Gangstas Roll Lyrics
| Song | Gangstas Roll |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | The Infamous Archives |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ha-ha, uh man, y'all runnin' out of steam already? | |
| That's all y'all got man?, c'mon man | |
| We got the illest combination of this right here man | |
| That's all you got man? C'mon man | |
| You gotta be kiddin' me man | |
| [Verse 1: Prodigy] | |
| It is all so simple just add it all up | |
| My mail box is on fire, 'cause my checks don't stop | |
| Pockets full of chunky black, can't fuck with these crop | |
| That these niggaz be smokin', straight out the yard | |
| Might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin' | |
| Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs, we outta there | |
| Pushin' to the limit like Montana did | |
| Army bags full of money, bullet proof this | |
| And that too, put some in the roof | |
| Niggaz be shootin' from windows, we untouchable | |
| Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs | |
| Make albums that click more than little drugs | |
| Infamous, 'cause, or if you a blood | |
| You goin' need that bandanna for your head, you go at us | |
| No shit our songs bump, and girls show us love | |
| 'Cause they know who big, y'all got love then | |
| [Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)] | |
| I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo | |
| (That's how "Gangstas Roll") | |
| I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe | |
| (That's how "Gangstas Roll") | |
| Back sit at the black truck, with the black rims yo | |
| (That's how "Gangstas Roll") | |
| In the club with my gat, what?, we got this shit sold | |
| (That's how "Gangstas Roll") | |
| [Verse 2: Havoc] | |
| Yo you ain't clappin' nuttin', splashin' nuttin', lettin' nuttin' die | |
| Real niggaz never advertise, what the fuck is on they mind? | |
| The real never stop until they get at, bringin' shit to where yo live it | |
| Tell whoever the other drama with, on the floor dyin' | |
| Out of there before the siren, bounce, dismantle your iron | |
| Lost count how many times, I had these bitch niggaz flyin' | |
| Give a fuck, shoot his ass, for the littlest thing | |
| The principal, minuscule, my gun is still ring | |
| You ain't flippin' nuttin', makin' cheddar, y'all niggaz broke | |
| Broke guns, broke dunns, y'all got jokes | |
| Yea I'ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke | |
| When you bitches act up, it relax even more | |
| Pretty sure niggaz know they don't don't put 'em all | |
| When they finally figure it out, his slow ass gone | |
| Yea you runnin' with 'em, dime with 'em, try to switch teams | |
| And get your motha'fuckin' head blown off clean | |
| [Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)] | |
| [Interlude x2: Prodigy] | |
| Yea, Infamous nigga, we all up in these set | |
| The girls comin' with us, your money is a bet | |
| We gon' take all y'all money and smoke with the clique | |
| Ga'head and think funny, and we shootin' for you head | |
| [Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)] |
| Haha, uh man, y' all runnin' out of steam already? | |
| That' s all y' all got man?, c' mon man | |
| We got the illest combination of this right here man | |
| That' s all you got man? C' mon man | |
| You gotta be kiddin' me man | |
| Verse 1: Prodigy | |
| It is all so simple just add it all up | |
| My mail box is on fire, ' cause my checks don' t stop | |
| Pockets full of chunky black, can' t fuck with these crop | |
| That these niggaz be smokin', straight out the yard | |
| Might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin' | |
| Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs, we outta there | |
| Pushin' to the limit like Montana did | |
| Army bags full of money, bullet proof this | |
| And that too, put some in the roof | |
| Niggaz be shootin' from windows, we untouchable | |
| Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs | |
| Make albums that click more than little drugs | |
| Infamous, ' cause, or if you a blood | |
| You goin' need that bandanna for your head, you go at us | |
| No shit our songs bump, and girls show us love | |
| ' Cause they know who big, y' all got love then | |
| Chorus: Prodigy amp Havoc | |
| I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo | |
| That' s how quot Gangstas Roll quot | |
| I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe | |
| That' s how quot Gangstas Roll quot | |
| Back sit at the black truck, with the black rims yo | |
| That' s how quot Gangstas Roll quot | |
| In the club with my gat, what?, we got this shit sold | |
| That' s how quot Gangstas Roll quot | |
| Verse 2: Havoc | |
| Yo you ain' t clappin' nuttin', splashin' nuttin', lettin' nuttin' die | |
| Real niggaz never advertise, what the fuck is on they mind? | |
| The real never stop until they get at, bringin' shit to where yo live it | |
| Tell whoever the other drama with, on the floor dyin' | |
| Out of there before the siren, bounce, dismantle your iron | |
| Lost count how many times, I had these bitch niggaz flyin' | |
| Give a fuck, shoot his ass, for the littlest thing | |
| The principal, minuscule, my gun is still ring | |
| You ain' t flippin' nuttin', makin' cheddar, y' all niggaz broke | |
| Broke guns, broke dunns, y' all got jokes | |
| Yea I' ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke | |
| When you bitches act up, it relax even more | |
| Pretty sure niggaz know they don' t don' t put ' em all | |
| When they finally figure it out, his slow ass gone | |
| Yea you runnin' with ' em, dime with ' em, try to switch teams | |
| And get your motha' fuckin' head blown off clean | |
| Chorus: Prodigy amp Havoc | |
| Interlude x2: Prodigy | |
| Yea, Infamous nigga, we all up in these set | |
| The girls comin' with us, your money is a bet | |
| We gon' take all y' all money and smoke with the clique | |
| Ga' head and think funny, and we shootin' for you head | |
| Chorus: Prodigy amp Havoc |
| Haha, uh man, y' all runnin' out of steam already? | |
| That' s all y' all got man?, c' mon man | |
| We got the illest combination of this right here man | |
| That' s all you got man? C' mon man | |
| You gotta be kiddin' me man | |
| Verse 1: Prodigy | |
| It is all so simple just add it all up | |
| My mail box is on fire, ' cause my checks don' t stop | |
| Pockets full of chunky black, can' t fuck with these crop | |
| That these niggaz be smokin', straight out the yard | |
| Might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin' | |
| Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs, we outta there | |
| Pushin' to the limit like Montana did | |
| Army bags full of money, bullet proof this | |
| And that too, put some in the roof | |
| Niggaz be shootin' from windows, we untouchable | |
| Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs | |
| Make albums that click more than little drugs | |
| Infamous, ' cause, or if you a blood | |
| You goin' need that bandanna for your head, you go at us | |
| No shit our songs bump, and girls show us love | |
| ' Cause they know who big, y' all got love then | |
| Chorus: Prodigy amp Havoc | |
| I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo | |
| That' s how quot Gangstas Roll quot | |
| I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe | |
| That' s how quot Gangstas Roll quot | |
| Back sit at the black truck, with the black rims yo | |
| That' s how quot Gangstas Roll quot | |
| In the club with my gat, what?, we got this shit sold | |
| That' s how quot Gangstas Roll quot | |
| Verse 2: Havoc | |
| Yo you ain' t clappin' nuttin', splashin' nuttin', lettin' nuttin' die | |
| Real niggaz never advertise, what the fuck is on they mind? | |
| The real never stop until they get at, bringin' shit to where yo live it | |
| Tell whoever the other drama with, on the floor dyin' | |
| Out of there before the siren, bounce, dismantle your iron | |
| Lost count how many times, I had these bitch niggaz flyin' | |
| Give a fuck, shoot his ass, for the littlest thing | |
| The principal, minuscule, my gun is still ring | |
| You ain' t flippin' nuttin', makin' cheddar, y' all niggaz broke | |
| Broke guns, broke dunns, y' all got jokes | |
| Yea I' ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke | |
| When you bitches act up, it relax even more | |
| Pretty sure niggaz know they don' t don' t put ' em all | |
| When they finally figure it out, his slow ass gone | |
| Yea you runnin' with ' em, dime with ' em, try to switch teams | |
| And get your motha' fuckin' head blown off clean | |
| Chorus: Prodigy amp Havoc | |
| Interlude x2: Prodigy | |
| Yea, Infamous nigga, we all up in these set | |
| The girls comin' with us, your money is a bet | |
| We gon' take all y' all money and smoke with the clique | |
| Ga' head and think funny, and we shootin' for you head | |
| Chorus: Prodigy amp Havoc |
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