Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Cory Gunz - Great Spitters lyrics
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Cory Gunz - Great Spitters lyrics]
Rapping is my religion
Brings me the finest women
Gives me them eight figures
Respect that M O B B d Double E P
Real rap, real shit, real spit
It's that real conversation
My mu'fuckin' occupation
Hitman I body that with a
Cognac, with a track, i slay it
With a little bit of grass
Little bit of class
Little bit of brashness I mix it up
Till it's just enough
To have me on that best rap list
It's that empire state shit
Where we love the entire nation
Niggas that want to stunt on
Us, they deserve to die
Don't try my patience
Paint prov, like a bass kick
Thank God, I erase this, big boy to head boy
Take that as a fuckin' favor
I know, I know, I know
You niggas think P be poppin' shit
And probably don't know that everything
P be poppin' is
Louder than words, my niggas ain't clowns
We not herbs i bounce yo head off that curb
I'm just a rhymin' expert
What you niggas want me to be
Your Grim Reaper see?
I can see through you snake ass eyes
And you know misery loves company
And they hate when they see me shine
See these dimes, see this cash
See me on tour with the infamous
I'll see you in hell, my gun ring bells
Puts all that bullshit to rest
I've got niggas on lock, doin' time
Cleanin' Mac's, right off the block
Movin' dimes who wanna ride, where to?
Chicks told me I'd be there in a year or two
Goin' at the mall, corners appear poof
Death is just around the corner
It's here too got a little brother
I'mma give a better life
Beautiful little girl's I'mma put
To bed at night i was 12 in the kitchen
When they let in white
RIP my nigga Beretta Mike
I'm affiliated with the renegades
I don't got juice, pop you
Now I'm Minute Maid
In the bucks we trust, when they lust me
I'll be givin' a fuck to
Dust into disgust we bust
Mom left me, she was too young
She would've kept me
Still wouldn't be able to run
Bad-ass loud tell a nigga to hum
Dessert too hot nigga eat wit ya tongue
Militia, Mobb Deep, YMCMB, I'm done
Like Charlie, see me have a gun
Tell an old girl
Party with a nigga til' one
She got a body, harder to beat on a gun
I got keys to the spot with a G and a Pump
D's on the block just screamin' to jump
P tell 'em stop 'fore I be in the front
When niggas get caught, catch me if you want
Brings me the finest women
Gives me them eight figures
Respect that M O B B d Double E P
Real rap, real shit, real spit
It's that real conversation
My mu'fuckin' occupation
Hitman I body that with a
Cognac, with a track, i slay it
With a little bit of grass
Little bit of class
Little bit of brashness I mix it up
Till it's just enough
To have me on that best rap list
It's that empire state shit
Where we love the entire nation
Niggas that want to stunt on
Us, they deserve to die
Don't try my patience
Paint prov, like a bass kick
Thank God, I erase this, big boy to head boy
Take that as a fuckin' favor
I know, I know, I know
You niggas think P be poppin' shit
And probably don't know that everything
P be poppin' is
Louder than words, my niggas ain't clowns
We not herbs i bounce yo head off that curb
I'm just a rhymin' expert
What you niggas want me to be
Your Grim Reaper see?
I can see through you snake ass eyes
And you know misery loves company
And they hate when they see me shine
See these dimes, see this cash
See me on tour with the infamous
I'll see you in hell, my gun ring bells
Puts all that bullshit to rest
I've got niggas on lock, doin' time
Cleanin' Mac's, right off the block
Movin' dimes who wanna ride, where to?
Chicks told me I'd be there in a year or two
Goin' at the mall, corners appear poof
Death is just around the corner
It's here too got a little brother
I'mma give a better life
Beautiful little girl's I'mma put
To bed at night i was 12 in the kitchen
When they let in white
RIP my nigga Beretta Mike
I'm affiliated with the renegades
I don't got juice, pop you
Now I'm Minute Maid
In the bucks we trust, when they lust me
I'll be givin' a fuck to
Dust into disgust we bust
Mom left me, she was too young
She would've kept me
Still wouldn't be able to run
Bad-ass loud tell a nigga to hum
Dessert too hot nigga eat wit ya tongue
Militia, Mobb Deep, YMCMB, I'm done
Like Charlie, see me have a gun
Tell an old girl
Party with a nigga til' one
She got a body, harder to beat on a gun
I got keys to the spot with a G and a Pump
D's on the block just screamin' to jump
P tell 'em stop 'fore I be in the front
When niggas get caught, catch me if you want