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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "In the Long Run"

(feat. Ty Nitty)

[Chorus: Havoc]

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....


[Ty Nitty:]
Yo Ty Nitty, airforce one's call up my duns

Got more ^!$$%s seeds on sesame buns
Caught a body on the run
You don't want none, lump some

Exort ^!$$%s for they lump sum no doubt
Proceed,where that weed indeed
Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed


[Havoc:]
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 ^!$$%s stuck doin back flips
I black out
Take it to the gats

$#&@ this rap %#@!
Let my ^!$$%s shine
Rate my rhymes like a dime


Swollen bullet wounds, head $$# ^!$$%s


[Prodigy:]
Yo,
Who's the one to be made into example

^!$$% you pop %#@! wit the wrong guys this time
What! (gunshots)
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 (gunshot)
Ten years later still hold a firm ground

^!$$% 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 !@#^yze these cats wit live ^!$$% 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
$#&@ a - Keith Murray and his whole clique
Yea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bull%#@!

Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses
Little to your knowledge
You almost got shot but that's aiight though

I'm a catch ya $$# again
You $#&@in immigrant - for two cent
My Mobb runnin %#@! you $#&@in Carlton Ave coward

The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers

[Chorus: Havoc]

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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