Mobb Deep Shorty Wop Lyrics
            Yeah-h-h-h, one two one two
            Yeah, okay, now
            You know who we got up in this b____
            M.O., M.O.B.B.B.
        
            [Chorus: Prodigy]
            (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street
            Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped
            (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot)
            Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch)
        
            [Havoc]
            And we don't give a f___ (f___) like you don't give a f___ (f___)
            Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust
            Death toll addin up, them razors we let 'em rust
            Them haters we clap 'em up, countin cash, that's us
            Catch me in that GT Coupe, with the flat screen drooped
            in the driver's seat souped, cause it's a Bentley
            When I pass by, have you stuck, S.U.'s, black 'em up
            Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up
            Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot, sorta for my mascots
            that pop off, buck buck
            Sick 'em Fido, let the car idle, I ain't never been there
            s___ can happen have yo' a__, disappear in thin air
            s___ real, y'all not, get robbed in a car lot
            You b____ you call cop, you snitch and that's off top
            My biscuit is gonna pop, whether you like it you not
            ever gonna play me m_________ers get shot (boy)
        
            [Chorus - repeat 2X]
        
            [Prodigy]
            Yo yo yo yo dunny you comedy with tragedy n____
            You go 'head, keep smilin, we ain't laughin my n____
            We dead serious, you n____z is livin jokes
            We don't game around, these bullets'll eat through your bones
            Y-y-y-yeah, that's right you heard me n____, reach for your chrome
            When you see us, better bleed us off the top of the dome
            Meanin you better get to squeezin cause our reason is gone
            Meanin that s___ is out the window, we won't give it a thought
            And we don't give a loud m_________ about who you are
            What's your set that you rep, you can get 'em involved
            (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all you hearin when you go at the Mobb
            (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all I'm sayin if you tryin to talk
            We what you would call, n____z that talk it walk it and live it
            Your music is not "Murder," you an Infamous mimic
            You what we would call, n____z who suck d___ for a living
            Get off our b____, or we'll take chances for prison
        
            [Chorus - repeat 2X]
        
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