Mobb Deep - Life Of The Infamous : Best Of Mobb Deep [compilation] (2006) by Mobb Deep (보컬) on maniadb.com

Uhh, yeah How we hit it? Check it out Shorty don't front, you better act like you're widdit Frontin like you never did it, bitch admit it Matter fact, shut the fuck up and turn around If you still got walls I'ma tear the shits down Just one of few brothers vigorous with the dick Prepare to stay long, cause I don't cum quick Little or big, I tear that ass out the frame Talkin like you're ill, but the shit is all game You're weak on top, you cant ride like a stallion Hit it from the back, then I'm audi 5000 But if you're ill we can chill smoke the fat phil A little somethin just to make shit real Off with the light, fuck a invite, just make sure You don't got the period, cause I don't want red lights Aight? you know my motherfuckins steelo Rippin from the back, bitch you know how we go Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Uhh, knowmsayin? Check it out, word is bond Knowmsayin, gonna flip it like dis Rink-a-dink, rink-a-dink dinky dink I used to hit raw daddy, but now I carry packs of three Bulletproof I refuse to let the monster get me I'm in, hit it from the back like that Shorty black never tap no skins that look wack I got mad game like twister, nasty little mister Quick to talk dirty to a sister I met the shorty at the skate key Whats her name? nevermind, cause she might try to sue me Juiced her up, took her to the projects So uh, if she was with it maybe we could have sex You know what happens next, drop to your knees Bitch caught a bone ? spin I win As she starts to proceed, she said she wanted me To drop a seed, I told her parlay and just be Cause cunt little stunt with my butter dick shorty You talk too much, so lay back and enjoy the blunt I put it in her, she starts to wild She said slow down, I said this is shorty wop style A versatile, rough sex, fuck love makin Flip the script shorty, and flip yourself over On your hands and knees cochise From the back I don't shoot blanks and I'm out black Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Worrrrrrrrrd, yeah Uhh, whoo! knahmsayin? From the back I like dat (I like dat) Shorty don't front, you better act like you widdit Frontin like you never did it, bitch admit it Matter fact, shut the fuck up and turn around If you still got walls I'ma tear the shits down Just one of few brothers vigorous with the dick Prepare to stay long, cause I don't cum quick Little or big, I tear that ass out the frame Talkin like you're ill, but the shit is all game You're weak on top, you cant ride like the stallion Hit it from the back, then I'm audi 5000 But if you're ill we can chill smoke a fat phil A little somethin just to make shit real Off with the light, fuck a invite, just make sure You don't got the period, cause I don't want red lights Aight? you know my motherfuckins steelo Rippin from the back, bitch you know how we go Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Hit it from the back (3×) like dat! Shorty don't front you better act like you widdit (2×) Strictly back shots you better act like you widdit.. Yeah, knahmsayin? just buggin out Stupid bitch From the back, word up Uh-huh, check it out What we gon do is flip it like this Check it, bust how I do Yea yea uh-huh

Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin?
That old real shit..
There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from
from these streets that we done took
You could run but you can't hide forever
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
We livin this til the day that we die
Yo, yo
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
We livin this til the day that we die
(We still livin it)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(we livin this til the day that we die)
(survival of the fit only the strong..)
[Havoc]
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks
Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system
No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution
Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit
Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell
In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell
You better realizeWe livin this til the day that we die
(We still livin it)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(the strong survive)
(Thug life, we still livin it)
Look in the eyes and get wise
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Look alive, in ninety-five, word up
Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that

(Intro) Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda) [Prodigy] I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official Queensbridge murderers the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew is feather weight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another nigga deceased, another story gets told it ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas why they still alive I don't know, go figure meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation if I die I couldn't choose a better location when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation getting closer to God in a tight situation now, take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one [Havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid you talk a good one but you don't want it sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' get that loot kid, you know my function cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin' Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (we live the live that of diamonds) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks.. livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one (Outro) Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side (he's just a shook one) keepin' it real (you know) Queens get the money...

Yeah
Uhh, no doubt, son, word up

(Havoc)

Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phone tap so I won't speak long
Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on
It's all messed up, somebody's snitchin on the crew
And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
axin on your whereabouts, so where d'you sleep?
They said they just wanna question you bet me and you know
that once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you
then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin low
Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doin
I know you need loot so I send it thru Western Union
They probably knock down the door
in the middle of the night, sometimes around four
Hopin to find who they're lookin for but they want ta see
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
But worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers to get their thug on but oh well
Son, they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks
Oh, you heard who did what and why I don't this shit
So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin crazy
From windows I see lights flashin and maybe
somebody's takin pictures
You know who that be, police lovers and neighbourhood snitches
They put up *?pertice?* so everybody's pointin fingers
and lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risin

Chorus:

The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin
The temperature's risin, huh and nothin's surprisin
The temperature's risin, huh and there's nothin surprisin
The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin)

(Prodigy)

What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops or wings on your backs
That snitch nigga gave police your location
We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home
Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home you was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked up
tried to hussle, where along the lines your plan slipped up
Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the Ac
Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
Wonderin who snitched and got me losin lots of sleep
at night, you know my mouth is tight
I never sang to the cops cos that shit ain't right
Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
Damn, why the situation go down like dat?
It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
In a couple of years, fool we'll see you around
But til then maintain and keep ya story the same
The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame
They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth
Is it a chance ya case'll get thrown out cos they ain't got no proof
To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy
Deliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the river
Make sure it's safe to the bottom
Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got em
But still, but still, but still......

Chorus x3

(Surprisin)
*repeat to fade*

Prodigy) I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big it almost took his whole face off We got to take position ready for faceoff With blitz like Dallas ain’t no Superbowl faceoff We form like niggas in the yard up north with long swords, ready for war, who paid cost and take ya life lost, never found again boss A job well done, relax, throw back fifths of Bacardi Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit Fuckin with the fabulous Mobb, yeah you were sick Lunatic nigga jump up or got hit with max and Teks and silencers spit Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit That’s the sound of a nigga who almost felt it Got you runnin, dodgin, coverin, shelterin Bullets rippin thru the fabric of ya shirt, it’s meltin it You bleed again, we just another nigga dealt with Intruder Alert! Our house is nothin like the Covenant We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven (Havoc) Well if it ain’t drama, money above broke bitches Simple minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned That’s opposition, wetttin me competition Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see by myself, by myself and rollin mad trees Paranoid on point and now I see who’s who This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew Life I take one if you jeopardise my do You’re small mi-nute, gotta death to deal with aces up You overbidded and in the Bridge you go stuck This ain’t a card game but in perspective it’s the same Put two and two together-Mobb Deep with one name Contain drama like Outbreak, you order drama We outtake and then take you out Keep it real and throw the fake out Raise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste up That’s how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up Butter beats bangin got ya whole clique singin on a corner while it’s rainin, 4 pound left cha ears ringin Delete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhyme Totally offbeat and outta sync with they light E & J bent tight, niggas slow ya roll Ya ??? now ya bleedin tonight for no reason Wanna be max and does get smacked, show no love Crush ya team like the bear hug The Infamous’ll do dirt, dead as smear like mud New York new get-it-greens, I feel no pity no remorse, takin it to the source of course Bare that ass thug real kid, it’s only your mask that you wear, take off Cop out feel the blast BOOM on top BOOM BOOM gat-for-gat And all the rules got the drop on you And let the nickel nine pop on you (Prodigy) Yo My crew in the front got it locked My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin out’cha back What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact Starin all up in ya cornea, ya cornea lack the look of a true-to-life, crime niggas attack Go at the first nigga that front and overread Ya get dealt with Chorus: Dealt with quick Eye position get melted by hot shit, he felt it *repeat x 2

[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them
nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them
make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men
unload ten in braw day light get right
fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike
u try to stop mines from growin
I make your blood stop flowin
take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it
now here come the mack 10
you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language
what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin'
u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics
lying to the pop dog like u got it
you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower
rusty shank holder we live this shit

[Chorus]2X

[Havoc]
it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...)
bump it in the clubs shit
have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....]
drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut
have a nigga OD but it's never enough

[Prodigy]
Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label
my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables
diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs
are you the same too
goin through the emotions of gun holdin
long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to
shoot when I was 7 yo
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!]
I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black
I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left
and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right
wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right
grand open some gates invest in the rap business
do things for the kids[the little duns]
build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth
CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please
don't make me have to risk my freedom
we worked our whole life for this
you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real]

Chorus 1X

[Prodigy]
It go 1,2,3 to the 4th
that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all
people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible
servin' hot plates all across the unified states
sit down and sup with top rap reps
all across we board move diligent
you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke
infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission
1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin
my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen
get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions
for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's
1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas
spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred
fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone
thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats
so I can put more product out on the street
get respect and love all across the board
we've been endured for keepin it raw
nothin less or more
I score everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll

Chorus 2X

[sinister laughter] Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word? Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga [Prodigy] Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels Write a book full of medicine and generate mills Tour the album, only for more sales We used to catch those on the block with crills Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills Sign dems only if the math is real If you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge And shit, live nigga rhymes artist Pardon, P dub shines regardless Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice 'fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it Loose niggas make the news when we start formin' Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often Doin it past yo' delf you way out your jurisdiction Why niggas bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real I Keep It Thoro nigga Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo Why niggas bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real I gave birth to your whole style and feel How do it feel, to hold my dick in public Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy Ayo my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me You feel different, niggas see me I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck you, Pay me+ I'm no shorty, nigga I stop your glory I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me Avoid P, man take your baby mom's advice I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me You just a groupie, oh you gangsta, then shoot me Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash Bang this, cuz I gurantee that you bought it Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus I Keep It Thoro nigga...

Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus) ("What you got in the trunk?") Aight aiyyo Son yo yo You think that motherfuckin nigga’s out there right now Son? (Word what he doin out here?) Son we got drama with that nigga Be tryin to fuckin front last week (What that kid out there? Yo I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?) Nah fuck that go go open the window real quick Son Open that fuckin window (You gonna take him from the window nigga?) Yo hold up That, there go, that’s that nigga right there Son? Right next to the basketball court? (Yeah yeah, that’s the one) Oh shit! C’mere c’mere c’mere c’mere, turn the lights out (I got somethin too Son, that’s how we do) Turn the lights out, c’mon through *sounds of clips and an automatic being cocked* (Back up, back up, they lookin) Aiyyo Son, I’ma hit that nigga right now Son Word to mom I’ma hit him out the window Son *Twilight Zone in the background* (Yo you BUGGIN Son!) Heh nhah chill ’Zo, fuck that I’ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin window (Ga head Son, go head man!) Hold up (You want somebody go bust him!) Nah fuck that I’ma hit this nigga out the window Son (Ga head man!) Shit shit shit don’t blow it up, duck down (Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head) *two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots* Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah! Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme) *two shots* Fucker! (What?) Chorus: Mobb Deep (Yo it’s the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC, sip lime Bacardia Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama we bring, yeah/yo that’s a small thing (repeat 2X) Verse One: Prodigy Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P Keepin you niggaz in perspective Mobb, representative, call me the specialist Professional, professor at this rap science Up in the labratory, here’s why your small rhyme bore me Store bought rap ain’t shit, my category is that of an insane who strike back (what?) I draw first blood, it’s over with, and that’s that You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat You get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crack Surgical signs to the end, with iron map Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact You’ll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map Fuckin with P, you need a gat At least to have the opportunity to bust back First shot the motherfucker pack around world premier Shook individual bound from blind fear Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear My retail’s in braille, for vision impaired You lookin for P, well you can find him everywhere In a project near you, I’ll be right there I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now) Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now) Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear) My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party Chorus: repeat 2X Verse Two: Havoc Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party Handle B-I, bringin it to anybody Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons Hittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed While you actin out of character, we observin Drillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at em Hennessee raps float like the Phantom Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin Never second-guess a cat who hold gat Concealed, but easily revealed and fast Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half and severed, impossible pain beyond measure Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread) Life changed around quick to one stead (stead) Face full of fear, conquerin your ice grill (grill) Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil) Givin a overdose of this rap potent Potentially dangerous, fatally left open for the roaches, scavengers, that’s EMS Funeral homes, anticipatin your death That’s the dead truth, check in the morgue, you’ll find proof Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink to the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot him You know the routine, face up before I shot him Chorus: repeat 4X

Prodigy Yo, the saga begins, beget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws We takin what’s yours we do jerks rush the doors Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss In full force, my team’ll go at your main source We’re not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit Yo nigga Noyd what’s the topic? Nine pound we rocked in Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit Illuminate my team’ll glow like, radiation With no time for patient, or complication Let’s get it done right, my click airtight Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street Over some beef that wasn’t fully cooked, finish em off Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head Travel all the way down to your leg Chorus: together Aiyyo it’s hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time I ain’t gotta tell you It’s right in front of your eyes (repeat 2X) [Havoc] We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it’s all love Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit Never hesitant, it’s the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me Cause it’s a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me All that bullshit, is just makin me More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you It’ll be I, like I’m supposed to, the click is coastal International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix Hit you with shit, that’ll leave a loose nigga stiff Probably thick, Son I solved em Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace Chorus [Prodigy] Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded Shut down your operation, closed for business Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness POW niggaz is found MIA We move like the special forces, green beret Heavily around my throat, I don’t play Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp see, but simply To simplify shit, no man can go against me Test me you must be bent G, don’t tempt me I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty The reason why it full for so long, cause I don’t waste shit You probably hid, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb When they see us, I tell you what black, here’s the issue It’s a package deal, you rob me, you take this message along with that, I ain’t your average cat Fuck rap, I’m tryin to make CREAM and that’s that Whatever it takes however it gots to go down Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground I could truely care less the God will get his Regardless blow for blow let’s find out who wear hardest This rap artist used to be a stickup artist Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it A live nigga stay on point never diss Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds We flush through your click get purged

[Prodigy (Slim)] Tssh, shorty come here (112) Listen, listen, listen, I know, I know (Ooooh) (Love you) God damn (Need you) Hear me out though (Let''s ride..) Yo (Let''s ride..) Hey love, I wanna hold you and talk to you Put my arm around ya shoulder and walk witchu Be that one that assures you, my words are true I know that nigga don''t be doin what he ''sposed to do I got much more to give than homie do And you so fine, I just wanna roll witchu You a Queen bitch, you need a king close to you You need a nigga like P to just flow witchu And I gotta try, cuz anything''s possible And you just might see things the way I do I just wanna get next to you, friends witchu Burn hundreds, wake up in the bed witchu I love when you walk, how that body move Pardon my mouth, I''m just being honest boo I will pay for airtime just to vibe witchu Kisses and hugs until the next time you swing through [Chorus: 112] So many things that I wanna do Wanna kiss, wanna touch, wanna taste, never teasing you Oooh baby, cuz I only wanna be with you Girl you know, anything that you need, I got it Million dollar shoppin spree, I got it Anything that you want, I got it You know, I got it, ask me, I got it [Havoc] Ma I want you in the worst way, and I ain''t thirsty or nothin But when I see somethin boo, I go hard for the one Hit my cell, I''ma take you out to eat And kill any misconception that you got of Mobb Deep Throw that bug in ya ear, and it''s about time Cuz a nigga like me, been wantin you for years Bumped heads here and there, but never got the chance Best to those who wait, once I get up in them pants, ain''t no one minute man ''Posed to be with him? Better change those plans Anything you gotsta do, lotta screw Must be out his monkey-ass mind How the hell he gettin tired of you? Lemme light that fire that ya body desire Get you back to being sexy, single, "Free" like Mya Cuz I treats ''em right, you know how I rock it Whereever you at girl I''m on the next flight [Chorus] [Prodigy] Sit back, I got this baby girl you straight For sure, rest asure you in the arms of strength Baby I''ll die for my loved ones, make no mistake I''m not that man, I keep my gun on bait [Havoc] And it''s a cold world, ya man don''t understand ya pain And I know you gettin tired of the same ol'' same He expect to keep you locked with that five karat ring? Let''s cop that old real while 112 sing [112] Anything you want, and anything you need Just pick up the phone, and call me Oooh anything, anything you want (anything you want) and anything you need Ooooh.. I''ll come running! [Chorus: 2x] Yeah.. 112... Mobb Deep... (let''s rock this) Let''s go.. (Prodigy) Da-da-da-da-da.. (Havoc) Ohhh.. Let''s go.. Let''s ride... (That''s right..)

[Havoc:] nigga Sometimes I feel I got to get away For these streets like a fein for crack but pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cuz no matter drama or gossip my heart is your hood my dogs niggas i rock wit (get away) Before you get clapped put the tougnes to two loose have everybody on the corner goin (ooh ooh) holdin they mouth shock as fuck i just had to air that boy out (get away) and now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800 crime stoppers when they see me they like (ooh ooh) cuz they want that thousand dollars and not only that police will die to catch a fucking collar (get away) and i’m out of here ain’t no telling when i be back get rid of this gat dog you know i flew (ooh ooh) hell out of dodge nigga bout this paper ain’t no time to be sitting behind bars [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out of my zone if he tryin to blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted queens nigga grimey retarted you know [repeat] (get away) [Prodigy:] cuz i’m not playin i’m bangin hammers on niggas put hands on that niggas life (ooh ooh) just beat the shit out you I brawl like animal your whole team scrambling ( thats right) ( get away) when we come through pushing new trucks bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us they go (ooh ooh) yeah take a good look bitch this might be last time you’ll see gangsters like this then (get away) cuz somebody bout to die and its going to be a stampede when them shots fly (blah ba blah) (ooh ooh) rip that nigga you know R.I.P your soul just lift up and (get away) uh huh yeah you out of here nigga I’ll see on that other side bye nigga ( other side) (thats right) families cry river courtesey of my niggas we terrorize rappers [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone if he tryin blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted queens nigga grimey retarted you know I got to get away [Havoc:] (no doubt tell it like it is) its either me or you believe it dog no a nigga like you ain’t got shit to loose (ooh ooh) [Prodigy:] cuz you walking that thin line i’m clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying(get away) [Havoc:] to put it past me that ass be bleeding somewhere like a hemophilly act exactly (ooh ooh) (shut the fuck up) [Prodigy:] before its to late go at your gut you ain’t a gangster and yes you could get touched (get away) [Havoc:] saw it before the henny was talking it wasn’t him but you know that nine stopped that (uh huh) (ooh ooh) ( grow up) [Prodigy:] I swear these niggas like bitches Havoc: why is that ? [Prodigy:] cuz these niggas always laying on their back [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone if he tryin blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted queens nigga grimey retarted you know I got to get away

[Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
Niggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em
Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin 'em (So)
Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink watch how quick life pass you
[Chorus - Vita] 2x
What's wrong with motherfuckers,
When will the ever learn
Keep playin with that fire,
And that ass is gettin burned
Fuckin with semi-autos,
One foot is in the grave
We givin all of y'all,
Somethin to be afraid of
[Big Noyd]
Lemme tell you how it's goin down, it's on now
Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now
I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin the spot down
Except I'm pushin a Lex, lettin the top down
But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now
That's hate, you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
Cuz I'm a fuckin drama king like my nigga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day
It's rules, guidlines, and codes, we obey
Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang
Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill't
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No casket, you bas-tards be missin
My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin
My guns be the heat that'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas
No shit, no clip, don't FUCK with us
It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them
From the old to the new, and the rest of them
No love, just slugs for ya body dunn
Just pain, just sufferin, and worst then that
You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin advantage
And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage
You don't know me, but we bout to change that shit
Wrap that nigga up like a package
Fuck all them nigga, buck all them faggots
[Chorus] 2x
[Vita talking]
Yeah, QB (Yeah)
Mobb Deep, dola
It's goin down, we're takin over
Vita, gettin this dough
We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!)
(Murda, Murda!)
I'll send you on
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us
It ain't a game..Yeah
Oh..Come on..Yeah..You see us...

Something’s happenin’ cause everything’s different, but everything is fine, yeah Cause this is the good stuff and yesterday is only what you leave behind it’s only in your mind Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes There’s no use pretendin’ you (or it) never existed til you saw the light, yeah Cause you’re just beginning you haven’t missed it it’s only in you, and you know what to do Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes If the world wasn’t the way she is now you’d be mysterious she’s got more use and give it to me When nobody’s happy that’s not the world outside where everybody hides Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes Yeah, thank you, thank you yeah, everything will stop yeah, thank you, thank you for the light in your eyes yeah, thank you, thank you yeah, everything will stop yeah, thank you, thank you, for the light in your eyes for the light in your eyes

This some of that real gangsta
motherfuckin shit nigga (yeah!)
Yeah! For all the real niggaz out there (yeah!)
You know what I'm talkin bout? (what!)
Like my motherfuckin East coast niggaz(what)
My motherfuckin Dirty South niggaz (what!)
And my motherfuckin West coast niggaz(what)
Let's go!
Some, peo-ple run (yeah!)
But, gang-stas don't (yeah!)
Know my hammer stay cocked (yeah!)
If, you, leave you crippled (hey!)
Some, peo-ple run (yeah!)
But, gang-stas don't (yeah!)
Know my hammer stay cocked (yeah!)
If, you, leave you crippled (hey!)
Now y'all know the deal why we up in here
Burn that ma, put it up in the air (c'mon)
Ma got a phattie so I'm up in her ear
Cause - these clowns wanna grill,
I got the clique right there
Now you could get your
ass drug around up in here
You know I know the promoter
, the pound's in here
And these my parts, you outta town out here
Slow it down, pump the brakes,
get found out there
I'm push that melon,
what the fuck's that smellin? (pussy)
Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin (yeah)
You did that time, but you not that felon (nah)
Nigga kill the noise, your hammer not yellin
.. your infra-red not beamin (nope)
Y'all not eatin while your neck not gleamin
We don't give a fuck, flip for any ol' reason
Just for the fun have your bitch ass leakin
[Lil Jon] Okay!!
Some, peo-ple run (yeah!)
But, gang-stas don't (yeah!)
Know my hammer stay cocked (yeah!)
If, you, leave you crippled (hey!)
Some, peo-ple run (yeah!)
But, gang-stas don't (yeah!)
Know my hammer stay cocked (yeah!)
If, you, leave you crippled (hey!)
Yeah, all I want is the money
and y'all can keep them sloppy hoes
My calender's shows booked,
I ain't got time yo
Gimme the cash, keep them beat up chicks
My bank bounce gotta stay thick
You know e'ry day I stay with, the latest guns
Keep those under our belts to blaze you up
E'ry day we play with, the latest trucks
Work that tip chronic on the porch well
Don't get rat-a-tat tatted up, it be a bad look
Be wettin your pants
when bullets hit, mad shook
Droppin your gun and all that, you mad puss
34 shell cases fall in one push
You get beaten and battered up
, y'all little chain snapped
We still takin 'em, fuck it let the team have it
Be droppin your drinks,
trippin on things scramblin
It be chaos when guns ring at him
[Lil Jon] Okay!!
Some, peo-ple run (yeah!)
But, gang-stas don't (yeah!)
Know my hammer stay cocked (yeah!)
If, you, leave you crippled (hey!)
Some, peo-ple run (yeah!)
But, gang-stas don't (yeah!)
Know my hammer stay cocked (yeah!)
If, you, leave you crippled (hey!)
Aight it's bout to get real ugly
in this motherfuckin club
What, WHAAAT?! I need to see nothin (hey!)
but the real gangsta niggaz
and bitches on the dance FLO' (hey!)
YEEEEEEAHHHHH!!
We gon' crank this motherfucker UP!
Let's crank this bitch up!
We need to see all y'all
motherfuckers doin this shit! (what!)
Doin what?
Hey, put your middle finger up,
motherfucker (motherfucker)
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Let me hear you say - put your middle
finger up, fuck you nigga!
Put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga!
Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch!
Some, peo-ple run (yeah!)
But, gang-stas don't (yeah!)
Know my hammer stay cocked (yeah!)
If, you, leave you crippled (hey!)
Some, peo-ple run (yeah!)
But, gang-stas don't (yeah!)
Know my hammer stay cocked (yeah!)
If, you, leave you crippled (hey!)

Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose -) Jean Plum
"... whether I, win or looooose"
{*variations of this sample repeat throughout the song*}

[Havoc]
Another day another dollar it's about gettin money
Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny
I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long
my hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm

[Prodigy]
It's like ahh shit it's on, time to go shoppin
For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
My clothes, be the same shit that we had on
And fuck lookin cute, save that for the broad

[Havoc]
It's the H-A-V-O, C-dump-and-reload
Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin through the peephole
Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those
But get locked and I'm sluttin lady C.O.'s

[Prodigy]
And we the only niggaz you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still on parole
We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries
Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans

[Chorus]
"Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose"
[H] But losin ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
"Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose"
[H] But losin ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world

[Havoc]
Y'all like bitches - the chit-chatterin
Stay not likin a nigga but givin dap to him
Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him
Never get cool with you niggaz, I end up clappin 'em

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggaz
Franklin and Grant, get yo' ass blammed with the quickness
Y'all niggaz is finished
You overdosin the world with that cute shit
It's time for this realness

[Havoc]
And here I go again, lettin the mac blow
Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose
I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone
For real, put it on her like {?} wrapped dome, f'real

[Prodigy]
Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors
We run laps around e'ry artist on your payroll
Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black
with the black rims, killin yo' bitch in her a-hole uh-oh!

[Chorus]

{*samples continue to fade*}