Текст песни Mobb Deep - Make The Hits

(feat The Alchemist)

(Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, fo' real)

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Handcrafted & designed, by the H A V O C
Havoc beats, (fo' real) A-L-C talkin'

[Verse 1: Havoc]
You know my name, you know my pedigree
It ain't a game, who could do this better then me?
As far as I'm concerned, niggaz better play that position
Their slugs will be hittin' that target, neva missin'
And - how many times, do I gotta go through that beef
Protectin' my shines, wit nothin' but that big heat
I'm down to Earth, but niggaz wanna to bring it
Up to that next level, swing, don't sing it
But I warn y'all, tear y'all niggaz in new ass off
Compared to Hav', nigga I'm dope, you lactose
Pass the roach