โหลดเพลง mp3 One Of Ours Part II (Dirty) - Mobb Deep

One Of Ours Part II(Dirty) - Mobb Deep/Jadakiss
Okay one more time ni**a you know the situation like this

Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community

Gotta show these motherf**kers how to wipe them thangs off you know

Teach 'em a little somethin'

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 motherf**ker I'm more sick
You turn them hoes off I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school mine's metamorphic

Dem fools ain't killin' nuttin' in the club they all bent
My intent is to sober that a** 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
Wipe them guns off get that money money
Wipe a ni**a smell off ain't nuttin' funny
Show these motherf**kers just how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin' kid a ni**a hungry
Wipe them guns off get that money money
Wipe a ni**a smell off ain't nuttin' funny
Show these motherf**kers just how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin' yeah he one of ours

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

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 ni**a 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
Wipe them guns off get that money money
Wipe a ni**a smell off ain't nuttin' funny
Show these motherf**kers just how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin' kid a ni**a hungry
Wipe them guns off get that money money
Wipe a ni**a smell off ain't nuttin' funny
Show these motherf**kers just how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin' yeah he one of ours
My niggaz they can't stop us
Everysince 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 ni**a
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
F**k if you broke tomorrow get cash today
And even though it's hard niggaz is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb before my niggaz starve we'll
Wipe them guns off get that money money
Wipe a ni**a smell off ain't nuttin' funny
Show these motherf**kers just how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin' kid a ni**a hungry
Wipe them guns off get that money money
Wipe a ni**a smell off ain't nuttin' funny
Show these motherf**kers just how hungry you
Get when your feet are touchin' yeah he one of ours