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    "Animal Instinct" Lyrics

    Mobb Deep

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    Intro: Havoc

    No doubt!
    Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right?
    Aight, we gonna do it again son


    Laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas fuck you up
    Thick as shorty guts, get the men to set you up
    It's the most trifle, 44th Side disciples
    Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour
    Niggas come with the "I gave you birth kid, I'm sellin you"
    The Infamous got PC for days
    We runnin thru townships, fuckin shit
    Kid, we down shit
    Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique
    9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's
    Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD
    I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin
    Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again
    Songs about 'We all around the NC'
    Cop the E series, jealous ones envy
    Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me
    I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie
    I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that
    Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin with that?


    To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy
    Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti
    Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty
    Scarface and Gambino, New York City
    It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
    Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit
    Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch
    My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
    Your time's wasted for figurin P
    was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously
    You get lumped sometin horribly and then we calmly
    guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly
    Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out
    After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out
    Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout
    Mobb niggas to the exit, we out

    (Ty Knitty)

    9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse
    QBC on the L-I-E sippin Hennessey
    and Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy
    Eyes forever chingy up in the Mariott
    Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low
    The 5-0migos, the gigolo, what nigga?


    A technique official wipe me
    Internal bleedin he felt, heat then cold feet
    QBC committee, Ty Knitty hit the safe
    The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates
    We escape, ain't no turnin back to Stat
    Pushin back-to-back acs, gettin cheddar
    Drug smugglin trusty, catchin faith
    We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake!


    My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears
    and thirty years for years, start niggas and drink beers
    Tired of livin life this way, crime pay
    But for how long till you reach a downfall
    Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all
    Animal instinct, these niggas gettin clapped on instinct
    I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay
    But for how long till you reach a downfall

    (Nigga) Motherfucker!
    Word up!
    This song was submitted on October 29th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Albert Johnson, James Tyrone Chandler, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Raheem Jamal Twin Abdul.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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