz minor league in my eyes for realYall niggaz wanna pop shit? see me when ya get a record deal[havoc]Yo, if I sat at wrote a verse for all the niggaz I hatedMost definately, if not you, kill somebody belatedSound foul with a subject, dunn, no women or kidsDump you up under a bridge in a cardboard boxIm like nothin to do wit it, believe it or notIm washin my hands to get bent with henney or rockUp in the rep bangin my chest off, pealin my socksNiggaz do it to death, I sleep with my 6 *****edLike henney rock, one sip, ya love it a lotWhile you sleepin, Im creapin wit the intricate plotCuz picture me up in the morgue, way before my timePicture you tryin to get my while Im still tryin to get mines*****, have ya brain lookin like castroDunn, I heard you wanted me (be careful what you ask for)*****, if I buck you, damn short snitchedThe nigga just mad cuz he cant cop crisp[chorus x2][raekwon]I observe the dread, winter time, big shot in my legBlood barrels, a big thick benneton kegRazor glass full, salute all teflon, shoot wit the left armWe sleepin wit nukes, the blood is shed warmHigh-voltage guns, nuns wit jums in the gumsRazors, lazers, bulletproof blazersYo, remind what the team chantedThey bought the jewel from a don wit a king-sized hat on, slantedKangol wit bentol, ya mental, mid-warSpill hen in the store, thats for the ownBlaze wit a bent 4, yo these laws is yoursWhen we pour gasoline all in ya pours and drawsSo decievin, flow speed change, lay him down, empty breathinInstead of these leaks, we leave the weak weapinOperation: apparatus, spray shots through ya grey stratusStraight up status for maggots[chorus x2][prodigy]Soldier boys stay on ya toes, be on ya ps and qsKeep ya eyes bright comin out ya buildin, dukeYou might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya deathNiggaz slumber, I put em in a deep comaI keep guns cuz its like that, you figure it outI got an arson for niggaz tryin to figure me outYou aint a killa, you just talk more, runnin ya mouthThe type of nigga, well stomp out and bloody downLook, we a mobb for real, dont let the lps twist itCut me a cheque cuz I dont talk businessDrop anthems worth millions and spend millionsTake trips with my niggaz to the keys on the weekendsSerious jewels, pissy off the fruitsDunn, we move like the marines, move when we come throughSeduce *****es dizzy, half they friends and they moms wanna hit meYall know my stiggity[chorus x2][outro: havoc]Yeah, yeah...
