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    "Man Down" Lyrics

    Mobb Deep feat. Big Noyd

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    Intro: Prodigy and Big Noyd

    That's my word, GOD! Kick that thug shit, GOD!
    Kick that motherfuckin thug shit man! Word up, man!
    (What's up, son? What's up?) Word up, get go
    (No doubt, nigga!) Money no represent, knowI'msayin?
    (All the time, baby) No doubt (YouknowI'msayin?)
    Who we got here, son? (Shine, baby, shine)
    (Look) Look who we have here, yo! (up in the sky...sky)

    Verse 1: Prodigy

    Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit
    Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin
    You fuckin comic, who you kidding?
    My nigga's laughing, blood bathin, the world's greatest
    In-famous crime-zanous
    To interfere would be dangerous
    Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength
    You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up
    by my z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked
    My coalition specialises in collision
    The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac, spit
    and leave ya half-split
    You'll be missin much more than a fraction
    when it's time for action
    Hit em while a man down, make that nigga backspin
    Trapped up, a ???? madman
    We blastin you're collapsin, heavily light my gold Mac 10
    Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin
    You get castin the Mobb, deaf and assin
    We face splashin, dope fake's ice-pick stabbin
    He slow leakin, he 'ternally bleedin for speakin
    outta place, niggas get placed back indecent
    Live at the main event may I present
    Screamin out loud for any squad that's deaf
    My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath
    It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts
    Another satisfied consumer who got blessed
    Single out ya army til there's no man left

    Chorus:

    Man down (Man down, down, down, down....)
    *repeat x3*
    Lay the fuck down!

    Verse 2: Havoc

    Infamous cartel, visible evidence
    We scarred well, associated team benevolent
    Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with
    sharp shit that'll rip thru
    one hundred layers of Kevlar, sharp like the jim star
    Exiled, son, he get sent far
    He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest
    Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowlest
    Catchin court cases, pay for your legal aid
    Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that
    Invest third place on my best sold rap
    On the scrap from the ignorant cats
    It'll be dead in a few....just like that
    Couldn't bust his gat right (Yo, y'know what?)
    But now you bucked your own man, amatuer ass
    Homeboy take that ass to class
    but you cut in, duckin a reality blast
    You catch a D minus fuckin with New York's finest
    The conversation from them outsiders
    Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp
    We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin
    We analysin, tell you up front ain't no surprises
    We take you down first round, give ya man pound

    Chorus

    Verse 3: Big Noyd

    Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones
    to be blowin off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
    Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
    Toss me the fifth so I can bless the GOD with gift
    Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this
    Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
    First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit
    I stick a rocket up in they ass and give em a lift
    My marvellous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee
    Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see
    Shit fienin, now get your fix cos you need it
    Fuckin up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret
    The only way you weakin is if you beakin this
    Sneak devy niggas mischevious
    'knowledgin the GOD behind the scene on some snake shit
    The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it
    We just waitin with patience
    Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin
    So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon
    or you can snatch the Mac for the faggot, ai!
    Bang em up, fuck em up

    Chorus

    Lay the fuck down, down, down, down...
    This song was submitted on October 29th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Tajuan Akeom Perry, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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