Stole Something - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Stole Something - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Artist | Lloyd Banks |
| Album | Blood Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johnson, Jones, Lloyd, Muchita | |
| Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that | |
| I don't got to tell you hoe, you know | |
| I got that crack | |
| Three for the price of one, you know | |
| I have you comin' back | |
| You can have me a | |
| P.O. absolute and it's a rap | |
| It's a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped | |
| No, I won't say your name 'cause it just put you on the map | |
| And I ain't, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that | |
| Shorty love the way | |
| I swing my game, | |
| I got a better bat | |
| Know I'm lethal with this rap shit, c'mon baby holla back | |
| Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain't no stoppin' that | |
| I don't sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap | |
| Spit a verse,then | |
| I eventually watch the cheddar stack | |
| I'm shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like it's a got to get slack | |
| This a standin' ovation for homey with a | |
| Tek clapF that, we takin' over baby and that's that | |
| Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can't stand rap | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meYeah, gun powder resi' on the sleeve of my | |
| PeleI had to burn my leather and toss ' | |
| My Buddy'Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly | |
| I had to cut the ringer like, "Fuck e'rybody" | |
| Drive the bulletproof all the way to | |
| CaliLay low for a month or so gettin' very high | |
| Where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones | |
| Back on the | |
| East Coast | |
| I bury now | |
| I'm partyin' with | |
| Halle Berry | |
| This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it | |
| So niggaz started grillin' me | |
| Like they was gon' take my things | |
| So I assumed | |
| I had to set it | |
| Now it's blood splashed all on the ice in my jewelery | |
| They don't know who did it 'cause | |
| I did it smoothly | |
| Take my ass back to | |
| Queens, it's not like | |
| I look for trouble | |
| It seems trouble always finds me, then | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meLook, | |
| I got tons of old beef and a brand new forty | |
| A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me | |
| A high-priced lawyer just in case a nigga snap | |
| And can't take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap | |
| A horrible splatter in a matter of a second | |
| Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it | |
| My crew greater, yeah, | |
| I'm talkin' to you hater | |
| I'm too major, two-tone blue gator | |
| New blazer, big gun, little razor | |
| So raise up, that ain't how your momma raised ya | |
| They wire-tappin' to hear somethin', they ear-hustlin' | |
| They won't bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him | |
| It's nothin', there's more 'mati's at the spot | |
| One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop | |
| I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot | |
| Stash box, with the nine magnum with a wop | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for me |
| zuo ci : Johnson, Jones, Lloyd, Muchita | |
| Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that | |
| I don' t got to tell you hoe, you know | |
| I got that crack | |
| Three for the price of one, you know | |
| I have you comin' back | |
| You can have me a | |
| P. O. absolute and it' s a rap | |
| It' s a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped | |
| No, I won' t say your name ' cause it just put you on the map | |
| And I ain' t, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that | |
| Shorty love the way | |
| I swing my game, | |
| I got a better bat | |
| Know I' m lethal with this rap shit, c' mon baby holla back | |
| Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain' t no stoppin' that | |
| I don' t sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap | |
| Spit a verse, then | |
| I eventually watch the cheddar stack | |
| I' m shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like it' s a got to get slack | |
| This a standin' ovation for homey with a | |
| Tek clapF that, we takin' over baby and that' s that | |
| Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can' t stand rap | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meYeah, gun powder resi' on the sleeve of my | |
| PeleI had to burn my leather and toss ' | |
| My Buddy' Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly | |
| I had to cut the ringer like, " Fuck e' rybody" | |
| Drive the bulletproof all the way to | |
| CaliLay low for a month or so gettin' very high | |
| Where I' m goin' it gets my mind of the bones | |
| Back on the | |
| East Coast | |
| I bury now | |
| I' m partyin' with | |
| Halle Berry | |
| This Hollywood shit' ll catch you slippin' if you let it | |
| So niggaz started grillin' me | |
| Like they was gon' take my things | |
| So I assumed | |
| I had to set it | |
| Now it' s blood splashed all on the ice in my jewelery | |
| They don' t know who did it ' cause | |
| I did it smoothly | |
| Take my ass back to | |
| Queens, it' s not like | |
| I look for trouble | |
| It seems trouble always finds me, then | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meLook, | |
| I got tons of old beef and a brand new forty | |
| A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me | |
| A highpriced lawyer just in case a nigga snap | |
| And can' t take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap | |
| A horrible splatter in a matter of a second | |
| Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it | |
| My crew greater, yeah, | |
| I' m talkin' to you hater | |
| I' m too major, twotone blue gator | |
| New blazer, big gun, little razor | |
| So raise up, that ain' t how your momma raised ya | |
| They wiretappin' to hear somethin', they earhustlin' | |
| They won' t bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him | |
| It' s nothin', there' s more ' mati' s at the spot | |
| One flat tire' s gon' matter if they pop | |
| I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot | |
| Stash box, with the nine magnum with a wop | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for me |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Jones, Lloyd, Muchita | |
| Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that | |
| I don' t got to tell you hoe, you know | |
| I got that crack | |
| Three for the price of one, you know | |
| I have you comin' back | |
| You can have me a | |
| P. O. absolute and it' s a rap | |
| It' s a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped | |
| No, I won' t say your name ' cause it just put you on the map | |
| And I ain' t, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that | |
| Shorty love the way | |
| I swing my game, | |
| I got a better bat | |
| Know I' m lethal with this rap shit, c' mon baby holla back | |
| Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain' t no stoppin' that | |
| I don' t sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap | |
| Spit a verse, then | |
| I eventually watch the cheddar stack | |
| I' m shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like it' s a got to get slack | |
| This a standin' ovation for homey with a | |
| Tek clapF that, we takin' over baby and that' s that | |
| Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can' t stand rap | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meYeah, gun powder resi' on the sleeve of my | |
| PeleI had to burn my leather and toss ' | |
| My Buddy' Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly | |
| I had to cut the ringer like, " Fuck e' rybody" | |
| Drive the bulletproof all the way to | |
| CaliLay low for a month or so gettin' very high | |
| Where I' m goin' it gets my mind of the bones | |
| Back on the | |
| East Coast | |
| I bury now | |
| I' m partyin' with | |
| Halle Berry | |
| This Hollywood shit' ll catch you slippin' if you let it | |
| So niggaz started grillin' me | |
| Like they was gon' take my things | |
| So I assumed | |
| I had to set it | |
| Now it' s blood splashed all on the ice in my jewelery | |
| They don' t know who did it ' cause | |
| I did it smoothly | |
| Take my ass back to | |
| Queens, it' s not like | |
| I look for trouble | |
| It seems trouble always finds me, then | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meLook, | |
| I got tons of old beef and a brand new forty | |
| A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me | |
| A highpriced lawyer just in case a nigga snap | |
| And can' t take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap | |
| A horrible splatter in a matter of a second | |
| Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it | |
| My crew greater, yeah, | |
| I' m talkin' to you hater | |
| I' m too major, twotone blue gator | |
| New blazer, big gun, little razor | |
| So raise up, that ain' t how your momma raised ya | |
| They wiretappin' to hear somethin', they earhustlin' | |
| They won' t bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him | |
| It' s nothin', there' s more ' mati' s at the spot | |
| One flat tire' s gon' matter if they pop | |
| I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot | |
| Stash box, with the nine magnum with a wop | |
| I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for meI get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me | |
| Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money | |
| There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me | |
| You want to work? | |
| Then pump this | |
| O for me, | |
| O for me |
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