Flavor for the Non Believes Lyrics
| Song | Flavor for the Non Believes |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | Juvenile Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Havoc, Prodigy, Young | |
| Yo, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| Sit back, take a seat and don't forget to pass the weed | |
| And by the way, this is all the way live | |
| And the way that | |
| I survive is pumpin' nickels and dimes | |
| Pumpin' rocks on the corner, pumpin' rocks 'cause | |
| I wannaThe little | |
| Don Ho drug dealer [Incomprehensible] performer | |
| At my height, | |
| I'm described as a midget | |
| But it ain't about height, it's about, "Can I kick it?" | |
| Some say I'm too little, but yo | |
| I'm too ill | |
| I hit skins, light up and then | |
| I smoke a | |
| Phil'You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent | |
| I'm not good, | |
| I'm livin' like a hood | |
| And when I kick | |
| MC's abandon ship' | |
| Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse | |
| Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring' | |
| Cause I'm flippin' like pages in a | |
| Word Up magazine | |
| Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante | |
| So explicit, even porno flicks ban me | |
| And girls gel me like jheri curl activate | |
| The forty dog drinkin' money | |
| Grip, you're dead and stinkin' | |
| Brain cells overload when | |
| I'm thinkin' | |
| This is a rap rape and | |
| I leave a fat taste | |
| Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place | |
| I cook you up, like | |
| Uptown raw base | |
| And leave you open like if you just saw | |
| ScarfaceLike | |
| I said it before, shorty scores, | |
| I get rawFor the cause, battle me, take a loss | |
| I steal shows like | |
| Bel Biv Devoe's | |
| And put on my latex when | |
| I hit up the hoes | |
| You know the flavor kid, give me my props' | |
| Cause it's 1992 and all the bullshit stops | |
| Check it, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Check it, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin' old gold | |
| Roll up my nickel, pack of weed, lick it up and stroll | |
| Prodigy, verbally tragic and | |
| I'm toxicCheck out the way, check out the way, the way that | |
| I drop itYou know my style, step back 'cause | |
| I'm buck wild | |
| All it takes is a mic, 40 dog and a smile | |
| Baby Grand | |
| Puba, Little | |
| Rick, the ruler | |
| And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of | |
| BuddhaMC's can't get with | |
| Mister Mister | |
| Money don't fake moves 'cause | |
| I probably hit your sister | |
| I'm on a mission, word is bond | |
| Word to God, | |
| I goes on, the little | |
| DonSmooth and fantastic as | |
| I get drastic | |
| Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic | |
| I murder with the brain of | |
| Hitler black | |
| And me bein' weak, even | |
| Kodak couldn't picture that | |
| This is flavor for the | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Niggaz don't understand first of all | |
| I rip when | |
| I rip check it, never stall | |
| Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours | |
| I'm goin' all out, check it | |
| You thought | |
| I couldn't wish | |
| I wanna do what | |
| I didI did it so | |
| I done, kill another fuckin' kid' | |
| Cause I don't give a motherfuck and you do | |
| That's why your stupid ass got bucked outta luck | |
| Never took the time to wish | |
| Took a bitch down then | |
| I'm out like quick | |
| Nestle chocolate, munch like it's [Incomprehensible] | |
| That was then, this is now, | |
| I'm goin' for the gold | |
| Thirty yard touchdown, | |
| Mr. ShortFuckin' niggaz bitches just for the sport | |
| But not without the jimmy 'cause bitches | |
| Nowadays knows mad jig tricks and that | |
| I ain't with | |
| Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go | |
| With another fly groove, 'cause | |
| I'm so smooth | |
| Never like to brag but | |
| I do it still | |
| Sip on a 40, smoke on the | |
| Phil'So next time kid, you wanna beef just chill | |
| Before I break your ass up to bits | |
| How many licks would it take? | |
| Check it out, one, two, three bitch-ass nigga licks | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes |
| zuo ci : Havoc, Prodigy, Young | |
| Yo, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| Sit back, take a seat and don' t forget to pass the weed | |
| And by the way, this is all the way live | |
| And the way that | |
| I survive is pumpin' nickels and dimes | |
| Pumpin' rocks on the corner, pumpin' rocks ' cause | |
| I wannaThe little | |
| Don Ho drug dealer Incomprehensible performer | |
| At my height, | |
| I' m described as a midget | |
| But it ain' t about height, it' s about, " Can I kick it?" | |
| Some say I' m too little, but yo | |
| I' m too ill | |
| I hit skins, light up and then | |
| I smoke a | |
| Phil' You don' t want a beef with this juvenile delinquent | |
| I' m not good, | |
| I' m livin' like a hood | |
| And when I kick | |
| MC' s abandon ship' | |
| Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse | |
| Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring' | |
| Cause I' m flippin' like pages in a | |
| Word Up magazine | |
| Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante | |
| So explicit, even porno flicks ban me | |
| And girls gel me like jheri curl activate | |
| The forty dog drinkin' money | |
| Grip, you' re dead and stinkin' | |
| Brain cells overload when | |
| I' m thinkin' | |
| This is a rap rape and | |
| I leave a fat taste | |
| Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child' s place | |
| I cook you up, like | |
| Uptown raw base | |
| And leave you open like if you just saw | |
| ScarfaceLike | |
| I said it before, shorty scores, | |
| I get rawFor the cause, battle me, take a loss | |
| I steal shows like | |
| Bel Biv Devoe' s | |
| And put on my latex when | |
| I hit up the hoes | |
| You know the flavor kid, give me my props' | |
| Cause it' s 1992 and all the bullshit stops | |
| Check it, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Check it, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin' old gold | |
| Roll up my nickel, pack of weed, lick it up and stroll | |
| Prodigy, verbally tragic and | |
| I' m toxicCheck out the way, check out the way, the way that | |
| I drop itYou know my style, step back ' cause | |
| I' m buck wild | |
| All it takes is a mic, 40 dog and a smile | |
| Baby Grand | |
| Puba, Little | |
| Rick, the ruler | |
| And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of | |
| BuddhaMC' s can' t get with | |
| Mister Mister | |
| Money don' t fake moves ' cause | |
| I probably hit your sister | |
| I' m on a mission, word is bond | |
| Word to God, | |
| I goes on, the little | |
| DonSmooth and fantastic as | |
| I get drastic | |
| Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic | |
| I murder with the brain of | |
| Hitler black | |
| And me bein' weak, even | |
| Kodak couldn' t picture that | |
| This is flavor for the | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Niggaz don' t understand first of all | |
| I rip when | |
| I rip check it, never stall | |
| Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours | |
| I' m goin' all out, check it | |
| You thought | |
| I couldn' t wish | |
| I wanna do what | |
| I didI did it so | |
| I done, kill another fuckin' kid' | |
| Cause I don' t give a motherfuck and you do | |
| That' s why your stupid ass got bucked outta luck | |
| Never took the time to wish | |
| Took a bitch down then | |
| I' m out like quick | |
| Nestle chocolate, munch like it' s Incomprehensible | |
| That was then, this is now, | |
| I' m goin' for the gold | |
| Thirty yard touchdown, | |
| Mr. ShortFuckin' niggaz bitches just for the sport | |
| But not without the jimmy ' cause bitches | |
| Nowadays knows mad jig tricks and that | |
| I ain' t with | |
| Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go | |
| With another fly groove, ' cause | |
| I' m so smooth | |
| Never like to brag but | |
| I do it still | |
| Sip on a 40, smoke on the | |
| Phil' So next time kid, you wanna beef just chill | |
| Before I break your ass up to bits | |
| How many licks would it take? | |
| Check it out, one, two, three bitchass nigga licks | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes |
| zuò cí : Havoc, Prodigy, Young | |
| Yo, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| Sit back, take a seat and don' t forget to pass the weed | |
| And by the way, this is all the way live | |
| And the way that | |
| I survive is pumpin' nickels and dimes | |
| Pumpin' rocks on the corner, pumpin' rocks ' cause | |
| I wannaThe little | |
| Don Ho drug dealer Incomprehensible performer | |
| At my height, | |
| I' m described as a midget | |
| But it ain' t about height, it' s about, " Can I kick it?" | |
| Some say I' m too little, but yo | |
| I' m too ill | |
| I hit skins, light up and then | |
| I smoke a | |
| Phil' You don' t want a beef with this juvenile delinquent | |
| I' m not good, | |
| I' m livin' like a hood | |
| And when I kick | |
| MC' s abandon ship' | |
| Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse | |
| Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring' | |
| Cause I' m flippin' like pages in a | |
| Word Up magazine | |
| Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante | |
| So explicit, even porno flicks ban me | |
| And girls gel me like jheri curl activate | |
| The forty dog drinkin' money | |
| Grip, you' re dead and stinkin' | |
| Brain cells overload when | |
| I' m thinkin' | |
| This is a rap rape and | |
| I leave a fat taste | |
| Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child' s place | |
| I cook you up, like | |
| Uptown raw base | |
| And leave you open like if you just saw | |
| ScarfaceLike | |
| I said it before, shorty scores, | |
| I get rawFor the cause, battle me, take a loss | |
| I steal shows like | |
| Bel Biv Devoe' s | |
| And put on my latex when | |
| I hit up the hoes | |
| You know the flavor kid, give me my props' | |
| Cause it' s 1992 and all the bullshit stops | |
| Check it, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Check it, this is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin' old gold | |
| Roll up my nickel, pack of weed, lick it up and stroll | |
| Prodigy, verbally tragic and | |
| I' m toxicCheck out the way, check out the way, the way that | |
| I drop itYou know my style, step back ' cause | |
| I' m buck wild | |
| All it takes is a mic, 40 dog and a smile | |
| Baby Grand | |
| Puba, Little | |
| Rick, the ruler | |
| And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of | |
| BuddhaMC' s can' t get with | |
| Mister Mister | |
| Money don' t fake moves ' cause | |
| I probably hit your sister | |
| I' m on a mission, word is bond | |
| Word to God, | |
| I goes on, the little | |
| DonSmooth and fantastic as | |
| I get drastic | |
| Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic | |
| I murder with the brain of | |
| Hitler black | |
| And me bein' weak, even | |
| Kodak couldn' t picture that | |
| This is flavor for the | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| Niggaz don' t understand first of all | |
| I rip when | |
| I rip check it, never stall | |
| Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours | |
| I' m goin' all out, check it | |
| You thought | |
| I couldn' t wish | |
| I wanna do what | |
| I didI did it so | |
| I done, kill another fuckin' kid' | |
| Cause I don' t give a motherfuck and you do | |
| That' s why your stupid ass got bucked outta luck | |
| Never took the time to wish | |
| Took a bitch down then | |
| I' m out like quick | |
| Nestle chocolate, munch like it' s Incomprehensible | |
| That was then, this is now, | |
| I' m goin' for the gold | |
| Thirty yard touchdown, | |
| Mr. ShortFuckin' niggaz bitches just for the sport | |
| But not without the jimmy ' cause bitches | |
| Nowadays knows mad jig tricks and that | |
| I ain' t with | |
| Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go | |
| With another fly groove, ' cause | |
| I' m so smooth | |
| Never like to brag but | |
| I do it still | |
| Sip on a 40, smoke on the | |
| Phil' So next time kid, you wanna beef just chill | |
| Before I break your ass up to bits | |
| How many licks would it take? | |
| Check it out, one, two, three bitchass nigga licks | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes | |
| This is flavor for the non believes |
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