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Mobb Deep » We Up
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	Yeah, bout to get my head right on this one Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-huh uh-huh Yeah Yeah! C'mon (Havoc:) Hav' come through, slump low with the seat back With somethin in the stash to push a elephant bean back Shit, my shit is touchin, hungry hurry up need that Tryin to live right, only a juk for the relapse (yeah) Perhaps I'll fold, maybe I won't Go back to it like an old bitch I boned Nigga Havoc he a problem 'specially when he zoned Let a nigga get foul like the wool he smoked, so Smell me people, these clowns ain't equal to I Bitches feel me cause they love my vibe Know what a chick want, know what a chick need Recognize the difference from a male, and chicken feed I'm blessed that's why my neck is glistening You in a slump cause you not listening We hold our own and earn our keep And never ever get more than the one eye sleep (Prodigy:) (We up!) Word man (We up!) I be havin nightmares son (We up!) (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) I don't even wanna go to sleep no more (We up!) I be havin the illest dreams son (We up!) Tell you about this shit son (We up!) Yo (Everybody wake up!) I'm havin dreams of squeezin a gun that don't work And some nigga with a tec come and wet my shirt I catch bullets in my stomach, and them shits burn I wake up sweatin, holdin my stomach cause it hurt Yo the shit seem too real, I'm dyin of thirst I gotta drink mad water just to calm me down thirst 'fore I get back to sleep, and get some rest Then I can't get back to sleep, I'm too stressed I got the shotty real close, right under my bed I know that work, cause I been practicin with my gauge at the range, nigga I'm nice wit it Nigga motherfuck them dreams, I'm real life wit it You'll be coughin up yo' spleen, guts an' all kinda shit You invade my space, I'm beatin the case Nigga come fuckin with me, yeah that's my kind of shit Please, or all of my guns'll be a waste (Havoc:) (We up!) Yeah, I feel you my nigga (We up!) No doubt (We up!) That's why I'm glad we up man (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) We got niggaz to do that shit for us y'know? (We up!) Word up man (We up!) That's right my nigga we up (We up!) (Everybody wake up!)
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