Double Shots Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

It's a celebration y'all, let's do it 

Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah, bounce 

Yeah aight? Aiyyo 

Cats like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?" 

Nigga back on his grind, tryin' to kill son 

A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin'? 

But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin' 

Straight short nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches 

First chance I get, you know I'm shittin' 

On them fake-ass thugs, stuntin' in the club 

Don't get scuffed in front of these broads 

Homey so pussy, what they do to they broad 

Beat them bitches up if they dance to the Mobb 

Type of shit is that? 

That won't stop her from lettin' us blow her back 

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Bounce to that homey we got this locked 

Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and 

Hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not 

'Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shot 

Just party, don't get yourself shot 

(Uh, uh) 

Leave all the drama back home at the block 

At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin' 

While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin' 

(Pimpin' them hoes) 

Just party, don't get yourself shot 

(Uh, uh) 

Leave all the drama back home at the block 

At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin' 

While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin' 

(Pimpin' them hoes) 

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Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, genuinely thugged 

I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub 

All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you fucked 

And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut 

We got mountains and we gon' have a smoke fest son 

C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin' home used paper 

Ain't it amazin' I'll stretch how we keep bangin' 

We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta 

Queens bridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists 

We come through, blow shit up, America's 

Nightmares right here live in the flesh 

Our blood and bone be sittin' in Ferrari's and better 

We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters 

And take flights back home to hop up in some next shit 

While you tryin' to get your hand on some cash 

We never gotta touch money again, we got plastic 

Just party, don't get yourself shot 

(Uh, uh) 

Leave all the drama back home at the block 

At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin' 

While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin' 

(Pimpin' them hoes) 

Feel that nigga, yeah, okay yo, aiyyo 

Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor 

Shit, 'til them fuckin' flamers empty out player 

'Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music 

I'm on loadin' nines up, ridin' up, shootin' it 

I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark 

I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Luger's 

The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters 

With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin' your food is 

Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it 

'Cause niggaz be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up your nugget 

Knee deep in the grind like fuck it 

We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love it 

And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid 

We on another level, yeah, we really on some next shit 

Got the techs spittin' and makin' more connections 

Makin' more cash and blastin' more weapons 

Just party, don't get yourself shot 

(Uh, uh) 

Leave all the drama back home at the block 

At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin' 

While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin' 

(Pimpin' them hoes)