Mobb Deep - Gangstas Roll lyrics

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

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 niggas 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
Niggas 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

I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo
(That's how +Gangstas Roll+)
I need me a big phatty, straight video ho
(That's how +Gangstas Roll+)
Back sit at the black truck
With the black rims yo
(That's how +Gangstas Roll+)
In the club with my gat, what?
We got this shit sold
(That's how +Gangstas Roll+)

Yo you ain't clappin'
Nuttin', splashin' nuttin'
Lettin' nuttin' die
Real niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas broke
Broke guns, broke dunns, y'all got jokes
Yea I'mma hammer like a fiend
When he need it, let it smoke
When you bitches act up, it relax even more
Pretty sure niggas 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

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