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Mobb Deep
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In The Long Run
Lyricist:Chandler Tyrone, Johnson Albert J, Muchita Kejuan Waliek
'Cause in the long run We could be on, son It's on, son Extra cash just for more guns
'Cause in the long run We could be on, son It's on, son Extra cash just for more guns
Let's start the warfare
Yo, Ty Nitty, Air Force Ones call up my duns Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns Caught a body on the run You don't want none, lump some
Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt Proceed where that weed indeed Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed
My whole mission, like a platoon take position Ain't goin' in if my clique can't get in That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time Get that loot up, no doubt I bail mines
Easy access Shorty straight up hit the mattress Have you role playin' just like a actress My tactics leavin' niggas stuck doin' back flips
I black out take it to the gats Fuck this rap shit, let my niggas shine Rate my rhymes like a dime Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas
Yo, who's the one to be made into example Nigga, you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com What? My Mobb'll get on top ya, topple ya Like a fall guy you fell down clown
Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now Ten years later still hold a firm ground Nigga P thugly Enter the ring wit something For anyone who wanna play gun, what up G?
I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that? Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gats Got juiced up, now Bishop think he thuggin' it black pimp
Let's rap a taste, you get your little head pinched off Brooklyn touched you, then left you for Queens to finish off Fuck a [unverified]Keith Murray and his whole clique Yeah, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit Told you come around the corner No police and no witnesses, little to your knowledge
You almost got shot but that's aright though I'ma catch ya ass again You fuckin' immigrant [unverified]for two cent My Mobb runnin' shit you fuckin' Carlton Ave coward The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers
'Cause in the long run We could be on, son It's on, son Extra cash just for more guns
'Cause in the long run We could be on, son It's on, son Extra cash just for more guns
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