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(feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep & The Alchemist) Prodigy (Intro): Yeah Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga yeah, yeah Laid up, laid up; Infamous nigga; its going down Keak Da Sneak, Uh-Huh P (Prodigy), Yeah ALC (Alchemist) What up What up With It? Child (Intro): Mozart, Mozart, Mozart Prodigy (Hook): Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it Keep the paper, write on it, and never wait a minute That money clicks, all the honey dips; wanna ride in the whips, they slide heavily Slippery hoes you na that go, slimy na mean fo sho? Hahahaha, P (Prodigy) for president; with pistols that pop all that missle shit All that pussy, pussy; I get all the nucci, I get all the coochie in the middle of the poochie They got hella booty and heavily faced; make a few down every time a blank It's really a small thing, I don't try hard I just kick it back and play my part Never see the bright side, we only see the dark So I'm ready for whatever it is you want more... More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more Keak Da Sneak (Chorus): Letras de cancionesThat shit go That go, that go, that go, that go, that go, that go, that go Na Mean Fo Sho? That shit go That go, that go, that go, that go, that go, that go, that go Yadamean you know? That go, that go, that go, that go, that go, that go, that go Keak Da Sneak (Hook): I said lean wit it, rock, walk, and pop, lock, Get low, go get go dumb, don't stop Going like rushing out traffic, in the fast track In the car pool lane; with something like three times black And there ain't no coming back; Granddaddy hittin hard balls like Barry Bond's bat Goin gone, finding something for the feet running; with a fourth counting, the bay slappin' the trunk for me Game savior; I cut you with a shavor weather; honey-racks never behave, only catching my own neighbors Still from the street to the beat; watching this getting; and you ain't gotta tell me what I'm getting Bbbbbay on the road again; this my fourth album all that other shit scraped and done Scraped and done, dipped up put back in your mouth; Brand new media rep smoking more more in and out Yadada talkin' bout (know what I'm talking bout); if you didn't neezle It's all n the dizzle so hit the geezle heezle heezle geezle fo' sheezle Keak Da Sneak (Chorus) The Alchemist (Hook): Yo, eh I'm off the chain; na dawgy, I break the cable I'm mentally retarded; straight disabled I eat off the budget and rape the labels DJ spinning records; oh I break the tables Pull a plug on them; na dawgy, I put the thug on them Put lumps on them; throw punches without the gloves on them I run on them; roll up and pop the trunk on them I stun on the;, shit on them and dunk on them They can't carry the weight; I drop a ton on them I set it off; yeah, I'm dropping the one on them I'm straight cash; you can put the funds on them I guns on them; na dawgy, I bang the drums on them It's like we throwin' off, the lights is out, the phone is off; I'm going off, I'm pulling off, hitting them off, We rollin' off; I'm peeling off, killing them off, I break them off that Keak Da Sneak (Chorus) (Thanks to Kyle for these lyrics) From Letras Mania