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U.S.A. (Aiiight Then)

This song is by Mobb Deep.

Eh yo this ones for all my M-O-B-B
And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate? Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mind like the dutch flow wit her backwards
Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture
Frature cry now laugh later
We assist and compute data
On ya IBM Dime bitches I be eyein them
Shoot me down a hundred times
Still come up wit new rhymes
Rec exects don't like me
Come up with new rhymes
See you want it and you give a push for all mankind

Eh yo this ones for all my M-O-B-B
And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate? Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mike Tyson style Animal duns
We live wild, too many ways to die
We alive for now, we cross borders
Take the guns along with us
Defend imfamous to the fullest
Protect my duns that came with me
They move with me it's risky
For you to try to approach the god shiftly
We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest
Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches
While you bearin witness
We handelin ya chick b'ness (business)
Thuggin' out druggin out ya know the dealins

Picture you dead and in the raw
Flippin two not ready for what you and
Moms already missin' you
Old fool from the old school, you 36
I been doin' this since niggas sellin nicks
Gettin' head from tricks
Takin' shorts for kicks
Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at
If she a dime baby moms, know we baggin' that
Smack 'em with the gat (what) react that

Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then

And to my fifth ward clique (how you like this)
And to my dirty south thugs (how you like this)
And to my westside niggas (yes you like this)
And to my Chi-town gangstas keep thuggin' it

Connect the dots, merge with many a block
My porto rock representitives blow plenty of shots
Its love sincerely even my heart
For those that relate to this here song

Thug of the age yo
Have you noddin off like good dope
And if the good then go regardless
Finish it when you want to start shit
Turn the body into carcus
Handle mines regardless

Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?
Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And for my midwest terrorists rock this
For my New Orleans team they can't stop us
And to my Little Rock clique y'all is heartless
This for my Beantown dogs in the life is
From Seattle to ping houses
Unified States of America let's get it right shit

Credits

Written by:

Stanley Eric Howard; Lisa A Bernard; Gary Johnson

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