Bloodsport by Mobb deep. Track 3 from the 1996 "Hell on earth" Mobb deep album. bloodsport lyrics turn them heaadphones up yeah to my man Nigga-No, yo Killa Bee no doubt [Havoc] I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga god bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin we blowin niggas heart attack stroking niggas provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas you rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya but fuck that stickin with the gat is quicker scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga do a jaw way all day fake shit what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch) and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit and show the world don't sweat it baby girl I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem you all fucked up like a off beat blend I send message that you couldn't read clear try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear take it as a letter but I'm not sincere [Prodigy] yo this ain't rap, it's bloodsport your life cut short, you fell short pressure's on high, full court my team form killer instincts and fire arms dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars a life of a wild rebel, who run wild clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down appear, disappear, a hydro cloud while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead get ninja'd I creep <b>...</b>
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