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Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me, pray for me (yeah) Pray for me just pray for me (It's over nigga) [Lil' Mo (Prodigy):] Living life with all this thuggness, destrction this violence You know it (yeah, you know, understand this) My projects I'm a rep to the fullness I'm always gon' be infamous (It's over, it's over) Untill the day he layin' me down to rest (You dead, You dead) When I'm in this world Just pray for me ( you can't stop it) [Prodigy] The Invicible infamous mobb deep nigga fuck you If you touch one of my dunns I'll buck you You ain't got nuts enough to come through You a punk bitch ass nigga you soft duke And get back at my niggas for them gun wounds I'm a young rich ass nigga who love to Show you how a nigga get his lights blew Teach you the mystery GOD and murk you Burry you mother fuckers in the ce-ment Miss a post of that nigga in the pre-cent Should of known my niggas don't play with stunts While party with the pretty little cu-tties Should of shot back but you got your dome cut You'll be fertilizing the dirt for new trees Fucking with the mobbsters out in Q.B Nigga you get hung for that shit that your mouth speak Bitch ass nigga [Chorus: Lil' Mo & (Havoc), {together}] Just Pray for me (when I'm out in the world) Just pray for me (And if you down for whatever) {You'll wait for me} (I got these cowards out) {tryin to lay for me} [And they making me] So just pray for me (And I can see it in thier eyes) {their affraid of me} (Homeboy I ain't the one) {You mistaken me} (While you ratting and snaking me) (They making me, so just pray for me) We them niggas that pull them things out [Havoc] Niggas talk too much need to shut mouth A lose lip will sink a niggas ship for real Then act all suprise when they get killed Got two fellonies, but take a chance still My life comes first fuck a record deal Move that crowd, direct with steel For a medicine when niggas act ill Be easy the way that you approach me The H-A-V the O the C Didn't see it coming but he got his plug pulled That chicks shiesty don't go by what looks good We in the ear, trust she heard that Fake gangstas I can see right through them Cross that line and get your life ruined Why you loving him all my niggas tap that [Lil' Mo] Living life with all this thuggness, destrction this violence My projects I'm a rep to the fullness I'm always gon' be infamous You know it Untill the day he layin' me down to rest Just pray for me When I'm in this world [Chorus: Lil' Mo & (Havoc), {together}] Just Pray for me Just pray for me (And if you down for whatever) (when I'm out in the world) {You'll wait for me} (I got these cowards out) {tryin to lay for me} [And they making me] So just pray for me (And I can see it in thier eyes) {their affraid of me} (Homeboy I ain't the one) {You mistaken me} (While you ratting and snaking me) (They making me, so just pray for me) [Lil' Mo sings] When I'm out in the world And if you down for whatever Just pray for me You'll wait for me I got these cowards out tryin to lay for me And I can see it in thier eyes their affraid of me And they making me So just pray for me Homeboy I ain't the one you mistaken me While you ratting and think your snaking me They making me, so just pray for me
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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[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 |
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| 3. |
| 4:13 |
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Another banger Yeah You can feel me if you don't, you don't I'll feed you to the dogs like a bitch I boned Problem dead on tacking tours to throats My only concern is for the cash I gross A nigga more deadly up against the ropes Eyes, ears open you can try to get close Get on the floor soldier like you owe me ten Spread it, never say it Approach me then Actions speak louder than words Get bodied because you doubted the word Never fucked your bird, stop askin her It's not that serious, keep backin up To stop Havoc got to kill me bro She'll get curious, and delirious Send that bitch home on her period These niggaz listening but don't hear me bro [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, what's the deal, deal Play that shit I can feel, feel Right now it's about to get real, real Never leave home without that steel, steel [2X] [Prodigy] Yeah, just bounce Bounce, Bounce Let's go, let's do it, let's get it correct Let's ball, let's burn, let's all get bent Let's party and celebrate success Let's not ruin my fun, my gun will spit Nigga find you a woman you can definitely rip Ladies find you a man, go ahead get you some dick What you thought? you a big girl, I'm a big boy So let's not play these games, let's get to the point Bitch get off me, I switch plans on you These niggaz got problems? I'll straighten that promptly There's plenty more bunnies for me I'll be all over them niggaz so fast, they're so pussy Go ahead push me to tear you up Try me, blind me, force my guns So we gonna ride on you niggaz until the sun burn out You ain't built for war, you built to bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus (2X)] [Chorus (2X)]
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| 4. |
| 4:53 |
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some niggas need the henny to endure the drama all I need is informtion on your crib and armour when it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father need guns get your own gas and never charter like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther pull strings have you gettin clapped and things my gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal serchin for Hav is like a search through fog how you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Prodigy] yo yo maybe its us, maybe its them other crews you bout to be another dead rapper but who know we'll see, til then, all I know is how to get the guns in and give it to a nigga good when he startin fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit you better protect that bar, i'll murder that kid you got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin all you get is standin ovation with mack 10's ?? and more shit we applaud it niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards from gettin at this nigga, pardon my force you better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too your power is no match for my strength of wolves nigga we came into this game on this drama shit more money more murder thats how we live it more diamonds more guns is the beginnin more of this gangsta shit can wear you out niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh) i clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] degree in drama knowledge you nigga just pay the homage you niggas should be abolished for that rappin ass garbage to me, you just a target, easy to hit with that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss then its 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit and ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures rusty ass germs niggas already know this kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with prada'd up, gucci'd up, died on some fly shit regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit talk about cliques most infamous run with it so fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it catch your body's ??, most niggas sick with it and clap a nigga in the first degree aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last [Prodigy] get back, move back, this is that smash this is that murder you niggas get bucked your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked we Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out how heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down so we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em guns clap security be callin for back up ? bullets drop leavin them bagged up why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's they spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
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| 5. |
| 3:47 |
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Yo, It's like this man, It's real simple If my nigga was my nigga like I thought he was Would he have snitched, hung me out the dry to fuck It aint all gravy just because you make cake with 'em Guess you don't know a nigga 'till you catch a case with 'em It's real, niggaz scared to death of state prison To the end when a nigga get caught start snitchin' Imagine the eyes of a nigga that you knew You fetish nigga roll with the sorry fuck now he switchin' to lame For about 20 joints with the nerve to point Hurt worser than that physical pain Niggaz in the box could relate to my pain All I got is my word and I'ma get you thats my word Fuck it anything long as your death occur Through family friends or even fuckin' your bird Whatever happened to death before dishonor It's time for your end and i'ts my honor [Chorus] (Kill that nigga) Never wish death, only if I have to, if it's my last option left (Kill that nigga) Should of kept your mouth tight he's losin' his life Be locked up or sending out kites Ay yo this nigga runnin' 'round runnin' his mouth speakin' on the wrong shit [Prodigy] Creep on the talk show as rap asses get shot in they throat, speak on that Girlie mouth nigga you worse than a bitch What the fuck is this Dave Letterman shit on the late night I done shot niggaz for you put my life at risk Must be insane and I got a cure for that My hammer will knock sense in the nigga real quick How you gonna go behind me and knife my back Nail a nigga tongue with the four fifth Nigga you in violation of that code of silence Niggaz like you get real niggaz unedited We can have that kidnap that bitch torture and tourment that snitch We gotta make examples out these hummig bird fucks Matter fact pull 'em out the trunk, I'm bout to [Chorus (repeat 2x)] Never wish death Kill that nigga [3x] I'm sendin' out kites Kill that nigga [4x]
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| 4:34 |
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Is it real like niggaz claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube a million dollars won't even put my feet in his shoes (check it out) Niggaz lose they life, hear as nature and niggaz die when...tryin', I'm gangsta, niggaz Straight pussy, I can smell that shit There's only one way that I can duse that shit Slugs comin' through, better move that shit He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that shit Them QB niggaz, too grimey for y'all We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song The 41st Side, and that love go long Niggaz screamin' out, "dunn" and we put y'all on... Chorus: Havoc (2x) So fuck y'all niggaz Buck y'all niggaz Ain't no way you can touch my niggaz Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggaz...my gats spittin' [Verse Two: Infamous Mobb] Aiyo You feel my niggaz when we come through, thuggin' it You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government I'm 13 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly You fuckin' with veterans who's better than us, The In-fa-mous, We crush crab niggaz to dust and sweep-o-mop When the heat raise up, ain't no ifs, ands, or buts The most scandalous, make your blood rush through your body like it ain't never did before We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all My spirit is torn My guns is long My team is strong We king kong niggaz when the heat is on And no matter if I'm wrong or right, believe me, I'm right If anythin |
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| 3:34 |
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Smack flames out a nigga and I got you smilin' Girl I know you love a thug be wildin' The way I cut a nigga every which way but loose A blood stained Gucci suit will be the proof Laid back cat but I love to chill Love a freak in a thong with a ? full of ? Said you went to catholic school and that's cool With no interruptions, ma turn the cell off Let me see you throw the suit on And I'm sick with the candle Start for the touchin' A fatty, ain't nothin' that a nigga can't handle I been through it It's a first time for everything, settin you free And I feel you your man ain't lettin' you breathe You a dime from your face to your navel Your man better wake the fuck up and let you out of that stable Used to think like that until I thought ? shoe on the other foot and I got ? She gonna do what she want, flirt when she want, fuck who she want Stay home, cook and clean like she the boss Hell no nigga, not while I'm up in New York Then nigga It's a wrap You like 'No she won't', but yes she will Chick might as well have Big comin' out of jail [Chorus X4] I got them keys to those handcuffs (handcuffs) Wanna be free throw your hands up (wanna be free) [Havoc] Should've stayed where you was, I don't play those games My niggas in NY know the game Bitch front, she gettin' out on the shoulder lane It's 3 in the mornin', why you think you came Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter The reaction, your mind'll crack There's only one thing that this shit could lead to Bitch you laughin'? And put my mans on if it's poppin' Girl I know the situation all too well Everything that I spit is real And everything on your inside you scared to tell The word creep, "no" ring a bell I'ma keep it gangsta, rep the 'bout Lady caught on, so I had to bounce With bleach in the crib, all my clothes got doused Know what you're goin' through, been there before That's when a nigga knew I had to get out Relationships now, it's like they got these laws Girl all you wanna do is just be free And that's why a nigga like me got these keys [Chorus X4]
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| 4:02 |
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[Prodigy & 112]
Pss.ss..Shorty... come here (112) listen listen listen come on (ooooo) yo-yo (luv you ... need you...) (let ride, lets ride) [Prodigy] Yo..hey luv i wanna hold you and talk to you, put my arm around ya shoulda and walk wit chu be that one headed sherif give me world to you, i kno that nigga aint doin what he suppose to do i got much more to give than homie do, and you so fine i just wanna roll wit chu you a queen bitch, need to come close to you need a nigga like P to just flow wit chu, and i gotta try cuz anything possible, and you just might see things the way i do i just wanna get next to you, friends wit you burn hunids wake up in the bed wit chu i luv when you walk how that body move, pardon my mouth IM just bein honest boo i would pay for air time just to vibe wit chu kisses and hugs till the next time you swing thru [CHORUS] [112] (So many things) So many thing that i wanna do wanna kiss wanna touch wanna taste of you (Wanna taste of you..oooo) Cuz i only wanna be with you you, Girl you kno anything that cha need i got it, Million dolla shoppin sprees i got it anything that cha want i got it..You kno i got it (ask P) you kno i got it [Havoc] Ma, i want you in the worst way, and i aint thirsty or nuttin but when i say sumtin boo, i go hard for the 1 (ooo baby) Hit my cell, imma take you out to eat, and kill any misconception that you got of Mobb Deep throw that bug in ya ear and its about time cuz i nigga like me been wantin you for years bump heads here and there, and neva got the chance, best to those who wait once i get up in tha pants aint no one minute man, suppose to be wit him betta change those plans anything you gots to do, lies to you must be out his monkey ass mind how the hell he gettin tired of you? let me light that fire that yah body desire, get yah back to bein sexy, single free like my do cuz i treats them right, you kno how i rock en where you at girl I'm on the next flight (sooo many things that i wanna doooo) [Chorus] [Prodigy] sit back i got this, babygirl ya straight fo'sure rest a sure you in the arms of strength Baby i die for my love ones make no mistake IM not that man i keep my gun on base [Havoc] And its a cold world,yah man dont undastand yah pain and i kno you gettin tired of the same ol' sayin he expect to keep you locked, wit that 5 cocked rink lets coop that ol real whil 112 sing [Bridge] 0o anything you want and anything you need lets make this tuff uff and come wit mee hee o0o anything anything you want and anything you need girl ill come running.... [chorus Till end] |
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| 3:48 |
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[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... |
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| 10. |
| 4:26 |
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Yeah, yeah Yo son No fucking doubt baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Its real, its real Yeah let them niggas know Its real, its real Yeah Say QB [Hook] [Havoc] Everywhere that I go now I keep that thing right with me Shorty like blue piece coming It is because I live foul [Prodigy] I got bitches all only back I got niggas all in my face It get serious it ain't no game So I got to keep that thing at my waist Your dealing with one dead serious black man [Havoc] Which part of no games niggas don't understand Whose first resort is to squeeze, second thought to breath And why these niggas want to pull me in Love this freedom so you know how I be I ask myself that same question over and over again It's a small world my girl, I'm smashing a friend Ain't no love lost might as well join the fuck in I've been telling niggas how my gangster get You can trace it all the way back to the infamous Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield When niggas out now was on infamil Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking Wrecking my first wheel they was barely bulking A hate in my blood you won't find one drop But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped So [Hook] [Prodigy] Yo dun what up scream at your dog These niggas been wilding since niggas been gone Fake niggas stunt like their really that strong You really that bitch nigga pussy, thongs P that nigga that will break your jaw You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for sure Who get cut bucked and left for dead Partying with the ladies is crazy dic We get fucked sucked and extra bead Make you want to have babies and eat the fish We make niggas want to stay far away from us You won't feel safe in the same place as us We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us Want to see a nigga live and be safe as such We back with more of that murda muzik bitch I'm going to bang on a nigga that confuse the shit [Hook] [H] That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water [P] You niggas is like fleas and guns pluck em off dun [H] Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch [P] Then we mobb out with the sixes looking sickening [H] Thats when beautiful whip we tearing the streets up [P] We got the big stash box so we can fit the street sweeper [H] My duns keep it at any time its nothing [P] You run around like you got a pass or something [Hook x2]
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| 3:30 |
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I'll noose ya'll, and push ya'll off the edge I'm like Ray Benzino 'cause how I hang men I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb so I can explode on any mothafucka that grin trust me, it's not like that, it's not what you thought you'll be like "P shot me and bounced in the Porsche" on some real live Mobb shit, Columbo, the Cappo I pop niggas, leave the gun right there, I got gloves stop niggas from frontin', leave 'em real fucked up coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit I drop niggas thats runnin', shoot 'em in they back dun and when them things popped out you on some Michael Johnson shit fuck that, hammer that nigga to the earth wanna cross me? you niggas gotta pay that toll first and I got change for all that million dollar shit and these slugs 'll be the only reason niggas be hollarin'. [Chorus (Havoc, P, and Noyd)] Turn this shit up, pump this shit up, DJ mothafuckas burn this shit up, we hurt niggas Twirl that shit up, burn that shit up, don't make me have the Nine spit up, I gives a fid-uck, I hurt niggas [Verse 2: (Havoc)] I'm tired of tellin' niggas how the fuck I feel you know the steel 'll put them niggas to sleep like Benedryl talkin' like the bitches, walk around like they Men these trash ass rappers and they faggot ass friends this is Hav', I die once, ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths niggas like ya'll don't get no respect cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it talkin' this and that, but check you know them niggas that be fake be the ones to shout it (Holla!) turn around and get robbed in they own projects might as well be rappin' on stage for them the sound of these guns got 'em shook, it's a rap bitches be baggin' you, 'cause you the one feminine you could see the yellow stripe runnin' clear down they back and let a nigga find out where you live at and then blow that mothafuckin' piece of shit off the map. [Verse 3 (Prodigy)] Whattup son, dun, surprise nigga, thats how we pop up on 'em you off point you die in your sleep, thats the moral nigga, you know we get our contraban in you know I'm dead real, I don't know what you was thinkin' smokin' that dangerous, you know we got bangers I'm all over the street, you better stay creepin' I shoot niggas fair ones, I'll box you dun you'll be six feet in that dirt, I'll stop your run. [Chorus]
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| 3:33 |
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[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous And you tell him personally...from me! [Havoc] And stay outta here! Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... Real loaded, in the flesh And we know where we aimin Check me out... Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga With the gat, I'm like ?? paintin that picture Listen to the words, take it as a jewel Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em Get at me, you and what army? Man down, nigga it's the same shit The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision (pow) [Havoc (Prodigy)] [Chorus] (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Snitches wanna rap me Niggas wanna clap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be [Prodigy] Shotties and macks, little two-shots Yeah, nigga what's beef? Four pounds and techs, arms and chest Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists Just move on them niggas with excessive force And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch, Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down My niggas is here, brace yourself [Chorus] [Man talking] Now we all get to know what it's like... when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark and blow your head off... I want you to know what it's like to live that way [Prodigy] (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) First of all, we the one and only...infamous First of all, we the one and only... 'Til the name wear out
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| 13. |
| 3:44 |
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Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they gully when switch when i'm spittin' those dummies I creep in the cold till my nose get runny Then i'm laying for a nigga like i'm waiting on money I ask these hoes what the fuck they want from me From the gate 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 Dog, god forbid if i die, don't worry kid Take you with me shit pussy don't want me My life's story was the henny, had to stop that And now i'm focusing clear when i copp that Fuck getting clapped, it be more like applause Since they tellin' like broads, might as well be the Mobb The H da A da V da O da C i'm the man The myth pushing shit to the white league [chorus 2x] You can two face me, backstabb me A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying (I won't fall) You can try to set me up and all that A nigga too much on point for all that (I won't fall) [Prodigy] Don't make me be after you niggas like the Ku Klux Man Throwin' my hoody, you know i'm burnin' that grass Plottin' on how im'a murda that ass We poppin' up, guns choppin up, yo whole staff What's toppin the cassette, ain't nothin' gettin' passed Cuz we gettin' fat, on top of that we gettin' cash I hear you niggas wanna get me may god be with you Plus you better keep that mothafuckin' thing right wit you And if i feel you a threat to my well-being Niggas is bleeding you niggas 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 mothafucka thinkin' P not squeezin' Like palm springs the only thing beefin' Is that gumball cus i ain't got talk for ya'll I got big four-pound towners do yo new bounce [chorus] [Havoc N Prodigy] The two-face niggas The backstabb niggas I felt that shit coming Like that in the bud gunnin' No tolerance for them niggas Fuck the dumb shit, i hope you niggas die broke While we in the plushes Hotel Suites Expensive car seats Windows half-down bumpin' out mobb beatz With a bad bitch beside me Raisin' up the volume Know they hate to see that And that's why we come thru [chorus 2x] |
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| 4:43 |
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Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap Dog I take shit to heart cause I was born like that I only got my word as a man when I give When I say I'm going at you it's a given when I spit it So niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it So bitches fuck niggas, they man best dog Over that now you got some nigga leaking on the floor So niggas get money bounce from the hood you shitted You gotta watch those broads To die over that is totally against the grain and against street laws I respect paper and every minute thats spent gettin that shit So my little dunn could be set And what I feal about a nigga thats trying to pose threats Dog I know about death you ain't sayin nuttin slick Never write it out if you can't cash that check Empty out on that fool cliq cliq, cliq cliq So keep movin, You better keep walkin [Havoc: Hook x2] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life Nigga how you want it nigga, cause you about to get served [Prodigy] Matter of fact nigga, you about to get your shit burned The homo rapper, H to the you know Punk motherfucker, female ass nigga Come on man I ain't gotta spell it out for you You know how to tell time you know my gun boil I set it off on your bitch ass, dont forget that And your retaliation was weak, baby pictures Dunn I'll take you out in the street and spank you bitch Ain't no point going at "P" you run into bricks How you not gonna show face after that stunt At rap's only awards and you ain't show up I suggest that you pack up and take it to go You scared and you butt, you are now being crushed By these black Mobb gangstas you niggas is done Cause everything is not cool and you niggas should know [Havoc: Hook] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin So keep movin, You better keep walkin Clinger for life How it feel when that steel hit the grill huh For real, for real shit be that real son [Havoc] The grimy endulge in nothing but gangsterness Is you ready to die like a man for it That ice is lookin major on your wrist Or pass it right over, fall back and get extorted Keep them hands so I see them Like a camcorder every move is recorded Every thaught I can read it [Prodigy] Ya'll some hoe ass niggas, I'll slap days out you You was raised off our shit we made rappers Bitch ass nigga I'll buck the fuck out that nigga And peel that fruit, kill that fool Eighty Eight is you crazy Thats when I was fuckin Sophie and you was pumpin for poison My nigga Killa Dang woulda spit in your face Illa G been told me about that ? boy Jay [Havoc: Hook x2] So keep movin, You better keep walkin The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life
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| 4:28 |
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Yeah man..you know...2002 man...approachin' 2003 man...where we takin' this man?...where we headed for the future man...whats the resolution? Wealth, health, and happiness nigga [Verse 1: (Prodigy)] keep me from runnin' 'round clappin' these niggas sometimes you gotta just handle your business fuck it, it's on me, rounds of shots for niggas punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars livin' like the pharoah Tut, I'm blessed with life so I breathe deep and give praise to the most high then I, get fresh for a new day I eat broccoli for breakfast and smoke my trees turn on the flat screen to C-Span prophecies comin' to pass I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that see the elite strength, attorney general slowly gettin' bills passed we gotta survive this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap. [Chorus (both)] I traveled the World, and been alot of places believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home and if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama? who's gonna clap that chrome? nobody like you, somebody like me when death I'm ready for it in Threes and me off point? c'mon now nigga please I'm paranoid, you know I'm burnin' those trees [Verse 2: (Havoc)] Saw alot of niggas die, some niggas survived and those that did did it by the skin of their hide dodgin' that long ride, the four-fifth aimed at 'em and knew to fall back when them slugs came at 'em on the real, for me to be here tellin' ya'll this is like dice, then I rolled that Four-Five-Six my Brother passed away, 24/7 I was bent and never lost ever since, though I took that big pinch drunk in my pain, alot of friends went and then came and those that stayed understood a nigga pain and for a niggas problems had noone to point the blame I was my own worst enemy goin' against the grain all this money plus family, shit wasn't that bad somewhere along the line them pieces had to get grabbed all you little shorties runnin' 'round like shits sweet just remember these words from the M-O-double-B. [Chorus] [Verse 3: (Littles)] I kiss my finger, cross my heart, I'ma make it out these dark days whether together or we part ways I got a promise to that boy tatted on my arm three strong, man, the heat's still lukewarm who can you trust when your friends wanna pop your safe? vision the days, hear the ghost whisper dogs we left in the past, brought back now here with us you let him stash in your place, now you watch his waist cross my heart, let the haze linger pour out a little liquor, knowin' God took a good nigga Thousand dollar slippers skirt from the scene he was just a worker, dog, you were his every dream I kissed his face like I never knew 'em it was me, once upon a time when life was ruined jumpin' out of bed, Thousand dollar slippers slidin' huggin' the now the mink rope chain sparklin' carpets. [Chorus]
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| 6:50 |
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(feat. Ronald Isley)
(Ronald Isley singing throughout song) (Prodigy and Havoc talking) Yeah yeah Know what I'm sayin' Straight burn biscuits baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son No problem Creepin' it though baby It's gangsta The truth gonna come to the level (Havoc) Yo As this blood flow through my veins I stand before this mic with a stepped up game Some things when I look how they never gonna change It ain't a thing Niggas wild Then I'm cockin' that thing Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin' How many times it have to happen Niggas talkin' like they generals They just mere captains The streets there's rules Slugs hit 'emwith infractions And then there's Hollywood if you want some fuckin' acting You got these niggas out mis-representin' they hood Give 'em heart now they icin' I'm like nigga what's good? Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best (Chorus) You know a nigga I be tryin' to chill But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (no doubt) Ther comes a time in Every nigga life when he's face to face with that ole' Kill or be killed And here I go again Grabbin' my steel Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (run 'em) There come a time in Ever nigga life when he's face to face with that ole' Kill or be killed (Prodigy) Ay yo Don't make me have to body something Fuck you and what you known for To me you're nothin' I don't see why in the world To me you frontin' And if you was that nigga Then you still mean nothing Homes (what) My gun is bustin' Fuck all y'all niggas my stomach is touchin' And I be right there on Murdle Ave. Come through You bitch ass niggas wouldn't know what to do I get bullet proof love Pounds and hugs You get extorted by the thugs that gew up in your hood You get killed fuckin' with P You really should Not do that I use that Lugar good Catch a bad one Ran dunn raggity You got fucked up and left for dead in the street (Havoc) Yo Who wants it with Hav Who want it with P Not near one of y'all And I put that on me But ifa?| (Chorus) (Havoc) Yo Believe me dog there's more than Cockin' and squeezin' and Afterward that nigga still be breathin' and Who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then For a reward nigga just might turn you in I take it further and I might just murder him That mouthpiece all together I'm curbin' him It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens It's very real Ain't got no time to pretend (Prodigy) Yo Feelin' it thugs I dump a magazine on you dunn I'll run up on you niggas with the ?master? glove Dunn there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt I know it's nothin' for you The pain to have me killed I respect the laws of war and love I live by them shits Y'all niggas not ready for this You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed Spray it dunn Straight out Shit it when them guns come out (Chorus x2) (Ron Isley singing) (Woman singing x6) We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now let me show you something |
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| 3:26 |
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(Verse One: Havoc)
Why the f**k did your your ass have to go and get knocked now you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops tryin' to verify your government they got you now, they lovin' it, they wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past though I can't see your problem you was still young at the time did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time never told you to slow down resee your crown heights, you wild all I could say was be careful give you a dap to bounce shit that you went through watched the drama amount gave a f**k long, you wasn't part of the body count now I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration till the interveine, when you first started catching cases f**k to this, dunn, now you in there gotta hold it down, you mother's only son and I'ma ride for you, baby, 'cause a lot of it is still love I'm still there, when you get home, I'ma be there (Chorus: Havoc (4x)) You gotta (hold on) No matter (how long) And it seems (so long) (Verse Two: Prodigy) I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault 'cause I fronted you that money to get that dough any man's ain't accountable for they action still and all I feel responsible for you being gone I hit the mall 'till it happened, k.a. now & then just so, you can live and keep your little cosmetics in that five years, it was a little dough we made out of sight, out of mind, naw dog it's not me, I miss you you on my mind daily even though I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me trying to get my shit together so you could be proud, when you touch down we got businesses to run now peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house on some pety crime shit, boy we was not playin' on occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end Black, and bone crazy ass reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humour talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler tellin' me, how you'll deaf, to see your nose out you need to bring your black ass home and cut that bullshit out I could remember me and killa would test our new guns in the projects 'cause that's where police won't come, iller g my nigga 'till death do us you almost home, until then hold ya head, dunn (Chorus: Havoc (4x)) You gotta (hold on) No matter (how long) And it seems (so long) |
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