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mobb deep - i won't fall lyrics

[verse 1: havoc]
yo, you got these n-ggas runnin’ around like they head cut off
like they gully, then switch when i’m spittin’ those dummies
i creep in the cold ’till my nose get runny
then i’m layin’ for a n-gga like i’m waitin’ on money
i ask these hoes what the f-ck they want from me
from the gate i keep it real that’s why the god love me
i got a shorty if she get down for me, when i’m out of town
you know she holdin’ down the crown for me
dog, god forbid if i die, don’t worry kid
take you with me sh-t p-ssy don’t want me
my life’s story was the henny, had to stop that
and now i’m focusin’ clear when i cop that
f-ck gettin’ clapped, it be more like applause
since they tellin’ like broads, might as well get ’em all
the h-, the a- the v- the o- the c, i’m the man
the myth pushin’ sh-t to the white league

[chorus: havoc]
you can two face me, backstab me
a n-gga still ain’t taking what’s mines gon’ die trying
(i won’t fall)
you can try to set me up and all that
a n-gga too much on point for all that
(i won’t fall)
you can two face me, backstab me
a n-gga still ain’t taking what’s mines gon’ die trying
(i won’t fall)
you can try to set me up and all that
a n-gga too much on point for all that
(i won’t fall)

[verse 2: prodigy]
don’t make me be after you n-ggas like the ku-klux-man
throwin’ my hoodie, you know i’m burnin’ that gr-ss
plottin’ on how i’m goin’ murder that -ss
we poppin’ up, guns choppin’ up, yo whole staff
what’s toppin’ the c-ssette, ain’t nothin’ gettin’ p-ssed
’cause we gettin’ fat, on top of that we gettin’ cash
i hear you n-ggas wanna get, me may god be with you
plus you better keep that mothaf-ckin’ thing riding’ wit you
and if i feel you a threat to my well-being
n-ggas is bleedin’ you n-ggas better back up off the p kid
i blam you, and p-ss you to jesus christ
you be a ghost dog like forest whitaker wife
be a dumb mothaf-cka thinkin’ p not squeezin’
like palm springs the only thing beefin’
is that gumball ’cause i ain’t got talk for ya’ll
i got big four-pound towners give you new balance

[bridge: havoc & prodigy]
the two-face n-ggas, backstabb n-ggas
i felt that sh-t coming, like that in the bud, gunnin’
no tolerance for them n-ggas, f-ck the dumb sh-t
i hope you n-ggas die broke, while we in the plushes
hotel suites, expensive car seats
windows half-down bumpin’ out mobb beatz
with a bad b-tch beside me, raisin’ up the volume
know they hate to see that and that’s why we come thru’

[outro: havoc]
aight, that’s the bottom line right there
that pretty much sums it up, you can two face me
backstab me, try to set me up and all that
but you know what? i won’t fall

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