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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "Bump That"

(feat. 50 Cent)

[H:] Yeah

[50:] Yeah
[H:] It's real, it's real
[50:] Yeah

[H:] Got 'em

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Bump that - ^!$$%z try to stunt on my clique
Then when I get on that %#@!, I bring it to 'em
where they pump at, 12-gauge Mausberg

No shell in the head 'fore you put in work
You gotta pump that - you done hit a ^!$$% with it
and you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice ^!$$%

Dump that - this is serious, these rap ^!$$%z
I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent, Havoc bump that


[50 Cent:]
My son asked, "Daddy why you carry a gun, you ain't a cop"
I looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot

Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?
Show 'em the clip, show 'em the beam, show 'em how Daddy lean"
In the convertible Jag, 22-inch mags

For a high school dropout, %#@!, that ain't bad
I'm ain't a Blood or a Crip, I'm doin my own thang
G-UNIT! %#@!, I done started my own gang

I don't go that funny dance, I don't throw gang signs
But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
You think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good

Have Smurf hangin out the sunroof to light up yo' hood
Man, Carlito ain't never seen Blanco comin
But if he did, you think he woulda started runnin?

And I move with them Doublemint Twins, and two macs
I'll leave you flat your back - BRRRAT! Take that


[Chorus]

[Noyd:]

Uh-huh, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
My life story is that gangsta thing, packin that thing
Iced out diamond rings; $#&@ linen

It's Timbs and jeans, puffin cigars, stuff it with greens
What's $#&@in with Queens? Nuttin and not a thing
We kings of rap, shanks and gats, knuckles and bats

Get at me, you want beef, come correct
Stunt on any ^!$$% in my clique-ah, you get clapped
We sick, so quick, you be layin on your back

Cause we don't give a $#&@ ^!$$%, we love to dump
You don't wanna get jumped, better turn yo' music up
And bump that - cause we comin with them guns black

And cause of the hoodrats, know where your home's at
$#&@ that, this is for my ^!$$%z in the hoods that
slingin them blue caps, smokin that chronic sack

Get that paper, watch for all haters
Snitches and them (*##$es and them inside traders
^!$$% $#&@ that


[Chorus]


[Havoc:]
Yeah, yeah
If you trippin with my ^!$$%z 50 and Noyd

If anybody ask me ^!$$% them my homeboys
When it come to drama know we pack them big gats
(We got a ton of slugs) (*##$, and it's like that

We them thirsty ones, no mask, we stick cats
I never handcuff a ho, I let you whip that
Let my money bubble, live off the kick back

This midnight %#@! is serious, where your kids at?
These streets too dangerous to let them roam
I done seen the gulliest of 'em, cry for home

Like a fish out of water, they gasp and shake
I'm a friend of the jooks and the dukes and the duct tape
Like a Down South ^!$$% I won't stop 'til I'm "skraight"

Walkin up the street, testin out my heat
Uh-huh.. and as you stand in disbelief
When it comes to the slugs I ain't cheap
^!$$% you know I...


[Chorus]

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