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from Amerikaz Nightmare

"When U Hear The" is track #6 on the album Amerikaz Nightmare. It was written by Johnson, Albert / Muchita, Kejuan Waliek / Maman, Alan.
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Alchemist, fuck is the deal nigga?
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah, when you hear the
Yeah

P yeah, you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars
Gallons of Bacardi, been at the awards
I need a bitch like Christina Aguilera for a broad
I know I can splack that, she dyin' for a thug

And she heard of me, she know about my infamous life
Shootouts in New York with various types
Fast money, faster guns, we party every night
'Cause we perform, every day of the week for that price

Mobb Deep, who you know got a similar catalogue
And still sound brand new, like we just started?
The Carhatt Mobb, Guess jean team
Forty Inch Chain Gang, volume please

So these people can hear the sounds of Queens
I make your arm hairs stand up, it had to be me
Mixed with the A L C and H A V
N.Y.C. to L.A., we do our swing

Everybody have a ball, everybody party
Everywhere you turn it ain't nuttin but phatties and hotties
Everything is all love 'til you try to try me
That's when I make everybody

When you hear the, it's on
When you hear the, it's on
When you hear the, it's on
When you hear the, it's on

Yo, I'ma glow, like a dirty bomb, jux, with the certy arm
Rippin' anything, that you motherfuckin' hear me on
Add it to the catalogue, heavy hitters had the song
Niggaz showin' no feelings and me, got 'em camoflauged

F'real baby, you little babies so emotional
And tip-toe around the beef until that toast to you
Ain't got no problem in smokin' you
Enemies I could deal with, be the ones that's close to you

And do, what I'm 'posed to do, approach Duke
Why you faggots only squeezin' from out, the vocal booth?
Know my style be that overproof, open the Coupe
Open your face was talkin', wasn't talkin' to you

And now the medics gotta mind to your face, tyin' the lace
You tellin' that a D.A. got 'em tryin' the case, yeah
Bottom line you cowards is ass
Know Mobb good, in numbers y'all music is trash

When you hear the

When you hear the, it's on
When you hear the, it's on
When you hear the, it's on
When you hear the, it's on

Songwriters
JOHNSON, ALBERT / MUCHITA, KEJUAN WALIEK / MAMAN, ALAN

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network

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