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Give Up The Goods (Just Step) (电影《明星伙伴》插曲)

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2016-12-29

  Give Up the Goods (Just Step) (电影《明星伙伴》插曲) - Mobb Deep

  Ayo queens get the money long time no cash

  I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast

  The fool retaliated so I had to think fast

  Pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last

  Now who the fuck you think is living to this day

  I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay

  They looked at me and said queen's niggas don't play

  Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way

  It's type hard tryna survive in new york state

  Can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate

  Po po comes around and tries to relocate me

  Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me

  Cause having cash is highly addictive

  Especially when you're used to having money to live with

  I thought step back look at my life as a whole

  Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul

  I'm out for delfia selfia p's not helping ya

  I'm tryna get this lexus up and plus a cellular

  Yo big noyd what up cousin I can't cope

  With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope

  Yo it's the r-a-double-p-e-r

  N-o-y-d niggas can't fuck with me

  Coming straight outta qb pushing an infiniti

  You ask can I rip it constantly mentally

  Definitely to the death of me come and test me

  Trust me nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me

  So bust me you're gonna have to cause I'mma blast you

  My lyrical like a miracle ill spiritual

  I'm born with it I'm getting on with it

  And I'mma have it 'til I'm fucking dead and gone with it

  Cause I'm a what composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor

  Don't make me buck ya cause I'm a wild mothafucka

  You know my flow you know my steelo

  Even pack my gat when I go to see my po

  Jump out my hooptie pass my gat and my lucci

  To my shorty in case my po try to troop me

  To the island and if I start wilding

  Flipping on niggas walking around with the nice gold medallions

  But she didn't violate me so I escaped see

  Back to queen's pumping the fiends making more cream

  Know what I mean I'm a natural born hustler

  Won't try to cut ya pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

  Hey yo ain't no time for faking jacks cause brothers who fake jacks

  Get laid on their backs the streets is real

  Can't roll without steel I feel how I feel

  Cause I was born to kill do what I gotta

  To eat a decent meal brothers is starving

  Don't try to find a job son it's all about robbing

  So don't be alarmed when we come through

  We supposed to if you opposed to get your face blown dude

  Off the map cause I react attack

  A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that

  Drug dealing only mess with shorties that's appealing

  I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling

  Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride

  Sipping e&j getting bent all night

  Yo who that I never seen him in my whole life step to his business

  Cause it's only right po-po ain't around so I grab my pound

  Money retaliated so I hit the ground my life is on the line

  Gotta hold my projects down can't see myself getting bodied

  By a clownass nigga that ain't even from my town

  Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead

  And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens

  I stop firing to cut ass like a diamond jetted to the cribpiece

  What a relief stashed the heat then proceeded to peep

  Out the window call my son yo son we got beef

  But no question money had a problem so I solved him

  I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid

  Thinking of ways to take loot already made

  There's crime in the air ain't no time to be afraid

  Give me yours and get laid give up the goods and get sprayed

  I got lots of love for my crew that is

  No love for them other crews and rival kids

  All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is

  And if they don't they need to buy a watch word up

  Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt up

  While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup

  On a park bench on 12th street my whole crew's famous

  You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless

  First of all slow down you on the wrong route

  Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about

  The street life ain't nothing to play with

  No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same shit

  Just drinking liquor doing bids extorting crack heads

  And sticking up the stick-up kids

  The stick-up kids the stick-up kids

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