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Correct Okay Dun Lyrics
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Clinton Sparks
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Correct Okay Dun
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["Clockwork Orange" music plays in the background] [Mobb Deep] Yeah, check it out like this ya heard? (Woo!) Yeah son (yeah) Testin one two one two That's what I'm talkin 'bout (yo) That's what I'm talkin 'bout, Mobb Deep yeah Clinton Sparks! We're about to pop off real fast This is H right here, got P by my side ya heard? (Uh-huh) Let's do it like this, check it out Get familiar - Clinton Sparks dunn, whattup dunn? Get familiar dunn [Verse One: Havoc] Hav' spit it, Hav' live it, Hav' pushin it to the limit You a gimmick get the shitted smacked out you in a minute I'll bend and scoop you up where you pivot, the four-fifthed Or get it, when your monkey-ass pass the line of scrimmage Reinvented for, harm intended until the endin I ain't runnin even if the illest repoitoire's mentioned My weapons ain't like yours, my hammers don't wet doors I come through blocks nigga, set your shit off The streets and them gloves don't, ever come off The strong overcome the weak, accept the loss Mami run to gangsters, she lookin at a boss Homey front there'll be bodies more Cause those in my cross you gonna get it catch you in the club split it While you drink and get up on them Jacob, your man's weapon Aj feel the new Mobb, your worst nightmare Trucks wrapped in Kevlars, bitch [Chorus: x2] Mobb, Deep, Mobb, Deep Yeah okay dunn ('kay dunn) 'kay dunn Mobb, Deep, Mobb, Deep Yeah okay dunn ('kay dunn) 'kay dunn [Verse Two: Prodigy] Aiyyo word to me, niggaz got so much beef That when you come out, you better bring the police Better keep one in the head, and turn off the safeties Learn how to sleep light cause we break in And tape up your kids and your relatives Get on some ruthless shit I need sedatives To calm me down, wind me down I'ma find you even if it take months on the stakeout We hittin the club, we out and about We bound to see you homey, walk wit'cha gun out Industry nigga, you just like a chick With her nose up, I squeeze on you and if you live Dunn... It's over We comin back, for more of that bullets And that murder, it be a wrap for you bitch-ass Infamous Records, Clinton Sparks [Chorus x2]
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