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Mobb Deep

Genres: Hip-Hop

We Up [dirty] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Yeah, 'bout to get my head right on this one 

Oh oh oh yeah, oh oh oh, uh-huh uh-huh 

Yeah, yeah c'mon 

 

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 junk for the relapse 

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 

 

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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!) 

 

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I'm havin' dreams of squeezin' a gun that don't work 

And some nigga with a tech 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 shorty 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 

 

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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