Live Foul Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Live Foul Lyrics

    Yeah, yeah
    Yo son
    No fucking doubt baby
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Its real, its real
    Its real, its real
    Yeah let them niggas know
    Yeah
    Say QB

    [Hook]
    [Havoc] Everywhere that I go now
    I keep that thing right with me
    It is because I live foul
    Shorty like blue piece coming
    [Prodigy] I got bitches all only back
    I got niggas all in my face
    It get serious it ain't no game
    So I got to keep that thing at my waist

    [Havoc]
    Which part of no games niggas don't understand
    Your dealing with one dead serious black man
    Whose first resort is to squeeze, second thought to breath
    Love this freedom so you know how I be
    And why these niggas want to pull me in
    I ask myself that same question over and over again
    It's a small world my girl, I'm smashing a friend
    Ain't no love lost might as well join the fuck in
    I've been telling niggas how my gangster get
    You can trace it all the way back to the infamous
    When niggas out now was on infamil
    Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield
    Wrecking my first wheel they was barely bulking
    Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking
    A hate in my blood you won't find one drop
    But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped
    So

    [Hook]

    [Prodigy]
    Yo dun what up scream at your dog
    These niggas been wilding since niggas been gone
    Fake niggas stunt like their really that strong
    You really that bitch nigga pussy, thongs
    P that nigga that will break your jaw
    You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for sure
    Who get cut bucked and left for dead
    We get fucked sucked and extra bead
    Partying with the ladies is crazy dic
    Make you want to have babies and eat the fish
    You won't feel safe in the same place as us
    We make niggas want to stay far away from us
    We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us
    Want to see a nigga live and be safe as such
    We back with more of that murda muzik bitch
    I'm going to bang on a nigga that confuse the shit

    [Hook]

    [H] That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water
    [P] You niggas is like fleas and guns pluck em off dun
    [H] Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch
    [P] Then we mobb out with the sixes looking sickening
    [H] Thats when beautiful whip we tearing the streets up
    [P] We got the big stash box so we can fit the street sweeper
    [H] My duns keep it at any time its nothing
    [P] You run around like you got a pass or something

    [Hook x2]

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