Give It Up Fast 歌词
| 歌曲 | Give It Up Fast |
| 歌手 | Mobb Deep |
| 专辑 | Hell on Earth |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johnson, Jones, Muchita, Perry | |
| Got out the airport, the | |
| Mobb pick me up in the truck | |
| Jury junkie like fuck, | |
| I ain't scared to get stuck | |
| So what's the deal poppy? | |
| You heard the feds almost got me | |
| I had the | |
| Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby | |
| Negotiating like an | |
| Illuminati network | |
| Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect | |
| When I lost but back then was my fault | |
| Now it's time to floss | |
| Eye for an eye what's mine is yours | |
| I need a suite with the flowers | |
| Complementary at | |
| Trump Towers | |
| Sit at the table we can build for hours | |
| On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse | |
| The World | |
| Is Yours written all over the blimps | |
| Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning | |
| From [unverified] and prima, loads of women rockin' linen | |
| I got a plan to blow the | |
| Hiroshima, | |
| JapanMovin' niggas out tha hood and just divide 'em with fam | |
| Ay yo, the bitches like | |
| G Money said to us, man | |
| About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand | |
| Give it up fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough | |
| Son you know | |
| Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit | |
| QBC, nigga grab your click | |
| Yeah son, | |
| I'm feelin' it, opposition want me dead, concealin' shit | |
| Four gats got me livin', kid, rushin' through my pyramid | |
| You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary | |
| Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch | |
| Ran his mouth like a bitch, now he's layin' in a ditch | |
| Daily dug for himself on his grave | |
| I had to piss | |
| Scud missile never miss you | |
| Hit you, scratch you off, we left | |
| Jim Star rip through | |
| You metal deeper, you ain't havin' it me either | |
| It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers | |
| Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers | |
| Huh, huhHey | |
| Noyd, what up this cat right here, man | |
| Word upThe tough guy strong me, | |
| I guess he got plans to ruin me | |
| He want ta do me slowly but surely | |
| I beat his fast ass a bit early | |
| Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly | |
| Put the drome to his dome let him know it's never early | |
| You can slide before | |
| I snatch the heat from his side | |
| Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes | |
| He was surprised | |
| I snatched him up regulated his gat | |
| And backed him up, stepped to the side, | |
| P blast em up | |
| Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes slit | |
| So rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit(Yo, kill that nigga, man) | |
| All I remember was | |
| I shot for his throat | |
| GYou see big guns and 3- | |
| D is haunting | |
| It gets deep, fuckin' with these | |
| ChineseThai weed burnin' my hip from hot gats | |
| Burnin' my lips from roach clips | |
| Catch me on 40th and | |
| Bootlegger in the a.m. | |
| These 'R-tape meridian' cats, insomniacs | |
| Four in the mornin' we throwin' back some | |
| Cognac juice | |
| Lettin' gats loose in the blue van blitz through | |
| These kids too couldn't find the pistol | |
| Ay yo, I got the | |
| Lexus, holdin' my necklace | |
| I'm bent off some next shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist | |
| Stumblin', place of my gun right, it's slipped down its caliber | |
| Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now | |
| Numbed up for my fiery cup, | |
| I held juice of sin's nectar | |
| Saints found they youth | |
| Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck | |
| Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin' ya luck | |
| My pipe games like a night train top speed through ya warm piece[Unverified] to say the least | |
| Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the cell if it ain't a freak show | |
| Said you know | |
| Mobb Deep is plannin' this shit | |
| QBC, niggas grab their click | |
| Give it up fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough | |
| Son you know | |
| Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit | |
| QBC, nigga grab your click(And that's how it go) | |
| And that's it nigga(If it ain't a freak show) | |
| It ain't a freak show | |
| Ya know what | |
| I'm sayin'?(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up) | |
| Don't go(You know the deal) | |
| Rapper Noyd, rapper | |
| P, Nas, Havoc to the exit | |
| Niggas we out, what up(The Infamous) | |
| It's over baby(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7) | |
| Tell the rest of the crew |
| zuo ci : Johnson, Jones, Muchita, Perry | |
| Got out the airport, the | |
| Mobb pick me up in the truck | |
| Jury junkie like fuck, | |
| I ain' t scared to get stuck | |
| So what' s the deal poppy? | |
| You heard the feds almost got me | |
| I had the | |
| Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby | |
| Negotiating like an | |
| Illuminati network | |
| Don' t catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect | |
| When I lost but back then was my fault | |
| Now it' s time to floss | |
| Eye for an eye what' s mine is yours | |
| I need a suite with the flowers | |
| Complementary at | |
| Trump Towers | |
| Sit at the table we can build for hours | |
| On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse | |
| The World | |
| Is Yours written all over the blimps | |
| Here' s a toast to my foes, it' s like a whole new beginning | |
| From unverified and prima, loads of women rockin' linen | |
| I got a plan to blow the | |
| Hiroshima, | |
| JapanMovin' niggas out tha hood and just divide ' em with fam | |
| Ay yo, the bitches like | |
| G Money said to us, man | |
| About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand | |
| Give it up fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the tables if it' s not about dough | |
| Son you know | |
| Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit | |
| QBC, nigga grab your click | |
| Yeah son, | |
| I' m feelin' it, opposition want me dead, concealin' shit | |
| Four gats got me livin', kid, rushin' through my pyramid | |
| You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary | |
| Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch | |
| Ran his mouth like a bitch, now he' s layin' in a ditch | |
| Daily dug for himself on his grave | |
| I had to piss | |
| Scud missile never miss you | |
| Hit you, scratch you off, we left | |
| Jim Star rip through | |
| You metal deeper, you ain' t havin' it me either | |
| It' s drama, ain' t got time for no breathers | |
| Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers | |
| Huh, huhHey | |
| Noyd, what up this cat right here, man | |
| Word upThe tough guy strong me, | |
| I guess he got plans to ruin me | |
| He want ta do me slowly but surely | |
| I beat his fast ass a bit early | |
| Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly | |
| Put the drome to his dome let him know it' s never early | |
| You can slide before | |
| I snatch the heat from his side | |
| Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes | |
| He was surprised | |
| I snatched him up regulated his gat | |
| And backed him up, stepped to the side, | |
| P blast em up | |
| Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes slit | |
| So rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit Yo, kill that nigga, man | |
| All I remember was | |
| I shot for his throat | |
| GYou see big guns and 3 | |
| D is haunting | |
| It gets deep, fuckin' with these | |
| ChineseThai weed burnin' my hip from hot gats | |
| Burnin' my lips from roach clips | |
| Catch me on 40th and | |
| Bootlegger in the a. m. | |
| These ' Rtape meridian' cats, insomniacs | |
| Four in the mornin' we throwin' back some | |
| Cognac juice | |
| Lettin' gats loose in the blue van blitz through | |
| These kids too couldn' t find the pistol | |
| Ay yo, I got the | |
| Lexus, holdin' my necklace | |
| I' m bent off some next shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist | |
| Stumblin', place of my gun right, it' s slipped down its caliber | |
| Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now | |
| Numbed up for my fiery cup, | |
| I held juice of sin' s nectar | |
| Saints found they youth | |
| Megaaction, bitches all around ready to fuck | |
| Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin' ya luck | |
| My pipe games like a night train top speed through ya warm piece Unverified to say the least | |
| Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the cell if it ain' t a freak show | |
| Said you know | |
| Mobb Deep is plannin' this shit | |
| QBC, niggas grab their click | |
| Give it up fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the tables if it' s not about dough | |
| Son you know | |
| Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit | |
| QBC, nigga grab your click And that' s how it go | |
| And that' s it nigga If it ain' t a freak show | |
| It ain' t a freak show | |
| Ya know what | |
| I' m sayin'? Don' t give up, don' t give up, don' t give up | |
| Don' t go You know the deal | |
| Rapper Noyd, rapper | |
| P, Nas, Havoc to the exit | |
| Niggas we out, what up The Infamous | |
| It' s over baby Fuck 96 to 97 | |
| Tell the rest of the crew |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Jones, Muchita, Perry | |
| Got out the airport, the | |
| Mobb pick me up in the truck | |
| Jury junkie like fuck, | |
| I ain' t scared to get stuck | |
| So what' s the deal poppy? | |
| You heard the feds almost got me | |
| I had the | |
| Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby | |
| Negotiating like an | |
| Illuminati network | |
| Don' t catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect | |
| When I lost but back then was my fault | |
| Now it' s time to floss | |
| Eye for an eye what' s mine is yours | |
| I need a suite with the flowers | |
| Complementary at | |
| Trump Towers | |
| Sit at the table we can build for hours | |
| On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse | |
| The World | |
| Is Yours written all over the blimps | |
| Here' s a toast to my foes, it' s like a whole new beginning | |
| From unverified and prima, loads of women rockin' linen | |
| I got a plan to blow the | |
| Hiroshima, | |
| JapanMovin' niggas out tha hood and just divide ' em with fam | |
| Ay yo, the bitches like | |
| G Money said to us, man | |
| About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand | |
| Give it up fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the tables if it' s not about dough | |
| Son you know | |
| Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit | |
| QBC, nigga grab your click | |
| Yeah son, | |
| I' m feelin' it, opposition want me dead, concealin' shit | |
| Four gats got me livin', kid, rushin' through my pyramid | |
| You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary | |
| Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch | |
| Ran his mouth like a bitch, now he' s layin' in a ditch | |
| Daily dug for himself on his grave | |
| I had to piss | |
| Scud missile never miss you | |
| Hit you, scratch you off, we left | |
| Jim Star rip through | |
| You metal deeper, you ain' t havin' it me either | |
| It' s drama, ain' t got time for no breathers | |
| Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers | |
| Huh, huhHey | |
| Noyd, what up this cat right here, man | |
| Word upThe tough guy strong me, | |
| I guess he got plans to ruin me | |
| He want ta do me slowly but surely | |
| I beat his fast ass a bit early | |
| Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly | |
| Put the drome to his dome let him know it' s never early | |
| You can slide before | |
| I snatch the heat from his side | |
| Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes | |
| He was surprised | |
| I snatched him up regulated his gat | |
| And backed him up, stepped to the side, | |
| P blast em up | |
| Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes slit | |
| So rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit Yo, kill that nigga, man | |
| All I remember was | |
| I shot for his throat | |
| GYou see big guns and 3 | |
| D is haunting | |
| It gets deep, fuckin' with these | |
| ChineseThai weed burnin' my hip from hot gats | |
| Burnin' my lips from roach clips | |
| Catch me on 40th and | |
| Bootlegger in the a. m. | |
| These ' Rtape meridian' cats, insomniacs | |
| Four in the mornin' we throwin' back some | |
| Cognac juice | |
| Lettin' gats loose in the blue van blitz through | |
| These kids too couldn' t find the pistol | |
| Ay yo, I got the | |
| Lexus, holdin' my necklace | |
| I' m bent off some next shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist | |
| Stumblin', place of my gun right, it' s slipped down its caliber | |
| Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now | |
| Numbed up for my fiery cup, | |
| I held juice of sin' s nectar | |
| Saints found they youth | |
| Megaaction, bitches all around ready to fuck | |
| Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin' ya luck | |
| My pipe games like a night train top speed through ya warm piece Unverified to say the least | |
| Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the cell if it ain' t a freak show | |
| Said you know | |
| Mobb Deep is plannin' this shit | |
| QBC, niggas grab their click | |
| Give it up fast, quick and not slow | |
| Not goin' to the tables if it' s not about dough | |
| Son you know | |
| Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit | |
| QBC, nigga grab your click And that' s how it go | |
| And that' s it nigga If it ain' t a freak show | |
| It ain' t a freak show | |
| Ya know what | |
| I' m sayin'? Don' t give up, don' t give up, don' t give up | |
| Don' t go You know the deal | |
| Rapper Noyd, rapper | |
| P, Nas, Havoc to the exit | |
| Niggas we out, what up The Infamous | |
| It' s over baby Fuck 96 to 97 | |
| Tell the rest of the crew |
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