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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "One Of Ours Part II"

(feat. Jadakiss)

You know, situation like this

Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these mother$#&@ers how to wipe them thangs off y'know?
Teach 'em a little somethin


[Havoc]
Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth

Ragu red, your brain leakin them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you walk with

When my tec spittin at reinforcements
I could never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y'all cowards just cough it

Like fluids in my lungs, mother$#&@er I'm more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic

Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all bent
My intent is to sober that $$# up, leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of liquor can offset

Got a little paper, I ain't stressin, they all press
Ain't sellin records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin more vests

Better learn how to

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a ^!$$% smile, off ain't nuttin funny
Show, you mother$#&@ers, just how hungry you

get, when your feet are touchin (kid a ^!$$% hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

[* changes each repeat]


[Prodigy]
P gunna, shots stay a come up

out them hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground Zero
The Big Apple, with the worms in the middle (eww)

The White Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from

by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun bust
But look past that, and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they dancin on they seats

Shorty mad gettin stained, she damn near about to faint
She never saw a grimy dirty ^!$$% like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink

Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing

BANG!

[Chorus]


[Jadakiss]
My ^!$$%z they can't stop us

Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers
All of them is filled to the top with the vest poppers
We can get it on with America's Best Coppers

Soon as the lead pop you, whoever don't make it
to the funeral or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay ^!$$%

with a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper
They say life is short, death is longer
That makes it even harder to express my hunger

And I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin to that volleyball
A "Cast Away," I'll blast away

$#&@ if you broke tomorrow, get cash today
And even though it's hard, ^!$$%z is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my ^!$$%z starve we'll


[Chorus]

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