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U.S.A. (Aiiight Then)

アーティスト:Mobb Deep 

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Eh yo this ones for all my M-O-B-B And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mind like the dutch flow wit her backwards Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture Frature cry now laugh later We assist and compute data On ya IBM Dime bitches I be eyein them Shoot me down a hundred times Still come up wit new rhymes Rec exects dont like me Come up with new rhymes See you want it and you give a push for all mankind Eh yo this ones for all my M-O-B-B And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mike Tyson style Animal duns We live wild, too many ways to die We alive for now, we cross borders Take the guns along with us Defend imfamous to the fullest Protect my duns that came with me They move with me it's risky For you to try to approach the god shiftly We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches While you bearin witness We handelin ya chick b'ness (business) Thuggin out druggin out ya know the dealins Picture you dead and in the raw Flippin two not ready for what you and Moms already missin you Old fool from the old school, you 36 I been doin this since niggas sellin nicks Gettin head from tricks Takin shorts for kicks Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at


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