Bloodsport Lyrics

turn them heaadphones up

to my man n**** No yo

Killa Bee

no doubt


I kick that progress

and to that dumb n**** god bless

I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit

now you rock the best scared to death while you walkin

f***** up the talkin we straight up New Yorkin

we blowin n*****

heart attack stroking n*****

provoking n***** s***tin all over n*****

you rollin thick but sure the Mobb rollin thicker

get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya

but f*** that

stickin with the gat is quicker

scared to come around my corner, you a** n****

do a jaw way all day fake s***

what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)

and run like a f***** switch take the whole s***

and show the world don't sweat it baby girl

I gotta hem

and pull the gat like a stem

you all f***** 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

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) n**** 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 quiet, keep the live n**** inchin'

listen, who are you to throw your fist in?

hit like a b****, run like a f***** an take the whole s***

that's it

I had to pass here with s***

It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get

you want to talk tough and get all delinquent

you find yourself all bloodied up and shameded

me and my man pioneered this violent n**** rap s***
bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin

what's up there? let's take you there and touch something

I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that

capable of combat, P counterattack

in some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back

it was a foul way to go, Kicko

you know the ropes so...

bloodsport m***********

ay yo the rockweiler

chew in chew out a** n*****, pull em on your collar

and let the lights dimmin

and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice

fatality too

this rap is the b****, you shouldn't marry the two

to the set of prenumtual

got paid in too comfortable

it's all good, we don't want to humble

and while you shinin in the spotlight

I got this dot right

the aimed right a stoplight

the trife life, ain't no part two's

when it's over it's over you hit

now send your soldierly stool

<repeat last stanza>

n****, bloodsport
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