I Won't Fall - Mobb Deep: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

I Won't Fall

231Hip-Hop/Rap2001

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I Won't Fall was released on December 11, 2001 by LOUD/Columbia as a part of the album Infamy

December 11, 2001

LabelLOUD/Columbia

LanguageEnglish

BPM93

Melodicness

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Valence

Danceability

Energy

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yo you got these **** runnin' around like they head cut off

Like they gully then switch when I'm spittin' those dummies

I creep in the cold till my nose get runny

Then I'm laying for a **** like I'm waiting on money

I ask these **** what the **** they want from me

From the **** I keep it real that's why the god love me

I got a shorty if she get down for me when I'm out of town

You know she holdin' down the crown for me

[Verse 2]

Dog, God forbid if I die don't worry kid

Take you with me **** don't want me

My life's story was the Henny had to stop that

And now I'm focusing clear when I cop that

Getting clapped it be more like applause

Since they tellin' like broads might as well hit 'em all

The H, the A, the V, the O, the C I'm the man

The myth pushing **** to the white league

[Verse 3]

You can two face me backstab me

A **** still ain't taking what's mine gon' die trying

You can try to set me up and all that

A **** too much on point for all that

You can two face me backstab me

A **** still ain't taking what's mine's gon' die trying

You can try to set me up and all that

A **** too much on point for all that

[Verse 4]

Don't make me be after you **** like the Ku Klux man

Throwin' my hoody you know I'm burnin' that grass

Plottin' on how I'ma that ass

We poppin' up, choppin' up yo whole staff

What's toppin' the cassette ain't nothin' gettin' passed

'Cause we gettin' fat on top of that we gettin' cash

I hear you wanna get me may God be with you

Plus you better keep that thing right with you

And if I feel you a threat to my well-being

Bleeding you better back up off the P kid

I blam you and pass you to Jesus Christ

You be a ghostdog like Forest Whitaker White

Be a dumb **** thinkin' P not squeezin'

Like Palm Springs the only thing beefin'

Is that gumball 'cause I ain't got talk for y'all

I got big four-pound towners do you new bounce

[Verse 5]

You can two face me backstab me

A **** still ain't taking what's mine gon' die trying

You can try to set me up and all that

A **** too much on point for all that

You can two face me backstab me

A **** still ain't taking what's mine gon' die trying

You can try to set me up and all that

A **** too much on point for all that

[Verse 6]

You can two face me backstab me

I felt that **** coming

Nip that in the bud

No tolerance for them ****

I hope you die broke

While we in the plushes

Hotel suites, expensive car seats

Windows half down bumpin' out Mobb beats

With a bad **** beside me

Raisin' up the volume

Know they hate to see that

And that's why we come through

[Verse 7]

You can two face me backstab me

A **** still ain't taking what's mine gon' die trying

You can try to set me up and all that

A **** too much on point for all that

You can two face me backstab me

A **** still ain't taking what's mine gon' die trying

You can try to set me up and all that

A **** too much on point for all that

[Verse 8]

You can two face me backstab me

You can try to set me up and all that

But you know what

I won't fall

Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita

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