Lirik Lagu Give It Up Fast - Mobb Deep F/ Nas, Big Noyd
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Verse 1: Nas
Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truckJury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get stuckSo what's the deal poppy?You heard the feds almost got meI had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobbyNegotiatin like an Illuminati networkDon't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connectWhen I lost but back then was my faultNow it's time to flossEye For An Eye what's mine is yoursI need a suite with the flowerscomplentary at Trump TowersSit at the table we can build for hourson gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpseThe World Is Yours written all over the blimpsHere's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginningFrom ??? and prima, loads of women rockin linenI got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, JapanMovin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with famAy yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, manabout the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand
Chorus 1:
Give it up fast, quick and not slowNot goin to the tables if it's not about doughSon you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shitQBC, nigga grab your click
Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy
Yeah son, I'm feelin itOpposition want me dead, concealin shitFour gats got me livin, kidRushin thru my pyramidYou secondary, go against the grain then you adversaryHad to bury niggas on my side, that snitchran his mouth like a bitchnow he's layin in a ditchDaily dug for himselfOn his grave I had to pissScud missile never miss youHit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thruYou metal deeper, you ain't havin it me eitherIt's drama, ain't got time for no breathersRapper Noyd make these niggas into believers
Huh, huhHey Noyd, what up this cat right here, manWord up!
The tough guy strong meI guess he got plans to ruin meHe want ta do me slowly but surelyI beat his fast ass a bit earlyGrabbed the biased raid, the shit was curlyPut the drome to his domeLet him know it's never earlyYou can slide before I snatch the heat from his sideSaw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyesHe was surprised I snatched him upRegulated his gat and backed him upStepped to the side, P blast em up
Hey yo, cannons are roughYou got strucked up, ya strokes slitSo rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)All I remember was I shot for his throat GYou see big guns and 3-D is hauntingIt gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-neseThai weed burnin my hip from hot gatsBurnin my lips from roach clipsCatch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.These *?R-tape meridiam?* cats, insomniacsFour in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juiceLettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thruThese kids too couldn't find the pistolAy yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklaceI'm bent off some next shitGasoline wick, a kerosene twistStumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibreLookin for chicks that he can stab nowNumbed up for my fiery cupI held juice of sin's nectarSaints found they youthMega-action, bitches all around ready to fuckBig asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luckMy pipe games like a night traintop speed thru ya warm piece??? to say the least
Chorus 2:
Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slowNot goin to the cell if it ain't a freak showSaid you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shitQBC, niggas grab their click
Chorus 1
Outro: Prodigy
(And that's how it go)And that's it nigga(If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak showY'knowhutI'msayin?(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)Don't go(Y'know the deal)Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, HavocTo the exit, niggas we out!What up!(The Infamous)It's over baby(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)Tell the rest of the crew
Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truckJury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get stuckSo what's the deal poppy?You heard the feds almost got meI had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobbyNegotiatin like an Illuminati networkDon't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connectWhen I lost but back then was my faultNow it's time to flossEye For An Eye what's mine is yoursI need a suite with the flowerscomplentary at Trump TowersSit at the table we can build for hourson gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpseThe World Is Yours written all over the blimpsHere's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginningFrom ??? and prima, loads of women rockin linenI got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, JapanMovin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with famAy yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, manabout the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand
Chorus 1:
Give it up fast, quick and not slowNot goin to the tables if it's not about doughSon you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shitQBC, nigga grab your click
Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy
Yeah son, I'm feelin itOpposition want me dead, concealin shitFour gats got me livin, kidRushin thru my pyramidYou secondary, go against the grain then you adversaryHad to bury niggas on my side, that snitchran his mouth like a bitchnow he's layin in a ditchDaily dug for himselfOn his grave I had to pissScud missile never miss youHit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thruYou metal deeper, you ain't havin it me eitherIt's drama, ain't got time for no breathersRapper Noyd make these niggas into believers
Huh, huhHey Noyd, what up this cat right here, manWord up!
The tough guy strong meI guess he got plans to ruin meHe want ta do me slowly but surelyI beat his fast ass a bit earlyGrabbed the biased raid, the shit was curlyPut the drome to his domeLet him know it's never earlyYou can slide before I snatch the heat from his sideSaw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyesHe was surprised I snatched him upRegulated his gat and backed him upStepped to the side, P blast em up
Hey yo, cannons are roughYou got strucked up, ya strokes slitSo rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)All I remember was I shot for his throat GYou see big guns and 3-D is hauntingIt gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-neseThai weed burnin my hip from hot gatsBurnin my lips from roach clipsCatch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.These *?R-tape meridiam?* cats, insomniacsFour in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juiceLettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thruThese kids too couldn't find the pistolAy yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklaceI'm bent off some next shitGasoline wick, a kerosene twistStumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibreLookin for chicks that he can stab nowNumbed up for my fiery cupI held juice of sin's nectarSaints found they youthMega-action, bitches all around ready to fuckBig asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luckMy pipe games like a night traintop speed thru ya warm piece??? to say the least
Chorus 2:
Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slowNot goin to the cell if it ain't a freak showSaid you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shitQBC, niggas grab their click
Chorus 1
Outro: Prodigy
(And that's how it go)And that's it nigga(If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak showY'knowhutI'msayin?(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)Don't go(Y'know the deal)Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, HavocTo the exit, niggas we out!What up!(The Infamous)It's over baby(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)Tell the rest of the crew
