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Speaking So Freely Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

C'mon, yeah yo, it's all about the murders and the killings 

Bitches they catch feelings, niggaz mixin' 

Business with pleasure won't measure, will it? 

Summer's my home skillet, just came home from penet' 

I tried to look out for him, now I can't fuck with him 

He had distorted vision, thought I ain't deserve this 

How he the streets, and I ain't put no work in 

Nigga I ain't lock you and take all your years 

You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here 

Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made 

I ain't complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid 

Yeah I'm up, boilin' blood to see me bust 

Even worse they ask for help, like I'm the Red Cross 

I don't knock niggaz when they down, I try to lift 'em 

But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em 

Can't happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw) 

It's a ten year road, but niggaz ain't tryin' to hear it 

 

Orders that we makin', they be takin' too easy 

Niggaz can't get any money cause they palms so greasy 

Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be 

Niggaz better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely 

 

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You listenin' to the world's most Infamous 

This is different than what you used to 

Them other niggaz, they ain't killin' it 

We come through militant, niggaz be grillin' it 

Screwin' up they face, but my adrenaline 

Is at a maximum, I can't be touched 

Just as soon niggaz move, niggaz get tore up 

We so confidant in ourselves, it's not fair 

While you still tryin' to overcome your childhood fears 

We settin' up shop, takin' over the blocks 

In e'ry hood, e'ry boy, and e'ry girl gon' cop 

Now we chillin' in, new airplanes and Rolls Royces 

My watch is my president - and guess who's the first lady? 

Yeah, my big fat princess cut 

She a little overweight, but I love her so much 

So charged up right now, you niggaz better stop 

If I squeeze we gon' breeze to the top of the charts 

 

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