Yea Yea Yea

Yeah, uh huh, you know how we do it cousin
Yeah, I don't know how many more
Times I gotta tell you

Yea, yea, yea, yea (uh huh, okay)
I said yea, yea, yea, yea

Come on i let them bleed
Squeeze until the hammer wheeze
In pursuit they be gaspin' for air
I see it in the eyes of
My enemies their eyes be
Bloodshot, puppy-faced
Like who the fuck shot me?
See, a lot of y'all murderers
Do the things sloppy
Right on the block when every window got eyes
And got the nerve to wonder
Why niggas doin' the football
See hoes plottin' on your wife, tellin' you
That's one thing that them
Faggot police good for
Hope I don't have to kiss with the nine
Cause these faggots will try
And try you they will
Like a six man jury, sixteen rounds of juice
That I keep in the clip and my whip up on me
Put it through your brain

Yea, yea, yea, yea
We just sittin' back countin' our
Dough spittin' our flow
I said yea, yea, yea, yea
That's how we like it keep
It comin' there bro
I said yea, yea, yea, yea
Ain't nothin' up but our chips
And songs that's it
I said yea, yea, yea, yea
That's how we like it keep it poppin' bitch

What the fuck is gangster
Rap without Mobb Deep?