GANG CYPHER *FREESTYLE* lyrics

by

Mobb Deep


[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Rest in peace
I'm 'bout to body a n*gga
Illuminati a n*gga
Uh, what
Okay

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
I'm f*ckin' icy, where my cool pack?
Give me a Kool-Aid, and 'bout eight racks
I could body any n*gga on a eight-track
Maybe 'bout eight-mile, f*ck your style, n*gga
I'ma be wildin', I'ma be stylin'
'Til a motherf*cker die in a ground, eight feet under
Swear to God, I'll be hot as thunder
Motherf*cker, I'm the sh*t, triple six
f*ck a b*tch, I'm the sh*t, never that
Never rat, body bag, rag, hmm, that
Bag, hmm, haha, back again
Get a brown bag for my n*ggas in a brown Jag, f*ck that
Lu- Lucifer
Where the Ruger that'll blow right through you?
Swear to God, I'm the sh*t, triple six, f*ck your b*tch
Black Benz in the pen, f*ck your paper, elevator
Tell the waiter, I'll be elevated
Motherf*cker so high that I can touch the sky
I'm in outer space and my house be vacant
I'll be trappin' so the homies can make it
And I do it so the homies keep takin'
'Cause the streets ain't nothing easy, be on your grinder
Poked him in his eye and I gave that boy a shiner
But it's simple, the n*gga say you know it all, pop an Adderall
Chilling, 'til I'm dead, n*gga
f*ck your head n*gga
Youngblood, triple six
[Interlude: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Aw sh*t, aw sh*t
Let Ski hop on this sh*t, alright

[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Very Rare tell me take off, n*gga, I'm goin' NASA
You gon' need about four or five pastors
I'ma roll through, n*gga, thought I told you
'Bout two clips and an OE go through
I go through, fall through, do I fall ho?
Damn, I'm divin' in through a... fat ho (Haha)
Got a fat pocket, though
Still with my motherf*cking hockey and my sack of dough
Dope in my sock and I still put my c*ck
And jizz in your b*tch, inject in a-
Do a split on your di*k if you think you the sh*t
And I'm rolling 'round town like a motherf*cking-, damn
Ski the sh*t, ride around and I'm f*cking your b*tch
Ride around and I'm coming through your town, n*gga, I'm-
Hold up, aight doe
Hold up, I said
Ski gon' hop on the track
Break a b*tch back if you think you attack
Mac in a book bag, n*gga on attack with a MAC
To your back, n*gga, make your head go splat
Make your head go splat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat, bring the K
Bring the AK with me anywhere, anyway, hey
[Interlude: Ski Mask The Slump God & E-Boogie]
Ski, Ski
n*gga
E-Boogie, n*gga
Gonna get jiggy on this track

[Verse 3: E-Boogie]
f*ck that sh*t, I rap that ape sh*t, that Bape sh*t
n*ggas don't wanna play sh*t, it's all I spent but I'm tight clip
n*ggas don't wanna talk that sh*t, until I f*ck your wife, b*tch
Now you wanna talk that sh*t, why don't you just at me?
b*tch-n*gga can't pass me, these n*ggas don't 'rass me
I'm rapping like Jeezy, but my voice ain't raspy
This is that coke flow, that dope flow
f*ck a bad b*tch in a porno, n*gga, that is so flow
Snow flow on my wrist, b*tch, that mean I'm icy
Why the f*ck your b*tch like me? She wanna wife me
To type me, not Pokémon, n*gga, while I'm rapping
Real n*gga out here, sippin' and crappin'
Motherf*cker, f*ck you and your crew, V2 is the crew
So who the f*ck you do? You ain't doing sh*t
Ain't made a move, ain't smoke weed
Seven hundred blunts in the G, motherf*cker me, that is me
Kill him like a beat, motherf*cker police on the street
n*ggas on the beat but they don't ever wanna talk to me
Now why the f*ck you getting scared?
Motherf*cker hit the rares, ooh
(I snapped too hard on that)
[Verse 4: New Age]
Money's the root of all evil, so I guess we're bad people
I put the gun on the table, you think your life is unstable
Try to beat me, unable, b*tches watch me like cable
I sit here reading the Bible, I'm your new-new rap idol
My life is so f*cking vital, ah, ah
I'm starting from the bottom, but when I hit the top
You n*ggas best believe I ain't gonna stop
I'm gonna keep on coming at you and making more guap
Get these girls pussies' wetter than a f*cking mop
Me and my boys, we're by my side, we ride 'til we f*cking die
MPR, that's what all these ladies wanna f*cking cry
Money, power, respect, we live with no regrets
Got your girl give me hickey but it's not on my neck
My di*k, ah

[Interlude: New Age & Nora Spouse]
It's New Age, f*ck with me
Mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh
Nora Spouse
Uh

[Verse 5: Nora Spouse]
Killin' and winnin' even though I'm sinnin'
I'm still gonna take your b*tch and she's gonna ride this di*k
Yeah, you know I do this sh*t everywhere I go
n*ggas spittin' my own flows everywhere I go
n*ggas trying copy me, copy and paste
And I've taken your b*tch and I take her to my place
I'ma take her to my bed then that pus*y I'ma slay
Ah, do this sh*t in one day
Freestyling with my n*ggas after school or some sh*t
And your b*tch tryna slide with the crew, suck this di*k
And I'm smoking on that loud pack, uh (Hey, hey)
Grabbing on some fat ass, uh (Oh God)
Throwin' all these damn stacks, uh

[Outro: Nora Spouse]
Woo
V2 one, eh, eh
V2, n*gga, uh
Nora Sp- (You hear me?)
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