Songtext Nobody likes me von Mobb Deep

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Nobody likes me

[Prodigy]
Uh Hu
Uh Hu
Lines pop like bottles of Mo Bonin ya ho
Leave 'em open like a 20 a blow
Fiening to cop more
Rhymes rusty like nails
Spit 'em catch lock jaw
Cook shit spit it up sit it on the floor
To prevent lop side I never slam the door
To never get shitted on don't put my faith in whores
Never let my information leak thru my forewall
They say I'm all to sick cause I screen my calls
No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a probable cause
Keep my stash ??? while your guns get tossed
Niggas live by the law then they die by the law
Then I live by the gat and I'm a die by that
Dun I used to be the tunnel now we regular 'spress?
Son it's strictly dom bitches never catch me with rats
QB where I took my first H we rep
Never leave the projects and ya'll know the rest
(Chorus)
Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun
We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch
me run
Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun
We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch
me run
[havoc]
A yo you ran, started feeling numb in your hand
Felt something dripping looked down seen your arm leaking
You get excited and start to panic
Lucky for you, ya had your track shoes on and blew it
My arch louder than a Doberman bark
Sober you up, challenge your heart, see where its at
I caught this on dude tried to shank me
Stupid fuck frankly I pulled out and left his ass soggy
Keep rhyming on the Ragu can't seem to shake it
Ruger on the left side of my hips for maitnence
I fix all your problems, handle it bitch
Use a maytag nigga and ya won't do shit
After you shot you got all emotional with mommy
Laying in emergency throw the 'dease? on me
Squeeller I thought you was a drug dealer thug killer
but at the end you kept it realer
That's why..
(chorus)
[Prodigy]
A yo I leave a last impression when my shit gets scared
Tying to hang with the elite but a nigga got bought
When it's time to mello out stare straight into stars
Then I sabotage your brain with these last 8-balls
With your ice grill making me laugh on your behalf
Have a nigga skin graph I'm talking out of the ass
Play you like the ab getting bent off, credit from poppy
Nock niggas down when I get like that
So start me
[Havoc]
I'm putting holes like the pores ??? with bacardi
My gun dun step aside the place and make heads spin
Are shit, it go to mobb nigga keep your distance
Fake fucks keep coming out using infamous
I'll say it for the last motherfucking time bitches
Come with your own shit or get stomped and shot
By Queens bridge at the next industry convention
That's why...
(chorus repeat till end)

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[Prodigy] 
Uh Hu 
Uh Hu 
Lines pop like bottles of Mo Bonin ya ho 
Leave 'em open like a 20 a blow 
Fiening to cop more 
Rhymes rusty like nails 
Spit 'em catch lock jaw 
Cook shit spit it up sit it on the floor 
To prevent lop side I never slam the door 
To never get shitted on don't put my faith in whores 
Never let my information leak thru my forewall 
They say I'm all to sick cause I screen my calls 
No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a probable cause 
Keep my stash ??? while your guns get tossed 
Niggas live by the law then they die by the law 
Then I live by the gat and I'm a die by that 
Dun I used to be the tunnel now we regular 'spress? 
Son it's strictly dom bitches never catch me with rats 
QB where I took my first H we rep 
Never leave the projects and ya'll know the rest 
(Chorus) 
Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun 
We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch 
me run 
Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun 
We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch 
me run 
[havoc] 
A yo you ran, started feeling numb in your hand 
Felt something dripping looked down seen your arm leaking 
You get excited and start to panic 
Lucky for you, ya had your track shoes on and blew it 
My arch louder than a Doberman bark 
Sober you up, challenge your heart, see where its at 
I caught this on dude tried to shank me 
Stupid fuck frankly I pulled out and left his ass soggy 
Keep rhyming on the Ragu can't seem to shake it 
Ruger on the left side of my hips for maitnence 
I fix all your problems, handle it bitch 
Use a maytag nigga and ya won't do shit 
After you shot you got all emotional with mommy 
Laying in emergency throw the 'dease? on me 
Squeeller I thought you was a drug dealer thug killer 
but at the end you kept it realer 
That's why.. 
(chorus) 
[Prodigy] 
A yo I leave a last impression when my shit gets scared 
Tying to hang with the elite but a nigga got bought 
When it's time to mello out stare straight into stars 
Then I sabotage your brain with these last 8-balls 
With your ice grill making me laugh on your behalf 
Have a nigga skin graph I'm talking out of the ass 
Play you like the ab getting bent off, credit from poppy 
Nock niggas down when I get like that 
So start me 
[Havoc] 
I'm putting holes like the pores ??? with bacardi 
My gun dun step aside the place and make heads spin 
Are shit, it go to mobb nigga keep your distance 
Fake fucks keep coming out using infamous 
I'll say it for the last motherfucking time bitches 
Come with your own shit or get stomped and shot 
By Queens bridge at the next industry convention 
That's why... 
(chorus repeat till end)