| 歌曲 | My Gats Spitting - Explicit Album Version |
| 歌手 | Mobb Deep |
| 专辑 | Infamy |
| 作词 : Chandler, Cooper, Johnson ... | |
| (Verse One: Havoc) | |
| Is it real like niggaz claimin', "stay to this" | |
| Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this | |
| Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? | |
| Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad | |
| Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube | |
| a million dollars won't even put my feet in his shoes (check it out) | |
| Niggaz lose they life, hear as nature | |
| and niggaz die when...tryin', I'm gangsta, niggaz | |
| Straight pussy, I can smell that shit | |
| There's only one way that I can duse that shit | |
| Slugs comin' through, better move that shit | |
| He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that shit | |
| Them QB niggaz, too grimey for y'all | |
| We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song | |
| The 41st Side, and that love go long | |
| Niggaz screamin' out, "dunn" | |
| and we put y'all on... | |
| Chorus: Havoc (2x) | |
| So fuck y'all niggaz | |
| Buck y'all niggaz | |
| Ain't no way you can touch my niggaz | |
| Try my nigga | |
| Die my nigga | |
| All y'all niggaz...my gats spittin' | |
| (Verse Two: Infamous Mobb) | |
| Aiyo | |
| You feel my niggaz when we come through, thuggin' it | |
| You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government | |
| I'm 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly | |
| You fuckin' with veterans who's better than us, | |
| The In-fa-mous, | |
| We crush crab niggaz to dust and sweep-o-mop | |
| When the heat raise up, | |
| ain't no ifs, ands, or buts | |
| The most scandalous, make your blood rush | |
| through your body like it ain't never did before | |
| We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all | |
| My spirit is torn | |
| My guns is long | |
| My team is strong | |
| We king kong niggaz when the heat is on | |
| And no matter if I'm wrong or right, | |
| believe me, I'm right | |
| If anything else, nigga prepare to fight | |
| like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up | |
| or, buckle up and get shot the fuck down | |
| 'cause we got 4 pounds that don't make no sounds | |
| Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy | |
| Believe me, it's far from what you see on tv, | |
| It's real life drama, you wouldn't want to be me... | |
| Chorus: Havoc (2x) | |
| So fuck y'all niggaz | |
| Buck y'all niggaz | |
| Ain't no way you can touch my niggaz | |
| Try my nigga | |
| Die my nigga | |
| All y'all niggaz...my gats spittin' | |
| (Verse Three: Prodigy) | |
| Aiyo, | |
| There aint no niggaz on the face of the map, fuckin' with this | |
| Infamous, y'all, that dominant mall | |
| Just park your attention on my dogs, it's us | |
| We the ones with that dope shit, | |
| that cold crush | |
| We burn 'em up, turn it up, it's on | |
| We gonna do it 'til it death us, fuck yo' thoughts | |
| Niggaz be plottin' to dead us, they move in veine | |
| Get they head bust open, it's not a thing | |
| So rap fo' these niggaz | |
| My team is tough | |
| It's not a game, motherfucka | |
| We cleanin' up | |
| Gettin' that money, motherfucka | |
| You king or what | |
| We use your head, dunn, it's right there | |
| Get you some | |
| You lack strength, motherfucka | |
| Better get you some | |
| For's me, I'm more than a family, dunn | |
| and we handles our business | |
| and continue to bang | |
| and chump niggaz | |
| Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer | |
| Chorus: Havoc (2x) | |
| So fuck y'all niggaz | |
| Buck y'all niggaz | |
| Ain't no way you can touch my niggaz | |
| Try my nigga | |
| Die my nigga | |
| All y'all niggaz...my gats spittin' |
| zuò cí : Chandler, Cooper, Johnson ... | |
| Verse One: Havoc | |
| Is it real like niggaz claimin', " stay to this" | |
| Let me answer that question while I' m aiming this | |
| Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? | |
| Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad | |
| Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube | |
| a million dollars won' t even put my feet in his shoes check it out | |
| Niggaz lose they life, hear as nature | |
| and niggaz die when... tryin', I' m gangsta, niggaz | |
| Straight pussy, I can smell that shit | |
| There' s only one way that I can duse that shit | |
| Slugs comin' through, better move that shit | |
| He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that shit | |
| Them QB niggaz, too grimey for y' all | |
| We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song | |
| The 41st Side, and that love go long | |
| Niggaz screamin' out, " dunn" | |
| and we put y' all on... | |
| Chorus: Havoc 2x | |
| So fuck y' all niggaz | |
| Buck y' all niggaz | |
| Ain' t no way you can touch my niggaz | |
| Try my nigga | |
| Die my nigga | |
| All y' all niggaz... my gats spittin' | |
| Verse Two: Infamous Mobb | |
| Aiyo | |
| You feel my niggaz when we come through, thuggin' it | |
| You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government | |
| I' m 1 3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly | |
| You fuckin' with veterans who' s better than us, | |
| The Infamous, | |
| We crush crab niggaz to dust and sweepomop | |
| When the heat raise up, | |
| ain' t no ifs, ands, or buts | |
| The most scandalous, make your blood rush | |
| through your body like it ain' t never did before | |
| We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all | |
| My spirit is torn | |
| My guns is long | |
| My team is strong | |
| We king kong niggaz when the heat is on | |
| And no matter if I' m wrong or right, | |
| believe me, I' m right | |
| If anything else, nigga prepare to fight | |
| like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up | |
| or, buckle up and get shot the fuck down | |
| ' cause we got 4 pounds that don' t make no sounds | |
| Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy | |
| Believe me, it' s far from what you see on tv, | |
| It' s real life drama, you wouldn' t want to be me... | |
| Chorus: Havoc 2x | |
| So fuck y' all niggaz | |
| Buck y' all niggaz | |
| Ain' t no way you can touch my niggaz | |
| Try my nigga | |
| Die my nigga | |
| All y' all niggaz... my gats spittin' | |
| Verse Three: Prodigy | |
| Aiyo, | |
| There aint no niggaz on the face of the map, fuckin' with this | |
| Infamous, y' all, that dominant mall | |
| Just park your attention on my dogs, it' s us | |
| We the ones with that dope shit, | |
| that cold crush | |
| We burn ' em up, turn it up, it' s on | |
| We gonna do it ' til it death us, fuck yo' thoughts | |
| Niggaz be plottin' to dead us, they move in veine | |
| Get they head bust open, it' s not a thing | |
| So rap fo' these niggaz | |
| My team is tough | |
| It' s not a game, motherfucka | |
| We cleanin' up | |
| Gettin' that money, motherfucka | |
| You king or what | |
| We use your head, dunn, it' s right there | |
| Get you some | |
| You lack strength, motherfucka | |
| Better get you some | |
| For' s me, I' m more than a family, dunn | |
| and we handles our business | |
| and continue to bang | |
| and chump niggaz | |
| Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer | |
| Chorus: Havoc 2x | |
| So fuck y' all niggaz | |
| Buck y' all niggaz | |
| Ain' t no way you can touch my niggaz | |
| Try my nigga | |
| Die my nigga | |
| All y' all niggaz... my gats spittin' |