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    "Bloodsport" Lyrics

    Mobb Deep

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    turn them heaadphones up
    to my man Nigga-No, yo
    Killa Bee
    no doubt

    I kick that progress
    and to that dumb nigga god bless
    I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit
    now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin
    fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin
    we blowin niggas
    heart attack stroking niggas
    provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas
    you rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker
    get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya
    but fuck that
    stickin with the gat is quicker
    scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga
    do a jaw way all day fake shit
    what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)
    and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit
    and show the world don't sweat it baby girl
    I gotta hem
    and pull the gat like a stem
    you all fucked up like a off beat blend
    I send message that you couldn't read clear
    try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear
    take it as a letter but I'm not sincere

    this ain't rap, it's bloodsport
    your life cut short, you fell short
    pressure's on high, full court
    my team form killer instincts and fire arms
    dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars
    a life of a wild rebel, who run wild
    clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down
    appear, disappear, a hydro cloud
    while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out
    Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead
    get ninja'd
    I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin'
    listen, who are you to throw your fist in?
    hit like a bitch, run like a faggot an take the whole shit
    that's it
    I had to pass here with shit
    It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get
    you want to talk tough and get all delinquent
    you find yourself all bloodied up and shameded
    me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit
    bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin
    what's up there? let's take you there and touch something
    I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that
    capable of combat, P counterattack
    in some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back
    it was a foul way to go, Kicko
    you know the ropes so...
    bloodsport motherfucker

    ay yo the rockweiler
    chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar
    and let the lights dimmin
    and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice
    fatality too
    this rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two
    to the set of prenumtual
    got paid in too comfortable
    it's all good, we don't want to humble
    and while you shinin in the spotlight
    I got this dot right
    the aimed right a stoplight
    the trife life, ain't no part two's
    when it's over it's over you hit
    now send your soldierly stool

    <repeat last stanza>

    nigga, bloodsport
    This song was submitted on October 29th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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