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from 지누션 3집 - The Reign (2001)
Prodigy
yo! we so crazy we shoot niggas right then and there if you try to play me my whole attitude is like fuck everybody i've been thru too much shit ya'll just hardly thug my nuggas got gnarly guns getto verse and make it real it real hard to run captain P! you just a suspect seoul-ja my chain swiings that nigga still rock chockers we chest naked tattooed up wit', two plastic cups one got gin the other got punch yellow g-shock to match my air force ones damn my niggas got so much g's that's how we fuck damn ya'll niggas cd is so weak I frisbee that shit out the caddy truck, nigga we put out mobb hits it's the head nigga in charge you lousy kid.. whut most peple dont know how far the seoul go wit the real shit the ill shit it's the "P" nigga wit "js" nigga one love holdin down hiphop most peple dont know how far the seoul go wit the real shit the ill shit it's the "P" nigga we the realest niggas holdin down hiphop! Perry yo! "d"s got we blasted high on some melodic strung out raw mix that got'em shafted. I saw'em throwin some side ass shit like they wouldn't ride the dick if I gave it to'em (bullshit) right here right now i'ma squash it i'ma bout the sickest individual in the game who lost it out come platinum, I crossed it niggas had a road block on my til they saw the profit me, regular T-boots and some cammys livin the life you couldn't even see in movies it's just routine everyday scene status mad cream holdin hiphop wit the rest of my fam see, i'm bout a century deep and ya'll minute muthafuckas just pretending to be ya'll keep it gently i'ma proceed to keep it rugged like it's suppose to be suckas see me most pele dont know how far the seoul go wit the real shit the ill shit it's the "p" wit a 9 milli spitta js holdin down hiphop! most pele dont know how far the seoul go wit the real shit the ill shit it's the "p" wit a yg trigga js holdin down hiphop! as we continue this journey of hold down for the true pioneers and the year is 2001 Sean broken bones and borken tones and 너 지금 사서 하는 고생 js yo we get wild! 다시 너 에게 하늘과 땅만큼 다른 style 알릴시기 uplifted when I ripped it niggas ran as they dripped like liqurd(someone's gettin high you could smell it in the sky) 나 또한 다음 타 석 준비되어 있지(what's that?) js elequant wit mili shit the winning shit spinning on my cream and giving any shit 모두가 다 원치 so I pump this ji won't you hold this Jinu psychotic states of minds of kanivin' human kinds got me losing my religion 깊은 늪에 퇴색된 my vision search lights navigatin' shine bright angel flights in skys tellin true lies 소란사이 세뇌당한 지배당한 없는자에 꿈이 없는 고난 지켜보는 난 죽고 영혼나라 떠 나가도 내손목 꼭 mic쥐고 물어주오 most peple don't know how far the seoul go wit the real shit the ill shit, 너희 모두가 js따라 one love holdin down hiphop(*3) most peple don't know how far the seoul go wit the real shit the ill shit it's the "p" nigga wit "js" nigga we the realest niggas holdin down hiphop! they don't know that this is the real thing they down know....... |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
(Havoc)
Now here's a little story I got to tell About a gangsta ass bitch, y'all know so well It started way back, in history With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G. (Hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now) Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH! (Lil' Kim) Now here's a little story I gots to tell 'Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanel Taught you how to get money and pop Cristal Even gave y'all tips on ridin' cock as well The Beehive, sticker say "better beware" If it's buzzin' in the spot You know my boys is here (bzzzzz) If we in the parkin' lot, you know the toys is there Pushin' drop G-Wagons, two doors, ya hear? Hold it now, the Queen's sittin in the chair Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair? Will the real Kim stand up? It's frauds in here I'm bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year (Lights out!) (Chorus 2x) When we come to the clubs they be like (Hold, hold it now) When we pull up on them dubs they be like (Hold it, hold it now) Where my bitches and my thugs gettin right (Hold, hold it now) Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night - WHOAHHH! (Lil' Kim) Now all my all my all my bitches rub ya titties (If ya love Biggie) And all my niggaz grab ya dicks If you feelin' the bitch I'm in the middle of the dancefloor (go Kim, go Kim) Killin' the shit With the Belve', tryin' not to spill any shit You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub You a, sensitive thug, let me give you a hug Y'all thirsty ass niggas take this bottle of bub I'm the, First Lady, so I can't lose Because of me y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide Now hold that, yo Havoc, let the beat ride (Chorus) (Lil' Kim) And since Frank White taught me how to play the game La Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign They pump my album in the street like they pump the 'caine I'm like bleach Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein I might give a little head to (Hold it, hold it now) All we ask is y'all show respect 'Cause we don't want talk, big homey Just cut the check Now I'm sittin' outside in my six-point-six Just signed a lil' deal bout six-point-six Used to transport bricks and make six-point-six If you look in my garage I got six joints (Chorus) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now) Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH! {*"hold it now" and ad libs continue to the end of the beat*} |
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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) and now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800 crime stoppers holdin they mouth shock as fuck i just had to air that boy out (get away) 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 you know [repeat] queens nigga grimey retarted (get away) [Prodigy:] cuz i'm not playin i'm bangin hammers on niggas just beat the shit out you I brawl like animal put hands on that niggas life (ooh ooh) your whole team scrambling ( thats right) ( get away) when we come through pushing new trucks they go (ooh ooh) yeah take a good look bitch bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us this might be last time you'll see gangsters like this and its going to be a stampede when them shots fly then (get away) cuz somebody bout to die R.I.P your soul just lift up and (get away) (blah ba blah) (ooh ooh) rip that nigga you know uh huh yeah you out of here nigga courtesey of my niggas we terrorize rappers I'll see on that other side bye nigga ( other side) (thats right) families cry river [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 I got to get away queens nigga grimey retarted you know [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:] Havoc: why is that ? I swear these niggas like bitches cuz these niggas always laying on their back [Prodigy:] [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted if he tryin blown it go I got to get away queens nigga grimey retarted you know
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
[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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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 *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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat (x2) 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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
[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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
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 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 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 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 Yo Who wants it with Hav Who want it with P Not near one of y'all And I put that on me But if?? 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 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 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 Why the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 You gotta (hold on) No matter (how long) And it seems (so long) 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 You gotta (hold on) No matter (how long) And it seems (so long) |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right? Aight, we gonna do it again son Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas fuck you up Thick as shorty guts, get the men to set you up It's the most trifle, 44th Side disciples Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour Niggas come with the "I gave you birth kid, I'm sellin you" The Infamous got PC for days We runnin thru townships, fuckin shit Kid, we down shit Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique 9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again Songs about 'We all around the NC' Cop the E series, jealous ones envy Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin with that? To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty Scarface and Gambino, New York City It's P live and direct, stab ya neck Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets Your time's wasted for figurin P was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously You get lumped sometin horribly and then we calmly guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout Mobb niggas to the exit, we out 9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse QBC on the L-I-E an sippin Hennessey and Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy Eyes forever chinky, up in the Mariott Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low The 5-0-migos, the gigolo, what nigga? A technique, official white meat Internal bleedin he felt, heat then cold feet QBC committee, Ty Knitty hit the safe The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates We escape, ain't no turnin back to Stat Pushin back-to-back acts, gettin cheddar Drug smugglin tri state, catchin faith We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake! Chorus: repeat 2X My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears and thirty years for years, start niggas and drink beers Tired of livin life this way, crime pay But for how long till you reach a downfall Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all Animal instinct, these niggas gettin clapped on instinct I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay But for how long till you reach a downfall (Nigga) Motherfucker! Word up! |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls gats like a basehead pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop A Gem On Em.. Verse One: Havoc Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire they gotcha gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit fuck it, I love it like a cloud over the projects your game Im above it its combat, gats bangers and all that you'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that I mention, nuthin but the real shit presentin the hollow tip crew 41st side convention try for? you half-steppin like a fresh tec out of the box yo niggas I'm testin (There's no question) bitch ass have you confessin like a D-T left in state of depression you under pressure, intact no doubt catcher the snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma you casper, you yell my name thats only givin me props plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked got raped on the Island, you officially got kick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit (keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin wit) Chorus: repeat 2X It's the Infamous back in the house once again Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop A Gem On Em Verse Two: Prodigy Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside your claptized and set straight, put on your head straight watch out for, these upstate cats be leary of you yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then Now you wanna got at my team, you must of been drunk when you wrote that shit too bad you had to did it to your own self my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state aimin at your face at the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came through shot through, don't even know the half of my crew I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits you look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches get chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious and laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again my Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans wit bangers the size of African spears it's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit you gotta gat you betta find it and use that shit think fast and get reminded of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened 60 g's and one for gun clappin Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch what makes you think you cant get bucked again Once again, back in the house once again live the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Its the Infamous.. |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
turn them heaadphones up
yeah to my man Nigga-No, yo Killa Bee no doubt [Prodigy] I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga god bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin we blowin niggas heart attack stroking niggas provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas you rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya but fuck that stickin with the gat is quicker scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga do a jaw way all day fake shit what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch) and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit and show the world don't sweat it baby girl I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem you all fucked up like a off beat blend I send message that you couldn't read clear try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear take it as a letter but I'm not sincere yo this ain't rap, it's bloodsport your life cut short, you fell short pressure's on high, full court my team form killer instincts and fire arms dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars a life of a wild rebel, who run wild clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down appear, disappear, a hydro cloud while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead get ninja'd I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin' listen, who are you to throw your fist in? hit like a bitch, run like a faggot an take the whole shit that's it I had to pass here with shit It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get you want to talk tough and get all delinquent you find yourself all bloodied up and shameded me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin what's up there? let's take you there and touch something I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that capable of combat, P counterattack in some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back it was a foul way to go, Kicko you know the ropes so... bloodsport motherfucker ay yo the rockweiler chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar and let the lights dimmin and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice fatality too this rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two to the set of prenumtual got paid in too comfortable it's all good, we don't want to humble and while you shinin in the spotlight I got this dot right the aimed right a stoplight the trife life, ain't no part two's when it's over it's over you hit now send your soldierly stool <repeat last stanza> nigga, bloodsport |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
Intro:
Yeah... Time to let these niggaz know Son Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G Yo... Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise Especially me, H-A-V-O-C Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G In a four time Ford truck with Speed like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind My crime work, ninja style shit was did And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely Never fails it's always something No rest, daily gotta rock my vest I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP He played the front line got struck down immediately I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when heavy load my military hold ammunition Far from animation, it's real live, you think not My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting (Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up) Verse Two: Havoc, Method Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits You fuckin with, top contenders Official to the bone gristle It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out and then played her, but that ain't nothin Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga Mr. Freeze crowd shiver What? Young, black, and don't give a fuck If the next crew get the scissor... (Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion) Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk Wanna pop the most junk Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps Chew on that shit Punk faggot (word up) Burn his ass like a book of matches [Yeah, that's just about it] Under pressure like fat bitches... |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
Yo.. knahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin sittin gettin bent Watchin old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long time no hear from No doubt long time no see I heard you had a seed a baby girl and now she three What's up wit that cat, you know who your baby pops Slung rocks up top then heard he got knocked He home? Fuck dat nigga I'm on my own Matter fact got my own crib, plus I'm all alone Word? The bitch is bad; chill son she got me tempted Reminiscing the fatty, jumped in the ride I rented Rest Timbs, Mecca dice well presented Sippin E & J straight, was bent when I entered Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug She ain't she's a bitch, she back then and now its bugged Turned the VCR on, "Friday," my favorite flick Its hard for me to drink Alize (no doubt) I take a sip Got into convo, how you been over the years? Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true I'm not talkin about him, another dude Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him -- Word? Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not She said dont sweat it he don't got the top lock Tried to play it cool, but in my head shorty's wildin Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was with Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz Let me begin then explain I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed Stuck without a gat, now prepared for combat Gave the address, told my son there's more cats Be here in a second, big gats no half steppin They flippin on me talkin bout I never learn my lesson I laughed an additional hit them with the math Hung up the jack, while shorty soaked in the bath Played the living room, dozed off for a second When I woke up shorty was standing ass naked Make moves stepped to the room All this bullshit pussy better be good Threw off my Champion hood, slow motion All arm bent off the potion Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open It was over laid up in the cut I heard a thump, jumped up threw on my boxers Yo, what the fuck? All of a sudden I saw this black motherfucker with this big ass gat and two other motherfuckers with black masks (what the fuck?) Clutching duct tape no escape Tied me up, smacked me all in my face Shorty wasn't even screamin, looked up saw 'em schemin "Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this" All bloodied up, shook the fuck up Held for ransom, they yelled, "We got the bones!" Smiled - then started dancin, let them know they had me hostage Threw me on the phone said, "Son don't worry son, we got this" Regardless what the outcome, of this bullshit Take a nigga word - don't never go see a bitch, word! |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
That's my word, GOD! Kick that thug shit, GOD!
Kick that motherfuckin thug shit man! Word up, man! (What's up, son? What's up?) Word up, get go (No doubt, nigga!) Money no represent, knowI'msayin? (All the time, baby) No doubt (YouknowI'msayin?) Who we got here, son? (Shine, baby, shine) (Look) Look who we have here, yo! (up in the sky...sky) Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin You fuckin comic, who you kidding? My nigga's laughing, blood bathin, the world's greatest In-famous crime-zanous To interfere would be dangerous Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up by my z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked My coalition specialises in collision The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac, spit and leave ya half-split You'll be missin much more than a fraction when it's time for action Hit em while a man down, make that nigga backspin Trapped up, by newie thee, madman We blastin you're collapsin, heavily light my gold Mac 10 Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin You get castin the Mobb, deaf and assin We face splashin, dope fake's ice-pick stabbin He slow leakin, he 'ternally bleedin for speakin outta place, niggas get placed back indecent Live at the main event may I present Screamin out loud for any squad that's deaf My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts Another satisfied consumer who got blessed Single out ya army til there's no man left *Man down (Man down, down, down, down....) (x3) Lay the fuck down! Infamous cartel, visible evidence We scarred well, associated team benevolent Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with sharp shit that'll rip thru one hundred layers of Kevlar, sharp like the jim star Exiled, son, he get sent far He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowlest Catchin court cases, pay for your legal aid Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that Invest third place on my best sold rap On the scrap from the ignorant cats It'll be dead in a few....just like that Couldn't bust his gat right (Yo, y'know what?) But now you bucked your own man, amatuer ass Homeboy take that ass to class but you cut in, duckin a reality blast You catch a D minus fuckin with New York's finest The conversation from them outsiders Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin We analysin, tell you up front ain't no surprises We take you down first round, give ya man pound *Repeat Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones to be blowin off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff Toss me the fifth so I can bless the GOD with gift Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit I stick a rocket up in they ass and give em a lift My marvellous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see Shit fienin, now get your fix cos you need it Fuckin up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret The only way you weakin is if you beakin this Sneak devy niggas mischevious 'knowledgin the GOD behind the scene on some snake shit The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it We just waitin with patience Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon or you can snatch the Mac for the faggot, ai! Bang em up, fuck em up *Repeat Lay the fuck down, down, down, down... |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
(Havoc)
QBC About to take over, your area! YO Left to right protect the life, guard my castle When goin at you, take it to the gats if I have to It's the hassle, jealous thugs I suppose squeeze turn that ass to Swiss cheese, leave permanent holes And to them hoes, you know how it go, no dough Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz that don't trick, ladyless, just associates Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's them fake rappers, but they damn good actors From population, through the math I subtract them You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit Handle B-I, on some calm shit (General G) I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O Can't You See, I'm the Total, vocals is low blow Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!) Toe to toe complex the next expert, who's in control? Episode, ya can't control your fascination Hell is the name, two guns that look the same Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile Wild out for snakeness equals foul General G, blowin Dutches in the train Chorus: Mobb Deep Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!) I can't get enough of it Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo I can't get enough of it Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent When my cats attack you got your knot split We out to win and that's it! We out to win it like this! (Prodigy) It's like this kid, aiyyo We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs out the box, we outbox, get suplexed Take notes nigga, best check the index Look over anything that you might've missed You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin on imbecile niggaz who ain't got they feet grounded Precise, astonishin shots split ya skin's top We sent pops, catch you from two blocks Don't run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin hot Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through (Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid) Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple Lay on the wall and watch all y'all You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors Word up (Havoc) Aiyyo we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats One hundred and oh, nigga go check the stats QB, yeah that name hold weight and ring bells All you niggaz Shook and It Ain't Hard To Tell Major clientele, the Infamous cartel Catch a buck fifty, them stars we scar well Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch Laid up, sippin all types of shit, get ya chick bent Talk the bitch to death til there's no info left Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf I'm petrol Regulate the Metropolitan, niggaz gettin bodied in in the lobby-in, lock the door it ain't safe, kid Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it Chorus: Mobb Deep Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!) I can't get enough of it Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo I can't get enough of it Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent When my cats attack you got your knot split We out to win and that's it! We out to win it like this! *crowd noise to end* That's my shit! Yo |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin Look down and see dry blood all on my garment It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill An eye for an eye you know my science of life Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids Kickin' rhymes that's true lies Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time After this you never will go back to that which Sit back an' write half ass shit The last official takin out the artificial Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal Mobb, remember the name it's been along That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin song Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit Bear witness to this diligent street cat I carry myself hold myself down in fact This one dedicated to my niggaz on run Holdin big gats go for your gun Prepare to crush them we trust none Man who ain't down with the clan The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck Boss I break your compass throw you way off course We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror Durable physically fit raps articulate You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous Still facinated by my ste Little P wanna be me, huh you no D *One time son you know we be the illest in this Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit Diamond on some H&R Block shit Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up What fuss on the bottom face slit up Yeah where you from I'm from here You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy Lit up the thai said riiiight! Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em Son was pro nine with the emblem Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out yer mental Jet in a boat with rims to mental *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
*(Yo it's the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama we bring, yeah/yo that's a small thing *Repeat 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 Horror tales 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 *Repeat (x2) 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 *Repeat (x4) |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
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 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 speedy 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 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 Dealt with quick Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it (x2) |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
*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 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 *Repeat (x2) 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 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck
Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds almost got me I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby Negotiatin like an Illuminati network Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect When I lost but back then was my fault Now it's time to floss Eye For An Eye what's mine is yours I need a suite with the flowers complentary at Trump Towers Sit at the table we can build for hours on gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpse The World Is Yours written all over the blimps Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning From ??? and prima, loads of women rockin linen I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man about the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand *Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shit QBC, nigga grab your click Yeah son, I'm feelin it Opposition want me dead, concealin shit Four gats got me livin, kid Rushin thru my pyramid You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch ran his mouth like a bitch now he's layin in a ditch Daily dug for himself On his grave I had to piss Scud missile never miss you Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru You metal deeper, you ain't havin it me either It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers Huh, huh Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man Word up! The tough guy strong me I guess he got plans to ruin me He want ta do me slowly but surely I beat his fast ass a bit early Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly Put the drome to his dome Let him know it's never early You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes He was surprised I snatched him up Regulated his gat and backed him up Stepped to the side, P blast em up Hey yo, cannons are rough You got strucked up, ya strokes slit So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit (Yo, kill that nigga, man!) All I remember was I shot for his throat G You see big guns and 3-D is haunting It gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-nese Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats Burnin my lips from roach clips Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m. These R-tape meridiam? cats, insomniacs Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru These kids too couldn't find the pistol Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklace I'm bent off some next shit Gasoline wick, a kerosene twist Stumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre Lookin for chicks that he can stab now Numbed up for my fiery cup I held juice of sin's nectar Saints found they youth Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luck My pipe games like a night train top speed thru ya warm piece Ready to say the least Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow Not goin to the cell if it ain't a freak show Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shit QBC, niggas grab their click *Repeat (And that's how it go) And that's it nigga (If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show Y'knowhutI'msayin? (Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up) Don't go (Y'know the deal) Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc To the exit, niggas we out! What up! (The Infamous) It's over baby (Fuck 9-6 to 9-7) Tell the rest of the crew |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
We shot the motherfuckin pack, yo
Yo, to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized We cook the shake move the weight across the tri-state Them jooks niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger My Infamous Mobb get on they job The truth gets revealed like you W. Fard Some sheisty New York niggaz, thirsty for chedda You shinin', you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater Keepin this rap fans like crack fiends Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda Albums of G-packs sellin cross far waters My Mobb pits is like dime bricks Satisfaction, guaranteed real shit Rapper Noyd, we meet you at the top kid And once we all on top, ain't no stoppin it I'm headstrong, at peace with myself like Islam You stupid, a hundred niggaz form around me Like forcefield pull out and use gun like shield The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?) Patiently watchin waitin for a come up Get your spot took, we rob land like white man Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand Motherfucker *Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy Still shinin', still climbin *Repeat Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son Nine six to the motherfuckin year two G The Mobb got it locked with the Master keys Word life combination to the safe it's on Get that loot motherfucker spread love well you warned The forty-first got the heat, for them niggaz that thirst Yes devine nine shine put that ass in line Regulate, I'm only here just to take what's mine Must hit combine, dangerous minds Dunn bust the outline A half a man generatin grands Kid you know how I go only fuck with fam That's why you're lookin from the outside in, wonderin How we bubblin, hustlin, break you days in Grimy motherfuckers, gettin info from your baby's mother Got her pillow talkin while that ass was sleepwalkin So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live You better be on point when you walk in the rest Your broke ass probably don't got a vest So I suggest change your location is best Because I'm comin through army fatigue dressed Blessed with hollow tips yes, to burn through your dirty ass Guess Yes, still shinin', still climbin Hey yo, yo Tommy, word break the fuck off what is you tryin? His faggot ass cats'll get capped for even tryin You tried to confront me, but only faced iron From holes to your shirt like Jamaican clothes Fuck the miss, the science of numbers is how I live If we ain't gettin mathetmatics somethin got to give Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live is no way to live, resort to Plan B Start to stickin, strong-arm robbery and ice pickin It's sneak vickin, it's cold outside I think it's past time for me to grab the clapper and take mine You follow what I'm sayin it's like leadin the blind Tryin to voice a clear picture of this life of crime You slow learners'll understand in due time Up the ladder of success with tecs, we tryin to eat and put that fly shit on my back, and bless my feet With some new and improved, spectate or make a move Hesitate or regulate it's on you Crime nigga yo *Repeat (x4) What? Nine six motherfucker, The Infamous |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
Uhh GOD, uhh, y'know what we gotta do son!
Y'knowhutI'msayin? Word up! Make that millions fam! No doubt! It's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit, hey yo! 44th Side convention, Queens connection The Bridge be rep'tin Any party that we step in get they heady-up V-S-O-P immediately, extra bent Rob then out son is evident We stash CREAM, mansions fulfill my dream Ice 'reams gleam, spread love throughout the whole team Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations No conversation, bring all ya good confrontation You hesitatin, ass spittin, that's bad business for the game nigga, get out the business You waste space, substitute here's the briefcase We deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin face Tainted taste, send ya home back to vacate Get your shit together plus your mind straight Yo! My empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate Dreams are growing over and my son'll live great Little man I'm plannin to enhance your mindstate The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life The one before me was of an even more trife My understandin, I'll raise you with precise plannin and put you on to the whole game of this planet But I gotta survive in order to follow thru plans to live lot-o Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no hanky Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats and when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats My formulae-I live life do or die Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy Prodigy turnin niggas to protoges My protege I advise ya ass to make way Make way...for fully-auto gun spray You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap yea This man is half mad scientist-half sane Creative rhyme labryinth like poisonous cannabis Here take a toke of this daily rare roackalist Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locust Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus em Burn a hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shit!) and let the venom soak in You start sweatin and goin thru convulsions from dope shit I write Leavin niggas stuck, I let spit Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst As dangerous as risky business fuckin with this Contender number one I put you on top of the list You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this But peep this (what?) fatal shots that soloplex Man down, now who dares to go next? Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit Atomic, no time for calm shit We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded Take heed to the apostle's warning Word up! |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
(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... |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
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 |
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from Sunset Park (썬셋 파크) by Miles Goodman [ost] (1996)
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
stainless steel gats never rust big till bust you could touch just enough blessed wit the real side of life you couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception maced your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2 bullet throughout your body repped to the fullest Queens representin blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow through representin the hollow tip crew once the kite is sent no second thoughts, cuz my conscience is demandin I might get bent, but still planted for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red) I'm like cancer cant catch me cuz I done spread(done spread) gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick I'll be right back hunger for the cheddar big ends and better wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era your shortie set you up you betta dead-her Armeretto sours alcohol consumption why you runnin we thumpin do to the fact the infamous is bumpin ice real son you frontin what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on right back to the fact that Prodigy here take that, right back at you were goin at to already ran through wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after the fourty-fifth will make your clothes damper put in the hamper the fabulous Infamous is movin stainless crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin what the fuck you said? I be right back real maxin blastin, terrin up your Fila fashion live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then give him what he askin feelin aint know what happened back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin spread team across plannin, expansion slap a nigga opened handly style something foul for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays 14 years old, shorty from round way I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits brick ass cold, still puffin night to day but why did my life have to be this way my loot give recoup razors in my suit incase you try to troop me to the island I known for start whylin back in New York, my shortie's got the cash pilin so much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit peep this on some knowns and teef shit for packin big fifth lift you up off your feet like ski lift niggas who riff but nigga you riff on my way down souh for international crowds then Im on the next life gettin bent in the clouds |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Intro:
YouknowwhatI’msayin’? I wanna say what’s up to my man, Louie you know he’s still here. Drop this one for you you know. For those that only know. 41st side (word up yo this beat is ill). Havoc: I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G. When a fool try to play me wet ’em up then I’m swayze You must be crazy kid Man I never did forever wildin’ that’s how we live up in the Bridge You just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a big 25 naw kid you gettin’ life Forever burnin’ in hell niggas is trife It’s the, semi auto you can bring it on yo I’m pullin’ out strippin’ niggas just like a porno flick I’m sick the Mobb rolls thick Cross paths with my clique and get vic I’m on some bullshit that’s how I was raised G Slept ? stage have you slippin’ down blazin’ In pools of alcohol walk before you crawl I’m in this to win this you gonna take a fall Infamous Queensbridge kid we on the scene kid Creepin’ for those that’s caught sleepin’ Don’t ever do that I run with two macs And plus my crew back my every move I choose givin’ crews the blues I’m open off the Damey Obey me or get sprayed with the street sweeper Cause I’m my brothers keeper The Grim Reaper holdin’ with nothin’ but big batters And big ?hedence? Blow ya three times leave a mark like Adidas Jig you I know how to fix you Pretty boy frontin’ hard is the issue Word to my unborn you get scolded Old and molded when I get bent you get folded Every rhyme is the truth that I must get cross Put your right on your back take it to the source No doubt I’m stuck and I can’t get out Of this lifestyle the 41st side get bent run wild The 41st side too you know how we do Violate motherfucker I’m a see you, with the linden It’s the start of your endin’ settin’ it again and again talking: Yeah kid, big time boy. 12th street representin’ it. A big shout out to my man. Tear Gas, Think, Nate whole crew kid. You knowhatI’msayin’? I’m sayin’ couso. Richie Fraud known to leave ya scarred. Big shoot out to my man Heavy L. Big Palms representin’. Prodigy: Yo it’s the P. E. double push a Lex bubble in the winter You can’t come alone only the hoes can enter Told him to meet me at six on the hill at the center Took her to the west way and bent her right over Stay intoxicated never sober Face it, violate and get laced while you wastin’ Slugs you ain’t buckin’ nothin’ You better off buckin’ yourself you need to stop frontin’ I use to drive an Ac and kept a mac in the engine Little painted it black with crack sales intentions To blow up the whole projects the Infamous Our sons will grow up to be murderers and terrorists It’s the nigga in me accompanied by the Coniac You can ask around don’t fuck with the Mobb I could of told you that where you been at? You must of cut class If it ain’t me another member of my crew will kick your ass (what what?) Who do damage to limbs In ’91 stompin’ you out with black Tims Prodigy and the H.A.V.O.C. from the Q.B.C. Puttin’ cowards where they’re suppose to be If I don’t know your face then don’t come close to me I got too much beef for that Drama in the 3rd degree And to the kids you don’t wanna be me I’m up in the mix of action when niggas wanna kill me But it’s the start of they endin’ my man’s lendin’ Me his linden 42 shots dependin’ On wheather or not the clip is full to the top We bustin’ caps non stop Blazin’ in all the shows and even at the hoes Outro: Naw naw chill son chill And it’s the start of your ending Yeah yeah it’s the start of niggas endin’ youknowhatI’msayin? And it’s the start of your ending All y’all weak ass crews that got drama with mines you knowhatI’msayin’ it’s the start of your ending And it’s the motherfuckin’ start of the ending You know who you fuckin’ iwth (yeah yeah nigga) you know what will happen (recognize and realize) 41st side get bent run wild. 41st side get bent run wild. Word up youknowhatI’msayin’? |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
(Prodigy talking)
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Hold the f**k up. We gon' take this little intermission, listen to what the f**k I got to say ya know? I been doin this shit for years; holdin' heat, sellin, using, abusing all types of drugs. Robbin' niggas, runnin up in niggas' cribs, ya know? The whole shit. So don't ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other niggas that you might see on TV, or hear on the radio and such, ya know what I'm sayin? I mean this is me, P. I'm speakin from my f**kin self. When you see me at a show, on stage or on the street, I definetely got the gat on me, know what I'm sayin? Knowaimean? (sniffs) And it aint like I'm tryin to be a tough guy, or I'm tryin to make people think I'm crazy by sayin all this shit. What it is that, I know how niggas gets down, aight? I used to be in the clubs, the music tunnel or whatever-the-f**k. They used to get they little drink on, havin fun wit their little crew, knowatimsayin? Start cuttin or shootin or whateva. Things like that. Lotta these so called rap niggas aint never seen no parts of that shit, knowatimsayin? Dig where I'm comin from? Word up, yo. And I know a lot of ya'll niggas, matter fact all ya'll niggas right now listenin to this shit like "Yeah, yeah we gon' see them Mobb Deep niggas. We gon' see what they about. Knowatimsayin? Touch where they head is at." Yo, I'll let ya'll niggas know right now yaknowwatimsayin you aint gotta waste yo time or yo money on ya hospital bills. If you step to me on a personal level, I don't back down easy knowatmsayin there's a good chance ya ass is either gon' get shot, stabbed, or knuckled down, one out of the three. So don't gamble wit ya life, du'. Word up. And believe me, I know very well I can get shot, stabbed, or f**ked up too, whatever. I aint super-nigga I'm a lil skinny mothaf**ker. It's all about who gets who first though, knowaimsayin? So therefore, say no more, to all my niggas get the money, frontin' niggas get deceased. And oh yeah.. to all them rap ass niggas wit ya half assed rhymes talkin bout how much you get high, how much weed you smoke and that crazy space shit that don't even make no sense: don't ever speak to me when you see me, knowaimsaying? Word. Imma have to get on some ol' high school shit, start punchin niggas in they face just for livin. Yo, I'm finnished what I had to say, ya'll can continue on. |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
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 |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Chorus:
As time goes by, an eye for an eye We in this together son your beef is mines So long as the sun shines to light up the sky We in this together son your beef is mines Chorus Verse One: Prodigy Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list KnowhatI’mean? Have a situation like this Another war story from a thirsty young hustler Won’t trust ya, I’d rather bust ya, and leave your corpse for the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range Rover All jewelled like Liberace You watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me But I’ll be on the low sippin Asti Spumante Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah but keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure If I’m out of town one of my crew’ll take care of ya The world is ours and your team’s inferior You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area Kidnap your children make the situation scarier Life is a gamble, we scramble for money I might crack a smile but ain’t a damn thing funny I’m caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely Got G’s in my pocket hit off my main squeeze Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze through the butter soft leather upholestry But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me Verse Two: Havoc Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences Count up my blessings, add up my weapons Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose Sling do my thing organize fiend servants Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real cuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi Try to infiltrate my fort get caught dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts Get your life lost never found again my friend Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches Your last restin place’ll be a ditch kid No one can stop me try your style’s sloppy Want to be me, you’re just an imitation copy My theme is all about making the green Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably Chorus Verse Three: Nas A drug dealer’s dream Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend Murderin, numbers on your head while I’m burglarin Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams I got hoes that used to milk you Niggaz who could’ve killed you Is down with my ill crew of psychoes Nas Escobar movin on your weak production Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks they swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black’s playin corners glancin all up in your cornea Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right It’s only right, feelin higher than an airplane right Word yo, I want to get this money then blow Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun But still, write my will out to my seeds then build Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill Chorus 2X Outro: Raekwon Uhhh Lay back Word up, just bless em with the bulletproof Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation for your nation Yeah |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
[Havoc]
Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I’m going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn The way things is looking I’m ’ma see central bookings Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad time After reconcurrence for assault 2 9 I gotta maintain ’cause stress on the brain Can lead to a mothefucka suicide thing And plus my provation a ill violation How the fuck did I get in this tight situation? I’m going all out you know moves I never fake And fuck the jake digger catch me at my way And if I did burn a bag of blade Put the light in the air sometimes I just don’t care [Prodigy] Son I got plans, power movements, get on some real shit I keep living like this I might loose it My man is coming home from doing long ass bids What up Kiko? I ain’t seen your ass since we was kids It’s all strange my nigga’s locked down thinking long range And see their names in the Daily news third page They sent a kite to my nigga Killa It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squila A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin Reclined, and still came home with a shine |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Artist: Mobb Deep f/ Big Noyd
Album: The Infamous Song: Give Up the Goods (Just Step) Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast the fool retaliated so I had to think fast pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay they looked at me and said 'Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way'. It's type hard tryna survive in New York state can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate po po comes around and tries to relocate me lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause havin' cash is highly addictive especially when you're used to havin' money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope. Yo it's the r - a double p e - r, n - o - y - d Niggas can't fuck with me comin' straight outta QB pushin' an Infiniti you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? Definitely, to the death of me come and test me trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual I'm born wit' it I'm gettin' on wit' it an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka you know my flow, you know my stilo even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty in case my PO try to troop me to the island and if I start wildin' flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya. Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs the streets is real can't roll without steel I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son it's all about robbin' so don't be alarmed when we come through, 'cause we supposed to if you opposed to get your face blown dude, off the map cause I react, attack a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that drug dealin' I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin' Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life Step to his business 'cause it's only right po po ain't around so I grab my pound Money retaliated so I hit the ground my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga That ain't even from my town hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens I stop firin' He cut ass like a diamond Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window call my son, 'yo son we got beef but no question Money had a problem so I solved him'. I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid thinkin' of ways to take loot already made there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid gimme yours and get laid give up the goods and get sprayed. I got lots of love, for my crew that is no love for them other crews and rival kids all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is and if they don't they need to buy a watch word up caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt while I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup on a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous you tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless first of all slow down, you on the wrong route let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about the street life ain't nuttin' to play with no jokes no games kid for years I been doin' the same shit just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids extortin' crack heads and stickin' up the stick-up kids |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
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* |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Verse One: Prodigy
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It’s Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin shackled on the bus First thing come Monday, hoping in your mind you’ll be released one day But knowing, home is a place you’re not going for a long while Now you’re up on the isle, in a position that you ain’t got to, refusing to smile But keep in mind there’s a brighter day, after your time spent Used to be wild, but locked up, you can’t get bent Thought you could hack it, now you’re requesting Pee, see you fragile It ain’t hard to see, niggas like that don’t associate with me I’d rather, get busy to the third degree cause the war populations are If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate, and I would hate To set your crooked ass straight Chorus Make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone, niggas is trife Runnin from one time, ain’t no time to slip, make one false move And it’s a up north trip Livin the high life, make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone Niggas is trife, runnin from one time, ain’t no time to slip, make one false move And it’s a up north trip Verse Two: Havoc You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too much shit You should have kept your mouth shut, all that gossip Motherfucker don’t you know my glock kicks, hollow tips To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor Did you a favor, tried to wet you but i grazed you Pop goes the glock when there’s beef on the block, chill for a while Make them think the beef stop, then I creep like a thief in the night It’s only right, ain’t no turnin back, it’s on tonight, and if I get caught Then my ass is up north, straight on the course for upstate New York Stress, smokin back to back cigaretttes, it popped off, gon’ point in the mess hall But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black, hit them niggas Where they pump they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won’t jam, God forbid if my shit do Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene, get ghost, stash the pistol So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax, roll a sack, ?K-A black? Find a shorty intact Chorus Verse Three: Prodigy I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water, it oughtta Drop in a half and hour, in the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil Keep my eye on it so the shit won’t spoil, then I pause And ask God why, did he put me on the serve, just so I could die I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong, why I’m still breathing And all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle, but my Heart pumps foul blood through my arteries, and I can’t turn it back It’s a part of me, too late for cryin, I’m a grown man struggling To reach the next level of life, without fumbling, down to folding I got no shoulder to lean on but my own, all alone in this danger zone Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid My money comes first, cause I’m out for the gusto, and trust nobody If you’re not family, then you die by me, cause niggas will have you locked up The snitch, be a man, givin police the run down on your plans We’re never goin down like that, so I, shut my mouth and hold my words back The legal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes, the last kid that shitted And gave police access, to my blueprints, used names as evidence Skipped town and I haven’t seen the snitch nigga ever since The moral of the story is easy to figure out, a lesson that you can’t live without Repeat Chorus once *Livin the high life |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Check it out now..
Word up Son, shit is ill kid.. Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife life Don’t have another day right? It’s only right Let me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this shit Kick that shit [Prodigy] It’s just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty That’s when I got the call from this brownskin shorty She asked me where’s my crew at? Said we could do whatever She got her crew too, and said that we should get together I said, |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
*Almost Talkin' At The Same Time*
[Havoc] Fuck it kid, whattup Queens in this motherfucker (Tell you I'm bangin tonight kid) (Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there) [Prod] Queensbridge in the house, aiyyo wordup [Havoc] Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son (Whattup Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin Boo?) [Ty] Whattup whattup? [Havoc] Where Twins and them at yo? (The fattie's bangin!) [Ty] I don't know (damn!) [Ty] I think Twins laid up [Havoc] Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessee Son I want two Henessee's yo! Straight yo, word up man! *chaos* Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man! Hey, fuck you! What? What the fuck, what? Think they killers or somethin man Ay fuck you money, whattup kid *more chaos* Verse 1 : Prodigy I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection in scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And wilding, a Q-U soldier From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10 And rather live the life of crime With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two It's live Boo start shit too wild for you Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down And when you outta town represent your ground Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from Queens; leavin niggaz done Son Chorus 1 The Mobb gets hectic Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (3X) Verse 2 : Havoc & Prodigy As we sling on the corners like we always do Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit I'm living large pushin luxury cars Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred Permanently bed-ridden And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in As I walk around the streets Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields You got drama run for shelter for real Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this Wet em up with the Mac scratch em off my list Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it Til you bumped heads with the Havoc Ain't nuttin soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat Chorus 2 : We gets hectic Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (2X) Verse 3 : Prodigy Everything is real inside my mind; these days you can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime A lifetime of street living Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given But wilding ain't the way to be living You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering Or locked up, caught inside the beast Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down not far from home And at the same time on the outside I'm representing Still packin heat make you cowards keep stepping Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie I could move the crowd poppin slugs in the sky Why come around if you afraid of what's over here My man Havoc put the bug in my ear On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer Real like an innocent child that turn killer It's thing like that that only makes things iller and makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer [It's] only facts coming out of my mouth feeds As far as I can see these streets is getting sour Q, U, too much drama to get into And niggaz regret when they begin to Regardless of your name or what you been through Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude Life ain't the game that it seems to be Fuck a fantasy I'm leaving in reality Caught up in this untouchable mentality Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed Watchin all the slow runners pass by me I can see through you, due to, my Queens education Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation The Foundation, the Queens nation Outro : Together Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic Word up Shaolin, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic Word up kid The B.K., the shit is for real we abouts to get hectic KnowhatI'msayin? (No doubt!) And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world kid Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party UHH KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Verse 1 : Prodigy
Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born Chorus (x2) : I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you [Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3) Verse 2 : Havoc Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Chorus Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember Verse 4 : Big Noyd My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Verse 1 : Prodigy -> Havoc -> Prodigy ->...Turn
[Prodigy] Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always(Yeah!) They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the streets again Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin Life is like a dice game and I'm into win [Havoc] On the scene from the 41st side of Queens We get the CREAM,laid up,love-love for dame Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign To all my peoples locked down comin back to life In the world once again though ya fear was trife While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I swore That our crew will live forever,I guess I was wrong No,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong(Yeah!) Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?) Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street Just as I approach the block I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what!) Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans I had to hurry back so I could warn my man Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin Niggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckin My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns Got (?Raydes?) in the arm,one slug hit my son He was bleedin from the head,I couldn't believe it We was defeated,if it was a case I couldn't beat it Felt like cryin(The temperature's risin) I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin So to P I passed the iron Kid you ain't lyin! I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap! Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back Jetted up the staircase to the third floor Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw 'So where's the gun we saw?'(I don't know!) 'We know you was there at the homicide scene'(I know nuttin!) 'And if it wasn't you,was somebody from ya team' Chorus : From the cradle to the grave (From the cradle to the grave) (x3) From the cradle to the grave (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) Verse 2 Havoc -> Prodigy Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still! Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill Son bless me with the iron,I got beef With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips Flip em like the Gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up Fuck gettin sent up North,son I'm bett-er Doin my dirt on a low Fuckin wit them mobbers like a crowd No doubt you gonna blow,you never know He didn't even have to go there Unprepared,now he's six below Y'know I'm chillin,I gots no time for catchin feelings Get that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funny But it's all good I still die for the hood For my peoples,yeah knock on wood Triple L,rollin dice while I put you on To the drama what I gotta say is short not long This nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be dead Know him well and probably go way back But I don't care if he's your man doin shit like that I hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw him He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him Lets get it over with quick,I'm tired of waitin Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how Later on right now,spoke to Killa yesterday He said to chill for a while But it's hard acting like everything is alright I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin(About what?) About how what he did buried off and you don't know How much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin One day my man and the next he's not Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it! It's funny how things change(Word up!) Chorus Outro : Prodigy Word up man! Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die! It's for real,kid,no games bein played |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Intro : Prodigy
Yeah, about to get my thug on The 41st side of things Verse 1 : Prodigy I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with Tanqueray Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold Last name was Ide's and the first name Old But Gold couldn't take the dick and made me lazy We split apart and now I met this new trick Dany Now me and Dany, we been together ever since Our love combines to form a science, what is this I bust a cherry, took her virginity in ninety-one Now that she's open everybody want to tap somethin Go get your own don't make me have to fuckin clap somethin I love my shorty more than life now ain't that somethin So love you Dany more than livin itself Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health When I go pick her up they tell me put her back on the shelf They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth But I don't pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany You know she drive me crazy she's my number one lady Met her back in eighty-nine now she's twenty-two Actin like she forty, she said all I need is a man to support me Besides, you from the 41st side of things and Queensbridge niggaz be actin like they kings Pushin Lexus' wearin fat diamond rings My cellular phone reigns supreme, international think rational The 12th street crew move back when we come through Chorus 1 : I think the whole world's goin insane I fill my brain up with Dany, and drink away the pain I think the whole world's goin insane I fill my mind up with liquor, and drink away the pain I think the whole world's losin it's brain I fill my brain up with liquor, and drink away the pain I think the whole world's goin insane I fill my brain up with Dany, and drink away the pain Verse 2 : Q-Tip Tommy Hil was my nigga, and other's couldn't figure How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven figures Said the Brinks is comin through, at Fashion Avenue At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew Now we gotta forum a crew, of motherfuckers who ain't goin out like suckers Told me call Karl Kani, and all my other brothers I told my sister Walker, who was the smoothest talker Negotiate the deal with them other money stalkers Diesel drove the the beemer, the hatchback of course Nautica'll navigate to keep us on course Polo's acting bolo trying to say he the Boss I said shut the fuck up, the kid is out where the loot's at Got a big trey pound, picture just to swoop back Timb is on the roof with the 12 gauge rifle Scope is on the top so you know he livin Eiffel Took the aim of Oswald, caught him North in the face All them other kids they had they tools aimed at space Levi had the snub so you know they gettin laced Donna Karan was cryin, cause mad shells was flyin Damn all we want is a piece of the pie and Nike scooped the sess cause he moves like Air Threw them shits up in the trunk now we up out here Got back to the mansion, to divvy up the paper Helle Hansen was the brain of the whole entire caper So she felt it was right, for her to get the whole slice Everybody in the crew didn't think it was nice I guess not, and guess what's hot, so guess what Guess took the jigga, and jigged her in the gut Chorus 2 : Q-Tip When you play with crime sometime's it's not too fly Even though the goods look deceivin to the eye The end situation could leave your ass dry That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by... Verse 3 : Havoc My man P put me on to the shorty Henn Rock Now Henn Rock is strong enough to make your heartbeat stop One sip I thought the bitch was a fuckin warlock The more she started givin me the stronger I got Pushed her off to the crew then she started gettin jealous Steamed cuz I spent more CREAM with the fellaz Fuck them niggaz spend that cheese on me See if they be around when you need pussy Then I thought to myself yo this drink is right Gathered up all my dough, so I spent the night I can't help it, she got my brain in a headlock Niggaz started riffin why you trickin yo diz shit must stop Moms like you need to see the AA Better hope they help your ass out on the same day But enough of that, I got the shake so I need dat Son caught me stressed out I just be that But when it comes to Hemp Rock dunn I need that She's my shorty for life so fuck the weed bag Chorus 3 : Havoc I think the whole world's goin insane I fill my brain with the Henny, and drink away the pain I think the whole world's lost it's brain I sip away on the liquor, and drink away the pain Outro : Prodigy For the brothers who ain't here Pour a little on the floor son Time to get a little bent do our thing Word up, the 41st side of Queens We gettin bent, knowhatI'mean? It's an everyday thing Henny got my mind in a headlock Dany got me goin crazy Dany take me away Dany take me away Dany take me away Dany take me away Word up! Dany take me away |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
(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... |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Intro/Chorus:
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do? *repeat x3* Verse 1: Prodigy, Havoc Every day of my life since 11-2-74 on the street makin non-stop CREAM galore Packin heat, stickin up weed stores and more Collectin interest off of extortions to settle my score It gets deeper when things get real I'm down to stickin out West Bank for my mill And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of Park South Well I'll be outside slingin, you're always high And don't come around to the crossroads of life We're to the death, you and me, this beef for eternity I'm goin out to the fullest extent So far into my troubles it's hard for me to get back to my everyday self and composure Catch you when you open then I bring you to a closure Put ice on a razor and freeze ya when ya shelter I went for ya grill but you dent from my *?rolder?* I know this kid who says he knows ya because of that Now I know where ya lay ya hat at and that's that Say no more, I put it on you while you was yawning Murder without warning the very next morning Once we step thru the door, party over, that's the endin You and your crew'll leave out, a bunch of dead men Bump me and I'll bump you back You ain't tough black, niggas like you just get their life jacked But I'ma cool nigga til you push me thru the limit But try ta play me and ya ass I get up all in it Don't try to cop please now son, it's dead and done (I gave you fair warning) So run and get your guns It's on, time to show em how I perform My attitude'll transform, leave you dead plus wrong Gettin the flow within, representin for Queens Shit is real, why you hopin that it's all a dream But you can't wake up, wettin a chest you bless Chokin off your own blood, don't blame me you brought your own death Chorus: Aiyo Noyd, it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Verse 2: Big Noyd, Prodigy My beeper kept beepin, the other numbers started leakin 'Who is this on my mind?' I was thinkin Then I realised it was my dun playin 911 Once I seen the numbers I ran for the fuckin guns My dun in trouble, I be there on the double I jumped up in the bubble, yo kid where are you? (1-14 between Manhattan and Morningside Avenue) This happened just right out the blue Aiyo dun, fuck that bitch, tell her get off your dick (But she's cryin and she says she has feelins and shit) Yo it's a settup, them niggas got me fed up Ty stay in the buildin, if they move fuckin buck em Get up off the scene, you know what I mean? and hide yourself down with them other fuckin sixteen Glock and get off they block Then I hung up the cellular, ready to rock and it's on Yo, you get deaded in the streets, kid set it You gots no credit, fool you get wetted up with the semi-auto Mac double, love it 'Did he shoot eleven or twelve?' is what he wondered Nigga I got one more shot, you must be drinkin Put the heater to his head, watch him start blinkin 'Am I goin to heaven or hell?' is what he's thinkin Switch to a bitch as his life start sinkin down to a level of no return Pull out the heat cos when the slugs hit it definitely burns Now chill and think about your life for real Every member of my crew is livin life for real Got your self fucked into somethin that you couldn't finish Up against the fulliest squad and get diminished I'm from Q-U-E another E-N-S So why you small tough talk? I'm not impressed If I seen you in the Bridge, I'd make you undress give up the money, the polo especially the Guess Chorus: Big Noyd! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Havoc! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Black Ice! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Queensbridge! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew The Big Twins! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Ty! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Black! It's over, tell the rest of the crew My man Killer! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Germ! It's over, tell the rest of the crew Karate Joe! It's over, tell the rest of the crew Ron Gotti! It's over, tell the rest of the crew Karl Capone! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Rasheim! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Stobo! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Tena! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Skins! It's over, tell the rest of the crew And the whole fuckin projects! It's over, tell the rest of the crew It's over, tell the rest of the crew It's over, tell the rest of the crew Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Party's over, tell the rest of the crew The motherfuckin party's over, tell the rest of the crew Outro: Get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up Son get that nappy up Queens get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up *talkin to fade* |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
[Havoc] Yea.. Amerikaz Motherfuckin Nightmare bitch [Havoc] They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Live in the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Live in the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare [Havoc] Dogs, I think smarter, reach harder slugs travel much farther Niggaz stomped a Timberland wearing face carver With the box cutter, top gutter I hover over you lames, Run for cover, end in your brain (yea) You did your thang but not very good And by the looks of things, You can't come back to the hood This is not a good look for you my nigga Wus really poppin, Inquirin minds wanna know How you rocking them new guns, we cope those Invoke, like we bought 'em in Costco's Don't get yaself murk'd, wet shirt Said it first, hurry this that red alert You ain't gotta get buck to know that this letter hurt The sight of my Hammer, gotcha heart pumping Nerves twitching, Eyes jumping, heads will roll when the pound starts kicking You be missing Moms will be wearing that yellow ribbon While I'm somewhere in the Carribean Islands, chillin [Chorus] They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Locking the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare [Prodigy] Yea꿃un..You know we keep them big thangs ( big thangs ) That make dead people when we hit brains (hit brains) It's a wrap for the sequel get yo whip spray'd (whip sprayed ) Tho I rather hit you walkin, get yo shit shaved ( shit shaved ) Plus showered up, talkin then we split, EY (woo wooo) Wont catch me gun smokin, have the cops think There was drugs that provoke it while we rollin, EY Baby girl, I see you, can I get a taste Of that thang, heard its lethal in a good way Just so you kno I ain't the one that get yo clit ate But hope you got a strong back, I'll make yo shit break You'll be walking like a penguin for a few days Yo Bitch, you know we got BIG CASH Money fallin out our pockets, give you whiplash When we drive past your project, ain't nobody can stop us Infamous they can't stop us, They want our spot Yo fall bak nigga we got this [Chorus ] [Prodigy] I got love for my niggaz, love for my niggaz Love for my niggaz, got love for my niggaz I bust thugs for my niggaz, thug for my niggaz Thugs for my niggaz, bust bloods for my niggaz [Havoc] Yo slugs touchin, medics will rush you Jay dusting for Prince, make shift Morgues made for you pricks You know wuts on my hips, you know the hood that I rep You know we dumpin' them clips You in the valley of death [Prodigy] Get comfortable nigga, you runnin out of breath (outta breath) Ya blood is spilling thru the sealing of the necks (of the necks) Floor or have you flood the cement Ouside somewhere on the streets, no longer in the flesh |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
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*} |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All day baby, all day [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit [Havoc] You know my story, you can feel me, you know how I get done I'm bout the money, I been at it for a little while Never put the metal down Hunger never satisfy, billion dollar Snicker bar And once I settle down, pre-nup to the lucky broad A Bentley Coupe, a bless in the backseat First day, once they hand over them keys Couple of G's, I'm trickin on the watermelon trees So high, so stuck, like Jay's Rucker team On the bus no diss f'real stuck Just countin that, money and still visit my niggaz on the Island The money mountain I climb it, it won't stop My money too dirty to ever go pop It's a lot, you could do with a fifty {?} watch Steadily, eliminate, competition and flood That block with the primo, cuz the trunkilo{?} Not for too long, gotta stay on top of your people [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit [Prodidgy] It don't matter if it's the winter or summertime I got the mac in my pants Make niggaz do that dance, they fuck with mines It always come a time, when it's time to flip You only flippin when you hit by a gun of mines You broke and you wanna shine, you in a dollar van I'm in a oh-five G-55 That girl you with's a friend of mine, I hope that's not yo' wife You wouldn't do that if you seen the bitch other side We ain't got time for peasants, the streets need our presence They not gettin fed from them other guys We in the hood like drugs, if we ain't out on tour with Mobb Deep written on the headline While y'all poppin all that lip We does what y'all talk and more of that kid Unfold one of my knots, it look like a brick We'll never go broke, while you sit and bitch [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
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 |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Alchemist - fuck is the deal nigga?
Uh-huh, yeah .. Yeah .. when you hear the .. Yeah .. [Prodigy] P yeah you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars Gallons of Bacardi, been at the awards I need a bitch like Christina Aguiler-y for a broad I know I can splack that, she dyin for a thug And she heard of me, she know about my Infamous life Shootouts in New York with various types Fast money, faster guns, we party e'ry night Cause we perform, e'ry day of the week for that price (Mobb Deep) Who you know got a similar catalogue and still sound brand new, like we just started? The Carhatt Mobb, Guess jean team Forty inch chain gang, volume please So these people can hear the sounds of Queens I make your arm hairs stand up, it had to be me Mixed with the A-L-C and H-A-V N.Y.C. to L.A., we do our swing E'rybody have a ball, e'rybody party E'rywhere you turn it ain't nuttin but phatties and hotties E'rything is all love 'til you try to try me That's when I make e'rybody {*shhhh*} [Chorus] When you hear the .. it's on When you hear the .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on [Havoc] Yo I'ma glow, like a dirty bomb, jux, with the certy arm Rippin anything, that you motherfuckin hear me on Add it to the catalogue, heavy hitters had the song Niggaz showin no feelings and me, got 'em camoflauged (F'real baby) You little babies so emotional And tip-toe around the beef until that toast to you Ain't got no problem in smokin you Enemies I could deal with, be the ones that's close to you And do, what I'm 'posed to do, approach Duke Why you faggots only squeezin from out, the vocal booth? Know my style be that overproof, open the Coupe Open your face was talkin, wasn't talkin to you And now the medics gotta mind to your face, tyin the lace You tellin that a D.A. got 'em tryin the case, yeah Bottom line you cowards is ass Know Mobb good, in numbers y'all music is trash {*gunfire*} When you hear the .. [Chorus] - echoes to fade When you hear the .. it's on When you hear the .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Yeah-h-h-h, one two one two
Yeah, okay, now You know who we got up in this bitch M.O. - M.O.B.B.B. [Chorus - Prodigy] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) [Havoc] And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck) Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust Death toll addin up, them razors we let 'em rust Them haters we clap 'em up, countin cash, that's us Catch me in that GT Coupe, with the flat screen drooped In the driver's seat souped, cause it's a Bentley When I pass by, have you stuck, S.U.'s, black 'em up Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot, sorta for my mascots That pop off, buck buck Sick 'em Fido, let the car idle, I ain't never been there Shit can happen have yo' ass, disappear in thin air Shit real, y'all not, get robbed in a car lot You bitch you call cop, you snitch and that's off top My biscuit is gonna pop, whether you like it you not Ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot (boy) [Chorus] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) [Prodigy] Yo yo yo yo dunny you comedy with tragedy nigga You go 'head, keep smilin, we ain't laughin my nigga We dead serious, you niggaz is livin jokes We don't game around, these bullets'll eat through your bones Y-y-y-yeah, that's right you heard me nigga, reach for your chrome When you see us, better bleed us off the top of the dome Meanin you better get to squeezin cause our reason is gone Meanin that shit is out the window, we won't give it a thought And we don't give a loud motherfuck about who you are What's your set that you rep, you can get 'em involved (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all you hearin when you go at the Mobb (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all I'm sayin if you tryin to talk We what you would call, niggaz that talk it walk it and live it Your music is not "Murder," you an Infamous mimic You what we would call, niggaz who suck dick for a living Get off our balls, or we'll take chances for prison [Chorus] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
<i>[Havoc]</i>
You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you folding You be the death of you, every dude, last view will be arial Put the Range on off road, the woods to bury you Never question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a state Crime or federal, task force to battle you Faggots, know what the lead'll do, put ya vest on daddy Them slugs will burn like verenial, off top to carry you Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta, and shotty You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt for they addy They drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap me Give a fuck if it's tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to guns Muthafucka, polygamy, nigga, they vary Being need of some medical, livin' life as vegetable Take that, think about it and don't try nothin' fancy Make a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forces Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue And clog the fuck outta a vessel, and got you seeing me crystal Niggaz sweatin' in they sleep, I got them sleepin' with pistols I'm the dope, you the fiend, fuckin' right, I'm fiction <i>[Chorus 2X: Havoc]</i> Shot a nigga from frontin', I'm on the run now Nigga try to fuck with my hustle, I'm on the run now Used to gettin' paper, I'm touchin', I'm on the run now Life is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now <i>[Prodigy]</i> Nigga be duckin' and slidin', cuz they know we providin' All the shots for they night, they on us, we got it It's on us, you can put ya money back ya pocket Keep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbing I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some shit Now you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flip Without a thought, now we up in the whips We pay our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dicks Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin' Got her shootin' at people, mad cuz they do leave them They can't believe it, now my car change with the seasons When the spring, summer, fall, the truck droppin' the t-rex I be boatin' and flying, strapped in when I'm driving Be on the side walking off, we truly be wilding They got billions behind 'em, still can't fuck with our rhyming And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin' <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh Just throw your hands in the air Yeah.. Yo [Havoc] I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear its crystal I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through I don't kill you thats what it'll do Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love Often above them cowards and them so called thugs When we come through respect is there, cause we demand it Know the mobb is in the building, we officially landed Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't stand us Try to raid us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin' cuz it might be a chance that it won't pop off If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin' it on You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off This southern cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross [Chorus] So if you goin' thru it but you won't let it hold you down (Just throw up your hands) C'mon ma We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans [Prodigy] Theres only few things i die for Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for we don't take time off, we take rhymes off Come with somethin better than that, to blow your mind more Gettin our shine on... I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb Rain on your parade and you can thank god Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin' Really it wasnt called for, and you don't want it to call for it, don't play my gun, it go off Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas Out there like the concord I show you how to get murdered, and the cops never catch on I show you how to do songs, then after than show you how to do them contracts and get yours [Chorus 2x] [Havoc] We ain't finished yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon You know that thing in the stash box Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt, you know we gon lock ass Inevitable, can't control them slugs Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs Flood the block with nothin but that gangsta shit Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch. [Prodigy] It's plain to see, that you could never snake me I never let the grass grow past my Nikes Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick outside with thermo shirts underneath tees I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people Try and contest Mobb Deep Uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon [Chorus] Yeah M-O-B-B Baby (Just throw up your hands) 0-4.. Kanye Flip it out my nigga |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Yeah, bout to get my head right on this one
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-huh uh-huh Yeah Yeah! C'mon [Havoc] Hav' come through, slump low with the seat back With somethin in the stash to push a elephant bean back Shit, my shit is touchin, hungry hurry up need that Tryin to live right, only a juk for the relapse (yeah) Perhaps I'll fold, maybe I won't Go back to it like an old bitch I boned Nigga Havoc he a problem 'specially when he zoned Let a nigga get foul like the wool he smoked, so Smell me people, these clowns ain't equal to I Bitches feel me cause they love my vibe Know what a chick want, know what a chick need Recognize the difference from a male, and chicken feed I'm blessed that's why my neck is glistening You in a slump cause you not listening We hold our own and earn our keep And never ever get more than the one eye sleep [Prodigy] (We up!) Word man (We up!) I be havin nightmares son (We up!) (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) I don't even wanna go to sleep no more (We up!) I be havin the illest dreams son (We up!) Tell you about this shit son (We up!) Yo (Everybody wake up!) I'm havin dreams of squeezin a gun that don't work And some nigga with a tec come and wet my shirt I catch bullets in my stomach, and them shits burn I wake up sweatin, holdin my stomach cause it hurt Yo the shit seem too real, I'm dyin of thirst I gotta drink mad water just to calm me down thirst 'fore I get back to sleep, and get some rest Then I can't get back to sleep, I'm too stressed I got the shotty real close, right under my bed I know that work, cause I been practicin with my gauge at the range, nigga I'm nice wit it Nigga motherfuck them dreams, I'm real life wit it You'll be coughin up yo' spleen, guts an' all kinda shit You invade my space, I'm beatin the case Nigga come fuckin with me, yeah that's my kind of shit Please, or all of my guns'll be a waste [Havoc] (We up!) Yeah, I feel you my nigga (We up!) No doubt (We up!) That's why I'm glad we up man (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) We got niggaz to do that shit for us y'know? (We up!) Word up man (We up!) That's right my nigga we up (We up!) (Everybody wake up!) |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
<i>[Havoc]</i>
Gun wars, money, hustle, the hoes Niggaz that don't get along for life, that's how it go Momma's victim, take care of there kids, and let 'em roam And you can see how he or she gon' be when they get grown Your childhood, ideals crushed, youth press due and stuffed that Basically, just go fuck ya ass up, you a volcano about to erupt Runnin' the corrupt guns shiny, but them basketball trophies covered in dust Them babies kids, the innocent that was lost in Not them, circumstances, and had that hand forced When I was little, yeah I dreamt of the Porshe, and of course Ain't get it, admitted, them loose rocks, the only source To that shit that rob and lease, preech the riddle was in reach God, give me one last word, to kill her Yo, you lookin' down in the hood, willin' with that advice But it's beat the other nigga, gettin' killed tonight <i>[Chorus 2X: Havoc]</i> Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change <i>[Prodigy]</i> Make a nigga say, fuck birthday, and fuck Christmas Fuck a wishlist, I'm writing out my shitlist It got a lot of names, I got a lot of time Blow out brains, see now you out ya fuckin' mind You get gauged, for a pound of the wicked nine Ya playin' games to the sound of them guns fire Cereal and powdered milk, that was then then A-1 Sauce sandwiches, we was children Growing up broke, snatching chains and coats Smokin' weed with coke, sellin' fiends soap Drunk sleepin' on the bench, I couldn't make it upstairs Woke up and seen the kids on they way to school, shit Borrow money for my drug dealing friends So I can buy beer, yeah that'll put me on my feet again See, this real shit, you probably neva been through Ching-ching, now I got bling, but.. <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[Havoc]</i> Back to back, nigga, just gettin' knocked Since swallowin' the pack, guess what, his heart stopped It all happens in the hood, it never seems to stop And even the good ones, get drugs planted by them dirty copss <i>[Prodigy]</i> Back to back, niggaz be gettin' shot You would think that they would learn from they first time being popped From the hospital, straight back to the block Can't budge my thugs, this is what we love and <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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from With H - Doo Wop (2004)
Verse 1 : Prodigy
Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born Chorus (x2) : I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you [Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3) Verse 2 : Havoc Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Chorus Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember Verse 4 : Big Noyd My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha) We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!) [50 Cent]: You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know how I do my thang) I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burnin that backwood Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho' I got the info you already know Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go I bang I shine I play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just lookin for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Mobb Deep-- Never Goin' Back [Havoc] Yo... Ain't no hard time invented that Havoc can't handle If cats only knew all the shit I been through Homicide, suicide, am I, losin my mind? Just, standin my ground keep it bottled up inside Asked about my life, no doubt had a tough one Practice what I preach Dunn, ride for my loved ones Been asked God why he put me on this earth, yo Niggaz just be settlin for crumbs Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse Not for nuttin Dunn, I want it all - can you blame me? Ten years later niggaz still in the slums How dumb, how come, with no outcome? Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace Strung off the next shit, dyin for they next shit And how about that, niggaz too grown for that I'm holdin it down, now where your head at? Yo : Mobb Deep ( ) I ain't goin back, I ain't lookin back Hell no black, I'm where the paper at I'm movin ahead, now how about that? long as I don't forget where I came from [Prodigy] We do it the Mobb way - leave em lookin like a strawberry My outlook on life is quite very - positive I'm a content fella If you insist, I'll be more than glad til his beef marriage until you tamper with my plans to go on further Fuck the hassle, it ain't worth my energy unless I must Me and you til death do us Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips That's my shit, do it like the old timers I use a wide holster, it's more discrete while I'm post up or in motion, most niggaz be floatin Don't even make eye contact, walkin Dunn, pay attention that's how niggaz die sooner Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper Watch my niggaz we'll jump when you least thought We came from the streets up, now we put G's up, so [Havoc] at my front door me receivin slugs? Yo, had time to think when just on the brink of death Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go How though no dough, please don't show and knows, their plot I hope they ass die slow like my man Twist said don't even see me when I blow Got, issue with my foes best believe I'ma solve em and laugh at your petty-ass problems Out the slums of Queens, came a bunch of young gun niggaz [Prodigy] The Infamous Mobb Deep with dreams, of one day makin it big Dirty Timbs, thirsty grins With they Live Nigga Rap music, hard liquor swigs Smile all up in your face then I break your chin Went platinum, now them niggaz writin scripts Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like.. |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s I splurge with it, im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin` If theres money to be made, i`m all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Havoc Verse] You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license Shot high prices, shook all vices Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip 10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin` them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Prodigy Verse] Listen.. You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD My Range alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years i`m so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out I got a team of dimes they all dogged out Ray the line, you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy... |
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from Hardball (하드볼) by Mark Isham [ost] (2001)
Uh-huh (Yeah) Yo
It's this little shorty, knowhaI'mean It's real (It's like it's rough) What I'm supposed to do ya'know (It's real rough baby) Yo, (Hold ya head, hold ya head dunn) Yeah [Havoc] It's bad enough I gotta grow up the fast way These things going on got me thinkin they the last days Tryin to come up, but shorty with a plan Doin my best but can't see the promise in my land These older cats wildin out over turf dog I'm caught in the middle and it can't get worse Just the other day I saw my homie wheeled off in a hearse So used to it, it don't even hurt My heart's numb, guess that's the Dunn Dunn Can't speak on it, 'less you been where I come from Stuck like bubble gum with no help from anyone Moms got four others -- my four younger brothers We're not supposed to do the tender age of ten Dog, we're in the same boat I can't turn to my friends Fore I lay me down to sleep pray to God that I'll see the next day And do my best, hope these streets don't get me CHORUS: Havoc (Prodigy) 2x (It's real) Keep that park open Baby I just wanna play (Uh-huh) Keep that park open Baby I just wanna play (No doubt) Keep that park open Baby I just wanna play (That's right) Keep that park open Baby I just wanna play [Prodigy] Yo' baby, I'm strugglin for crumbs, survivin the unheard of Growin up amongst the violence and drugs Growin up against the world and such (Uh-huh) We the young black future of the world and plus We the team that'll crush anybody you bring We the one that's gon' hold it down, it's no thing no sweat It barely take no strength, you cowards ain't built for this (And it's real) All we wanna do is hit the park Play all day and night without a care in the world But it's drama in my hood, sho' it's hard to chill You gotta stay on point and sharp as hell Dunn, we just wanna have fun I just wanna be with my dawgs, cuz we all we got Don't why it is, but that's how it is I just wanna be with my clique cuz that's where I fit CHORUS [Havoc] (It's real) Where do I turn to, who do I console in? I know I'm just a shorty but I want my wrist frozen nice As I sat and thought many a nights I could do the right thing or get read my rights It's life, in the hood Everything that look, it ain't I stole base, now I'm runnin from home plate Runnin from jake, sweat runnin down my face And I can pay for every move I make [Prodigy] Just enjoy your youth, you only live once Lil' dunn control yourself, learn discipline And show some respect for others Shit is serious on the street, you playin with fire Concentrate on yourself and don't follow nobody Hit them school books, so you ain't gotta borrow no money These is jewels for you that you gon' wear forever From us to y'all, now listen up to pa CHORUS 2x [Woman singer] Mothers child Has to go and travel into the wild Lord she had a heavenly sky Sweet saint he Lord Thank you God [Repeat] |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never As we continue on With more of this drama for yo' ass {"She asked me why.."} You niggaz always startin somethin and beefin with rappers, why our music so violent and so dramatic, where's the love? Why y'all go so much static Is it real for real or all for sales? I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick" We been gettin burned like the Waco kids I don't need to diss rappers for recognition You better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik You can't be SE-RIOUS We created this drama shit, we set the trend We taught you niggaz bout diamonds and guns And numerous ways we choose to earn funds We veterans, we got a decade of albums Niggaz done came and went, and we still poppin Our name is carved in stone Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so (Chorus) Let us solidify this - what's that? We been solidified this - but of course! Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh-huh They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course! We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man! Who do it better than us? - c'mon man! Who continue to bang and bump? That's right {"She asked me why.."} (Havoc) I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice without the headlights, case niggaz know my whereabouts Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice, put up the crib Won't sweat if I lose, bet your ass won't live to collect this splurge of mines, never that I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse with hammers Hit your mans up if they press the issue Some dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7 Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friend Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits Make no difference my nigga, we handle business So please with the questions they right in, front of your face Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so (Chorus) (Prodigy) Nigga that you used to click with turned on you Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in jewels at the video shoot? I tell you this boo-boo: My stick-o's still my stick-o My stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm) You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb? You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off (Havoc) Believe nothin that you hear and only half of what you see Niggaz never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat Niggaz wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet Niggaz butches on they records but they never handle beef Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your P.O. Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O. Fuckin right, I'm a man of the people but I will kill you If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get real dude (so) (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Prodigy]
And here we go again Y'all callin in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh? Nigga I will kill your bitch Then f**k her and make you watch We do thangs, like raid spots Probably catch you on the Hummer, just give you my glock (Here) Or most likely in the club, we gon' give you them knots This is what gangsters dance to, or turn to a thug party Once we step foot in the bitch, it's on again Outside we got them boxy trucks Hoes wanna jump, cause of that Benz emblem The hoe say she wanna ride in the shit with the horse logo I got her out of her panties and boom boom And I done left bitches out in the boonies Frontin on that pussy, leave bodies wherever Niggaz tryin to kill me? [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, we livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong.. [Havoc] No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef Talkin all that bullshit but it's the hammer that roast If your shit ain't clappin off then you sure to lose Aiyyo the streets don't give a f**k about you For you ain't bendin the rules Come around lookin icey then you runnin the jewels Nigga you ain't gotta like me, homey get your food ate The whole plate, rip a fella ear to ear I'm talkin his whole face And scream my name, cause it hold weight You cowards are jealous Glass slipper wearin niggaz we call 'em Cinderellas Gonna be a slug shower and there ain't a umbrella that can help you protect that ass from gettin wet I can see it in your eyes, your bitch ass is pet Home team I'ma promise and you cowards ain't a threat Introduce a fella to death, in the form of chrome Nigga, now you in the danger zone [Chorus] [P] Aiyyo thug life we still livin it |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Yo, yo, it's like this Dunn Uh-huh, yo Sittin back plottin on ways How we can get this money, we need us a payday Dig in my pocket, it's nuttin but change I dig deeper, but still comin up wit change So we, called our lawyers to fix this shit He said it's aight, we bout to be Free Agents Have patience, we can't though, we need paper Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump Shit that out, then tour for like six months but.. This can't be life, this can't be all there is for us We need more cream to splurge Thinkin back, how we used to pick herbs Me and Hav' in Manhattan, stickin up cowards for they wallets and Starter hats For anything worth somethin, we beat 'em out of that But fuck all that, we grown men, we need Porsches We need Porsche endorsements and more shit Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous I feel stressed though -- so I just hop in my truck for a drive Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive As I peel in my Jeep, turnin up this Goin through withdrawal cause man do I miss A pint of E&J, some haze, a twist Me and Hav' on a flight to Rome witcho' bitch Yes, that's my favorite shit But without the dollars it don't make sense So I, write that shit that grab you Hit up the studio, that's how we get paid in full YEAH - that's what we get paid to do The next contract we sign'll be monumental (Havoc) Uh-huh, yo.. sittin contemplatin on plans Like a bomb with a short fuse with this gat inside my hand I need paper, lookin at these stick-up kids Got me thinkin bout the previous things I did Gettin bent up, feelin fed up, whattup Dunny Stomach touchin, niggaz over here type hungry Waitin on my turn just got me hyper And impatient, maybe I might just Lurk with my forty-five, if you outside I advise yo' ass to hide We talk with the heat, lettin it spit Move out the way and you can STILL get hit They wonder why I'm riskin all this cash I made Put your feet in my shoes you gon' see it my way.. So niggaz wanna stunt it's cool My stomach never full, and I will eat your food (Prodigy) Aiyyo Hav', check this out You go to your girl house and I'll go to mines Cause my girl definitely mad it took us too long to do this album (Havoc) Yeah and call Chris Shapiro to make sure they triple that advance man (Prodigy) Aight, no doubt, don't forget we got a flight early tomorrow Gotta be on time (Havoc) No doubt, I'ma see you there my nigga Make sure you remind Noyd, to call Alchemist, and we good (Prodigy) Aight, no question son Aiyyo what happened to peace? .. {PEACE!!} ("celebration" skit follows) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(feat. Noyd)
('celebration' skit continued) It's a celebration y'all, let's do it! (Havoc) Yeah y'all Bounce, yeah, bounce YEAH! Aight? Aiyyo.. Cats like, 'Hav', what the deal Dunn?' Nigga back on his grind, tryin to kill son A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin? But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin Straight short nigga oxin niggaz givin 'em doctor stitches First chance I get, you know I'm shittin on them fake-ass thugs, stuntin in the club Don't get scuffed in front of these broads Homey so pussy, what they do to they broad Beat them bitches up if they dance to the Mobb Type of shit is that? That won't stop her from lettin us blow her back, bounce to that Homey we got this locked Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and Hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shot (Chorus: repeat 2X) Just party, don't get yourself shot (uh-huh) Leave all the drama back home at the block At the bar double shots goin down, straight chillin While the DJ, playin what I'm feelin (pimpin them hoes) (Prodigy) Yeah, aiyyo I'm -- permanently bugged, genuinely thugged I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you f**ked And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper Ain't it amazin I'll stretch how we keep bangin We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta Queensbridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists We come through, blow shit up, America's nightmares right here live in the flesh Our blood and bone be sittin in Ferraris and better We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters And take flights back home to hop up in some next shit While you tryin to get your hand on some cash We never gotta touch money again, we got plas-tic (Chorus) (Noyd) Feel that nigga, yeah Okay yo, aiyyo Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor Shit, 'til them f**kin flamers empty out player Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music I'm on loadin nines up, ridin up, shootin it I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Lugers The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin your food is Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it Cause niggaz be flaggin and braggin when they cut up your nugget Knee deep in the grind like 'f**k it' We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love it And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid We on another level, yeah we really on some next shit Got the techs spittin and makin more connections Makin more cash and blastin more weapons (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Yeah... uh-huh {'What can I do?'} Yeah yeah... (What's goin on man?) (The f**k is goin on man?) Yo {'What can I do?'} To make that paper was the trait that I received at birth Niggaz jealous and hatin on me {'What can I do?'} When they plottin and schemin on me, the hammer just keep it on me F**k the fame and glory {'What can I do?'} When your shorty gets nasty and horny, she all over me kid You locked down, doin a bid {'What can I do?'} With a nigga, tryin to take food off of my plate And you know I got a kid {'What can I do?'} When my stomach touchin, ribs showin You off in the corner glowin {'What can I do?'} Nothin else, but to take what's yours, convert it to mines From the cash to the shine {'What can I do?'} When shit is so f**ked up, can't tell wrong from right Right from wrong {'What can I do?'} When they say, life is short, to you it's the cash Todday it's seemin long {'What can I do?'} Now I try to keep a positive look, my motto to jux But can't seem to stay focused {'What can I do?'} They say, an unoccupied mind's the devil's playground So I sat and wrote this, to kill time {'What can I do?'} (Prodigy) Yeah yeah that's that gangsta shit son I feel you my nigga.. (that's right that's right) {'What can I do?'} (Infamous baby you ain't know?) We gon' do it like this (That Mobb shit nigga) {'What can I do?'} But send niggaz to hell They try and stop me from cashin in man {'What can I do?'} But squeeze without thinkin, flip without warnin I got the drop on 'em {'What can I do?'} You know, give it my best, empty this clip And if live and happen to snitch {'What can I do?'} Except, find his home, bring it to his family Should I shoot his moms? {'What can I do?'} F**k it, send him a warnin, lick that bitch Let him know the shit is on {'What can I do?'} It's not my fault, it's just the game we in And when you violate codes {'What can I do?'} But punish niggaz for they actions My shit jam when I start blastin, no {'What can I do?'} Just relax, take out the clip, fix that shit Put the clip back and keep goin {'What can I do?'} Man you gotta keep your thug showin People take kindness for weakness and so {'What can I do?'} But be a cold-hearted bastard This world is f**ked up, and that's how it go {'What can I do?'} (F**k that son, Infamous nigga) {'What can I do?'} (For two-thousands baby, y'all niggaz got your own) {'What can I do?'} (Your little run, your little five year run ten year run) (Y'all niggaz small time baby) {'What can I do?'} (Small time baby, beneath us baby) {'What can I do?'} {'What can I do?'} {'What can I do?'} {*echoes*} |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Yeah.. yeah.. aight? Motherfuckers!
Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots Come through nigga... YO! [Havoc] I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the enemy And ain't nobody safe unless you bulletproof E'RYTHING Clappin at your baby, includin your entourage Don't be 'fraid of these slugs, they get you closer to God I'm a homegrown terror, my pops planted the seed When I wild, don't be mad at me, should blame him War with us? The start of your end Beef with these faggot-ass rappers started the trend P? That's my grimy for life, don't fuck with him And if word get back to me, I'm buckin you Know it's on me hammers stuck to the hand just like glue Like them O.G.'s smokin them trees of bamboo Shorty thought she knew me so I had to check her I'm a Gemini bitch, that mean I flip with the weather I don't know how you talk to them other cats, but I ain't them (Nah!) Put it in your mouth girlfriend [Chorus: repeat 2X] [H] Clap your favorite rapper, gives a FUCK Gimme a minute I'll crack that ass, whassup? [P] It's like drugs cause we gettin it back, get it back like ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion [Prodigy] Yeah that's right, that's right, that's right Know we done struck a jackpot Dunn, it's a wrap from now on Just keep servin these niggaz portions of that raw And sit back and countin this cash, we gettin off Knick-knack, paddy-wack, give a dawg more I won't stop 'til I can match my car with my clothes And ery'day of the week, I'm switchin up flows Spend ery'day with my peeps, half in the vultures Peace to Uncle Imeek, he holdin down the corporates .. eatin like a Boss Hogg Clik-clik-BAOW! Don't have me shootin my gun at y'all Don't have me cuttin niggaz down like the sniper You had me kill some'n, I'm tryin peel bundles of that scratch, the thou's to the mills Paper that our next generation gon' feel You niggaz gettin your money? Yeah do that for real Cause niggaz fuck with our money, we set it like the Bush family [Chorus] |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Chorus 2x: Dog]
Niggaz in the club, get it poppin', why not? Bag a little chick, spend a little, if she's hot When you in the guts, be sure to hit the g-spot From the back or the front, or the side, let's pop [Dog] Fly vibe, I take it, light skinned, I take it Brown skin, I wake with, hand it up, and scrape it Get it straight explicit, have a broad all naked Eat up, head game, well perfected Grail eater, hit the breaks, ma, swell the speed up I made trick a little, but never bless no skeezers Plus when I rip, I laminate my dick like Visa's Quick to jump it off, on the beaches, the bleachers And premiere features, moanin' sounds like creatures Get up in your guts, have me screwin' up your features I love them thick ones, that suck like leechers Take it to the game, so we can fuck in the nose bleeders Hemy on the rocks, grown women swallowin' cock Made a nigga blast off on the fox When I pop up one of fox shit, like Vicica Fox Topless in the drop, straight, lettin' me rock [Chorus 2x] [Havoc] Girlfriend, slide with me And I'mma show you how life should be I'm a definite, them other cats is possibilities It'll be evident, when she rock with me Know you heard it all before, that nigga that claim he balls In the club, with his car keys showing A creep from behind, I know you tired of them Wanna suck up on them thighs, say goodbye to ya friends Yeah, your visions blurred, I'mma clear ya lens Show you a whole new world, as I guide you in Don't let nobody steer you wrong, you look fly in Timb's A sneak fuck is the best, love your devilish grin Ya man worry where the fuck you been? You ain't a child, I don't see no rings, do ya thing Baby girl, not to sound like their's hate in my blood But you know the rules, ya bitch chose me, cuz [Chorus 2x] [Prodigy] Whoadie, you got ass for days I'm try'nna get between them legs, dub my way Through that slimey hallway, your walls make me Claustraphobic, I knock 'em down, aye! Shorty you look like the type to say Go easy on me, slow down, I can't take it That's a cute little outfit, but I picture you naked Sweatin' buckets, while I'm fuckin', like I hate it Dancin' on me, that fatty girl, what's happening girl I step to my business, and put my g. in early Wait til them drinks and that weed we burnin' Hit, and watch how I make my way to that pussy It's a gangsta's ball, we havin' a blast I got one ho in my front, and one on my back I got another ho on my right, and one on my left Dog got a bunch more, said he poppin' with that [Chorus 2x] |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Yeah.. uh-huh Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (Prodigy) Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club Won't catch me with the police without cuffs Can't press me into no threatenin position Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough Catch P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't stick him Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them Source at the thug events, y'know we hittin them Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them Drugs in my system, all types of shit Keeps me where I wanna be, don't get me started on that Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is with this And check how we set up shop to get our chips Niggaz study our verse like college kids (word) We know you love our style, get off our dick (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) (Chorus) (H) Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (P) Cause they wanna be like the reals And be amongst the thugs that do this for real (H) Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (P) Cause you wanna do it like Hav' And do it like P, but mad shit missin (Havoc) Y'all niggaz is pussy, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and continue If not anything else the four-pound'll spin ya And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can Believe me my hammer don't give a damn what you been through It's a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal Don't put your nose in things don't concern you This grown man business, y'all niggaz so childish I'm in the cut, analyzin while you fools is wildin Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip Murder so clean you can eat off the shit I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too close Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm cockin the toast The game cutthroat so I killed the ref Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Yeah, say it (say it) uh-huh I'm the illest Yeah, yo I gotta be a ill nigga, with no denyin How the FUCK I get this crowd movin without even tryin? Made it out the projects, against all odds Went from, ridin these trains to coppin expensive cars And even so, all this shit don't make me better than y'all It only means that I work harder than the average nigga Never sat around for handouts, I watched and observed Then quickly rubbed my eyes, if my vision got blurred I coulda sold drugs (yea yea) 'til I got bagged and jailed Out of sight, out of mind, niggaz locked feel me like braille (Feel me) While everybody was chillin I was broke like a motherfucker, loyal to my vision Knowin that I'd be on top or somewhere close to it Nigga, my livin quarters'll be the thing to prove it! And vowed once I got there to never ever lose it Let my, head get big and slack off on my music I'm the illest! (Chorus: Havoc) "We done seen it all, done been through it all yo" -> Prodigy I'm the illest "Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real" -> P No doubt, cause I'm the illest "We done seen it all, done been through it all yo" Cause I'm the illest "Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real f'real" (Havoc) You know I.. Come through with that seven-four pound I Voice activated, know these whities just hate it Thinkin I'm a drug dealer, how else could he cake it? BITCH, my shit legit, plus I invested in stocks So if this rap dough stop (yea) the show won't stop (uh-uh) Believe me there's more ways than a few to make it pop (word) You gotta have it in you, bring it out once it's needed (yea) Be strategic, live it shit it and breathe it I won't stop 'til I'm famous, hostin shows with Regis (that's right) It's my world, my game won't be defeated (C'mon, give it to me give it to me) Keep them checks comin, thoughts flowin Words blowin, hoes goin, Havoc always holdin First one to fuck in back of the Porsche truck Lord knows how many babies that chick coughed up If you asked my enemies they would say it was all luck That's why you see, mixed emotion when my name's brought up Cause I'm the illest (Chorus) (Havoc) Yo, you know you ill when you can kill two birds (yea) With one stone alone and slowly emerge From the deep depths of jealousy and envy's domain Make chips then stash for the days it rain Never cry and survive the pain (that's right) Though shit looked impossible, to an, eye untrained Nothin to lose, and know the game, be proud of yourself Remind yourself, say it to yourself, say it I'M THE ILLEST (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Come on Yeah let me touch that son Yeah that's that Mobb shit right there (Havoc) MC behind the mic nigga You know I spit that fire (Verse 1 - Havoc) You know these guns like Narcotics Youngin put them to sleep Call me the broom The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street And any little thing y'all pussy to me Like ki's in a coke drought, double it chief, you fucking with me Said you gangsta? Shit laying dormant or something Cause you ain't killing nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all) You that same old nigga getting fucked in your mind By that raggedy ass bitch that you call a dime And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the time Out your rabbit ass mind you know I clap-clap-clap mine I know the rap's leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah) If I catch homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye Cut and slice Then let your man cut in your life Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here) You just a broke ass nigga knowing you don't got it Better get up off your ass and bump that (Chorus: repeat 2X) That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic) That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic) Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic) Getting backed up off that (Narcotic) (Prodigy) That's right That's right Check it out Hey yo, Its like (Verse 2 - Prodigy) Like I said Come through busting the gauge Huffing and puffing the haze Merck something for real I'm stuck in my ways Down for the murder and all that so come our way Down for the slaughter and down to pull a kamikaze Get nazi on niggaz like Wiley did to grandpapi You'll mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch The drama is all a movie You selling wolf tickets, I'm using guns loosely I'm not paranoid, I'm very truly Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps And snatch jewelry Murder braids throughly Fuck what color you flag I'll blast through your pagely Get a warning from me Blood still gotta drip I don't send death threats I produce the source bitch Polka dot skulls and holes through they headrest They wanna be dope, we give them a fix of this (Chorus - Starting with "That haze...") (Verse 3 - Havoc & Prodigy) Homey must got it confused Talking about he hitting me up Sounding like he sniffing that stuff Running his jib War with Hav' is like breaking a mirror Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years My nine slug will alter your mind state for real After that party like a nigga home off a pill You a grown ass nigga you can do what you feel Can't knock the way a nigga eat his meal We got garbage bags full of that (Narcotic) Smoke like the sun splash concert It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these streets of death Now finally, we getting our paper, yes We touched our first millions when we was just kids But now we 'bout to take this shit to new brackets GT Bentleys and new Benz's We gotta O.D. and make them say that shit is.. (Chorus - Starting with "That dope...") |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Aiyyo P man, it's that shit! That real shit! That's comin back around And we've been on it.. for a long time now! You know who started this shit So you know who gon' finish it.. Yo, I don't give a fuck who lookin or starin at me Get your gulliest nigga, fuck it and send him at me I got the recipe to make paper, they wanna clap me Misery love company and they see we happy They even dap me but I see right through the bullshit Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit You fuckin with lil' bitches I'm fuckin with grown women And fuck if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration A little tongue and some cock, they say I'm nasty But I only freak with my main shorty Thought she had me handled cause she tattooed my name I see you niggaz schemin my niggaz I see you comin You lookin at a nigga whose stomach is used to touchin What's really good with you homey, you think you know me That's a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely I clap the chromey, you niggaz beter step lively They say life's a bitch, but don't remind me (Chorus: repeat 2X) Fuck waitin for you to make a move - clap first I gotta do it my nigga win or lose - clap first When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap first Ain't nobody on this earth invincible - clap first (Prodigy) Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo I pledge allegiance to our flag, may no man put asunder Gun in my pants, make my shit sag Tougher(?) letters on my hand, spells what I stand for Flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my thugs Hop out the trenches on niggaz, they runnin from us P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs Real slow when they back out, you cockin shit back I got one in the head and I'm turnin ya hats Then I spit what I want you to know with these raps Albums sellin like drugs, we gettin it back Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions Bitch-ass niggaz is found in the basements Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead Drive in the backseat, fucked up your lady head Rolled back up the window, and then we slid As I roll what's left of this, triangle bag man (See, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout) (Niggaz can't FUCK with us!) (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Bang your head, squeeze the four to this Get bent, bag a whore to this - good girl, metamorphise it That's you? Oh my bad, little shorty a freak Now nigga come up off of it I don't fight over hoes but I kill for my dough That's right nigga know where my morals is We can take it to the street, homey I don't give a fuck Corporate, nigga shoot up them offices Either step your game up or forfeit Nigga never had it, I don't know how he lost it Keep, fuckin with Hav', have them ladies on your block lookin at you on the floor like, "poor kid" Cause I bring it to the doorstep, 'ready know the layout Think, not that, and some more shit It's called backshot talk, you don't know nuttin 'bout it Cause you can no longer hit it (Chorus: Mobb Deep - repeat 2X) Niggaz better step they game up (step it up) Bitches better step that game up (step it up) I don't give a fuck and you know I don't give a fuck Niggaz just made cause I came up (Prodigy) Aiyyo yo If songs is ammo, then we got endless bullets Take you to war with rap and you definitely losin Our chorus is like a 50 cal slug One verse is like a +Cannonball+, +RUN+ - too late you threw it These beats is like landmines, one step KABOOM It's body parts all over the room 'n shit Albums is like time bombs, our shits blow up It's chemical warfare, we spread through the hood son And attack the nervous system Make niggaz bop they head and turn that shit up Make the ladies panties wet, you know we get 'em hot and bothered, girl I have that oyster drippin On stage flippin, catch us on tour Slowly but surely takin over the world And come back home with paper in colors you never seen But at the money exchange, it all turn green (Chorus) (Outro) Woo! Oh man! Shit Remember this? (No doubt, no doubt) (That's what the fuck I'm talkin about) "The bad has been playin" (been doin this shit here man) "That song all night" (constantly baby) "And now is the time baby.." .. to turn out your lights A rap for you faggot-ass niggaz (Yo son, c'mon man) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Won't stop 'til the casket drop The shit don't pop, better believe I have that work on the block With my left on the hammer, the other on a knot Niggaz wanna scheme and plot, shit - this all I got Pull his ass out the drop - nigga we ain't playin witchu hoes Let the heat blow, nigga just eat those And I don't give a fuck, nigga go get your peoples Nigga, I ring your girl bell and blast through the peephole Here's how I put that ass in a sleep hold Twenty-four/seven in creep mode, nigga you ain't safe Fuck your girl in the face while your lame ass tuggin her Now she sex like a porno chick, way I was pluggin her Seven to the max, know I broke the governor Bitch got a fetish for me? You still in love with her Dawg I had that all, so I only want some of her When she finish pity(?) talkin motherfuck her, I'm done with her Bitch "Call Tasha again, and I'ma kill you myself - you hear me dawg? I don't play, I ain't with really with this phone shit; just the only way I could get at you - don't call Tasha back" (Prodigy) That's how we do that shit, it's like this "You heard me? Don't call her back... don't don't don't do it" (Prodigy) Aiyyo, yo ("Huh? Straight up") This shit in pocket baby We stitchin this shit up, you just follow us We hold the streets up - you couldn't beat us with hammers We got retarded strength .. and we ain't runnin for nothin 'cept for the escape after we push them gun buttons (Pa-pow!) Now you gettin out the way Shots poppin out the Ace leave people's shit swollen It's my style to flip Niggaz is bogus, we come through and shut down the set Yo Hav' - it's our time my nigga Our music grab these niggaz and show 'em how it's did Multi-million dollar mobsters 300,000 dollar cars and hit the streets if you want to (Ay nigga) And still keep it thug too You couldn't pull us out the streets, we got deep roots {*echoes*} |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Verse 1 : Prodigy -> Havoc -> Prodigy ->...Turn
[Prodigy] Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always(Yeah!) They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the streets again Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin Life is like a dice game and I'm into win [Havoc] On the scene from the 41st side of Queens We get the CREAM,laid up,love-love for dame Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign To all my peoples locked down comin back to life In the world once again though ya fear was trife While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I swore That our crew will live forever,I guess I was wrong No,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong(Yeah!) Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?) Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street Just as I approach the block I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what!) Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans I had to hurry back so I could warn my man Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin Niggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckin My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns Got (?Raydes?) in the arm,one slug hit my son He was bleedin from the head,I couldn't believe it We was defeated,if it was a case I couldn't beat it Felt like cryin(The temperature's risin) I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin So to P I passed the iron Kid you ain't lyin! I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap! Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back Jetted up the staircase to the third floor Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw 'So where's the gun we saw?'(I don't know!) 'We know you was there at the homicide scene'(I know nuttin!) 'And if it wasn't you,was somebody from ya team' Chorus : From the cradle to the grave (From the cradle to the grave) (x3) From the cradle to the grave (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) Verse 2 Havoc -> Prodigy Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still! Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill Son bless me with the iron,I got beef With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips Flip em like the Gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up Fuck gettin sent up North,son I'm bett-er Doin my dirt on a low Fuckin wit them mobbers like a crowd No doubt you gonna blow,you never know He didn't even have to go there Unprepared,now he's six below Y'know I'm chillin,I gots no time for catchin feelings Get that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funny But it's all good I still die for the hood For my peoples,yeah knock on wood Triple L,rollin dice while I put you on To the drama what I gotta say is short not long This nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be dead Know him well and probably go way back But I don't care if he's your man doin shit like that I hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw him He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him Lets get it over with quick,I'm tired of waitin Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how Later on right now,spoke to Killa yesterday He said to chill for a while But it's hard acting like everything is alright I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin(About what?) About how what he did buried off and you don't know How much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin One day my man and the next he's not Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it! It's funny how things change(Word up!) Chorus Outro : Prodigy Word up man! Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die! It's for real,kid,no games bein played |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Verse 1 : Prodigy
Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born Chorus (x2) : I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you [Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3) Verse 2 : Havoc Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Chorus Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember Verse 4 : Big Noyd My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Hey, yo, to all the killers
And the hundred dollar billers For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness We be the infamous, you heard of us Official Queens bridge 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 with your nosebone You're 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 playa Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story gets told It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow backed 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 Son, 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 Scared to death and scared to look Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to 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 Throw you hands up, throw your hands up Throw you hands up, throw your hands up For every rhyme I write, it's 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 Queens bridge 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 Thirteen 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 of line Criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre 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 mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin' Son, 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 Scared to death and scared to look 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 Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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[Prodigy]
It's always somethin' man It's always somethin' I swear Hey get started son [Havoc] Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna clear my mind Look at niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top [Prodigy] They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen Plus, we hit mid-sections up You wit your kids and your woman boy I'm tearing you up You wit your moms, so what I'm airin' the block When you see my hand reach for my waist you better hop And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me You got a better chance stickin that Brinks truck Than pickin' one of us for a hug We properly serve Reugers pop and whop ya head Pens go off and drop you dead Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas Cause this song ain't for entertainment This is a street subpoena for y'all niggas bring it [Havoc] Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something [Littles] Whatchu know about two hands three guns pop out Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south I clap for dollars and scrap about it I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans I'm a gorilla man, I know you feel me man Queens I rep you flow let's do it Unknown marksman, I see through the scope Hit your frame and your souls apart and Number one question A & R's wanna know Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z Fuck you pay me I slid in on you rap motherfuckers cause the block got lazy I'm from a place cannons burst, police never come Homie viewed my life, wrote, and got us out the slums Came home, the Mobb came to scoop me up Though I rhyme niggas still wanna shoot me up I'm that gangster gangster read all about me In your X-X-L's, Sources my crew is rowdy When them hammers back out we leave the whole block cloudy [Havoc] Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Relax my mizzy and smoke that dro Hold her head motherfucker I'ma fuck that ho Let the dutch burn niggas get split fuck ya turn I ain't been givin' a fuck so why should I now Watch your mouth, nigga I'm grown you just a child In a mans world nigga ac'in like a little girl It's foul, he don't wanna blow trial, why not? Cause up north niggas like him get smacked around I never turn my back, on you faceless cowards Talkin' all that shit, don't know a thing about us I educate em with the pretty four pounder But each and every day we get flagrant and more fouler Keep it thorough, don't want that bullshit around us Moved away from drama but some how it found us It's a small thing, let that dro burn Nigga front he gettin' touched that's my word Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something |
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