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Mobb Deep - Gangstas Roll lyrics
[Intro: Prodigy]
 Ha-ha, uh man, y'all runnin' out of steam already?
 That's all y'all got man?, c'mon man
 We got the illest combination of this right here man
 That's all you got man? C'mon man
 You gotta be kiddin' me man
 [Verse 1: Prodigy]
 It is all so simple just add it all up
 My mail box is on fire, 'cause my checks don't stop
 Pockets full of chunky black, can't fuck with these crop
 That these niggaz be smokin', straight out the yard
 Might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin'
 Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs, we outta there
 Pushin' to the limit like Montana did
 Army bags full of money, bullet proof this
 And that too, put some in the roof
 Niggaz be shootin' from windows, we untouchable
 Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs
 Make albums that click more than little drugs
 Infamous, 'cause, or if you a blood
 You goin' need that bandanna for your head, you go at us
 No shit our songs bump, and girls show us love
 'Cause they know who big, y'all got love then
 [Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]
 I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo
 (That's how "Gangstas Roll")
 I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe
 (That's how "Gangstas Roll")
 Back sit at the black truck, with the black rims yoMobb Deep - Gangstas Roll - http://motolyrics.com/mobb-deep/gangstas-roll-lyrics.html
 (That's how "Gangstas Roll")
 In the club with my gat, what?, we got this shit sold
 (That's how "Gangstas Roll")
 [Verse 2: Havoc]
 Yo you ain't clappin' nuttin', splashin' nuttin', lettin' nuttin' die
 Real niggaz never advertise, what the fuck is on they mind?
 The real never stop until they get at, bringin' shit to where yo live it
 Tell whoever the other drama with, on the floor dyin'
 Out of there before the siren, bounce, dismantle your iron
 Lost count how many times, I had these bitch niggaz flyin'
 Give a fuck, shoot his ass, for the littlest thing
 The principal, minuscule, my gun is still ring
 You ain't flippin' nuttin', makin' cheddar, y'all niggaz broke
 Broke guns, broke dunns, y'all got jokes
 Yea I'ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke
 When you bitches act up, it relax even more
 Pretty sure niggaz know they don't  don't put 'em all
 When they finally figure it out, his slow ass gone
 Yea you runnin' with 'em, dime with 'em, try to switch teams
 And get your motha'fuckin' head blown off clean
[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]
 [Interlude x2: Prodigy]
 Yea, Infamous nigga, we all up in these set
 The girls comin' with us, your money is a bet
 We gon' take all y'all money and smoke with the clique
 Ga'head and think funny, and we shootin' for you head
[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]









