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Shorty wop Lyricsby Mobb Deep Buy album CD: Amerikaz Nightmare Yeah-h-h-h, one two one two Yeah, okay, now You know who we got up in this bitch M.O., M.O.B.B.B. [Chorus: Prodigy] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) [Havoc] And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck) Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust Death toll addin up, them razors we let 'em rust Them haters we clap 'em up, countin cash, that's us Catch me in that GT Coupe, with the flat screen drooped in the driver's seat souped, cause it's a Bentley When I pass by, have you stuck, S.U.'s, black 'em up Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot, sorta for my mascots that pop off, buck buck Sick 'em Fido, let the car idle, I ain't never been there Shit can happen have yo' ass, disappear in thin air Shit real, y'all not, get robbed in a car lot You bitch you call cop, you snitch and that's off top My biscuit is gonna pop, whether you like it you not ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot (boy) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Prodigy] Yo yo yo yo dunny you comedy with tragedy nigga You go 'head, keep smilin, we ain't laughin my nigga We dead serious, you niggaz is livin jokes We don't game around, these bullets'll eat through your bones Y-y-y-yeah, that's right you heard me nigga, reach for your chrome When you see us, better bleed us off the top of the dome Meanin you better get to squeezin cause our reason is gone Meanin that shit is out the window, we won't give it a thought And we don't give a loud motherfuck about who you are What's your set that you rep, you can get 'em involved (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all you hearin when you go at the Mobb (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all I'm sayin if you tryin to talk We what you would call, niggaz that talk it walk it and live it Your music is not "Murder," you an Infamous mimic You what we would call, niggaz who suck dick for a living Get off our balls, or we'll take chances for prison [Chorus] - repeat 2X
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