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Mobb Deep
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Yeah, uh-huh
Broad Street bully in this motherfucker
Oh yeah, nigga, uh-huh
Come on
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh
May death come to all those who crosses
The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, the coffers
Church masses, closed caskets
Bible verses, long black curses
Long-ass gaps, too big for holsters
Obituary posters is getting posted
The reaper closing in, getting closer
You just think, you blink like a soldier
State prop soldier here, SK shoulder, yeah
Ice grill, hold that stand
Half a clip now, hold that dead
Tear out your hip now, hold that chair, uh
Yeah, you missed the list of the souls I spared
Double check that you ain't on that dead
Squeeze weapons, hollow points, open up like a cobra head
Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair, flatline, clear