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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "U.S.A. (Aiiright Then)"

Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
And my out of state ^!$$%s reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing

For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin like old time kings
And old timers puttin young bloods on them things

Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?
Do you feel me?

Aiight then

Mind like the dutch

Flow wit her backwards
Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture
Frature

Cry now laugh later
We $$#ist and compute data
On ya IBM

Dime (*##$es I be eyein them
Shoot me down a hundred times
Still come up wit new rhymes

Rec exects dont like me
Come up with new rhymes
See you want it and you give a push for all mankind


Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
And my out of state ^!$$%s reppin NYC

To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin like old time kings

And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?

Do you feel me?
Aiight then


Mike Tyson style
Animal duns
We live wild

Too many ways to die
We alive for now
We cross borders

Take the guns along with us
Defend imfamous to the fullest
Protect my duns that came with me

They move with me
Its risky
For you to try to approach the god shiftly

We all gorgeous
The most fly
The illest

Its amazing what my mens do to ya (*##$es
While you bearin witness
We handelin ya chick b'ness (business)

Thuggin out druggin out ya know the dealins

Picture you dead and in the raw

Flippin 2 not ready for what you and
Moms already missin you
Old fool from the old school

You 36
I been doin this since ^!$$%s sellin nicks
Gettin head from tricks

Takin shorts for kicks
^!$$%z mad ain't tell them where the stash was at
If she a dime baby moms

Know we baggin' that
Smack em with the gat
(what) React that


Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
And my out of state ^!$$%s reppin NYC

To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin like old time kings

And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?
Do you feel me?
Aiight then


And to my fifth ward clique (how you like this)
And to my dirty south thugs (how you like this)
And to my westside ^!$$%s (yes you like this)
And to my Chi-town gangstas keep thuggin it


Connect the dots
Merge with many a block
My porto rock representitives blow plenty of shots
Its love sincerely

Even my heart
For those that relate to this here song

Thug of the age yo
Have you noddin off like good dope

And if the good then go regardless
Finish it when you want to start %#@!
Turn the body into carcus
Handle mines regardless

Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b

And my out of state ^!$$%s reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin like old time kings
And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?

Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And for my midwest terrorists rock this
For my New Orleans team they cant stop us
And to my Little Rock clique y'all is heartless
This for my Beantown dogs in the life is

From Seattle to ping houses
Unified States of America lets get it right %#@!

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