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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
[Intro][Prodigy] Yea It's that war shit It's that war shit And you know what dun [Prodigy] It makes you sick to hear the mobb bang like this Infamous for the world to hate or play this Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this My duns' heads bop to this We stand out like a tourist And make more noise than them other rap niggas No gimmicks Just pure adrenaline Raw lyrics incredible beats Don't mean to rub it in But your small time beneath our feet Straight ass cheeks niggas be askin For ass whippings Guns kick like pelle My big shit be jumping like Jordan Often lay a man down on the floor when it gets like that I'm not blowing off rounds so you can hear sounds So you can run back actin like you a vet And swearin' you dead You survived some real shit Now what's this it's not going down like this Ground y'all niggas like punishment Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out Dun you bugged out I'm trying to walk a peaceful route But niggas always got mouth until that piece come out Niggas always gonna think something sweet Until they least expect you bringing action exactly [Chorus] It be the Guns,money,pussy,cars,drugs,jewels,clothes Brawls,killings,boroughs,buildings,disease,stress,in these,N.Y.C 2X [Havoc] Feel the gat blow while your shit rips My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go So you can lower the wrist That'll only put odds against any attempt Any provoke uprise you ain't got it in you First of all you too soft for fastball Point game track y'all merk like a jaguar nascar And be out buck 80 on the slow mar Hennesy spillin' all over my radar Stay charged niggas getting amped off the mobb shit Have you wildin' out on some club shit Fit to make you dance at the same time Stop and glance Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea Young shit with young mind but that quite contraire Young nigga smart nigga Who started from the stairs How dare You try to come around the way In fear like a nigga that been there for years Shout words that we live but don't play with it 'Cause when the shit go down you be like they did it [Chorus] [Prodigy] Taste test this Military shit Bitches love this They mans wanna dub this Thugness it ain't easy to find Shit like mine I'm a rare species You's a dime a gross That's a dozen heast the least Keep silence the most Regulate with the rest of my establishment Blast out the pockets of coke Make the cops boat I break down your whole background yo Irons꿢 permanent flesh your clothes soakin' You feel the shots pain every heartbeat throbbin' Don't get excited you'll only make it worse fighting Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting Make burial grounds be that man grim reaper With all pleasure Pick your feet up Pick the heat up Let's do it like the crematory Make it hot make the temperature rise like mercury [Havoc] When I feel like getting' bent [Yo don't fuck with it dun] Imma drink away the pain until the brain get numb Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog Never to return I guess they heard god's call And nature don't surprise me now Prepare for the worst and never believe the silver line clouds Scrutinize crowds My surroundings Get suspect we start four-poundin' shit Picture me up in the mix With the next man broke and is on my dick A good man of plenty but an enemy it was clear I just be another problem that he feenin' to fix But I can't have that Pull out I try to grab that Caught one nigga like Mahadat [Chorus] [Prodigy singing] Tonight we gon' get this party early So let's get it right |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Noyd Talking]
Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch We about to "air it out" [Noyd Verse 1] I don't know what convinced you to mention the mobb Must of been bent straight of the alcohol Once you crossed that path, fuck with that cash Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ass Gold Pee nigga with the cracks in his ass Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the grass They buck you then fuck your boo where she shit at Then we profit from it, and spit it on the tridack (track) Letting the world know you a bitch ass kidat (cat) And how your own hood disrespect you where you live at They be hey all day how you let him do that Noyd and his clique I think you better get at But don't gas your dog he ain't built for that I will spit 'em all right through his fitted kiddap (cap) Jump out with the midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack (effect) I'm a pay! [Havoc - Hook 2X] The word is out, Noyd is out And he about to Air it out Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's (a)bout [Noyd -Verse 2] Ayo...Nigga better back up off please When you got tough, huh? thun you lost me You never grind enough you're a Mr. Softy Truly the Ruger will kill you softly Then we see then yeah who the boss be Smoke your little clique like a bag of the Hersey How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty Peep the big six and you want to test me Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece Having your bitch screaming please don't kill me I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy I don't own the six I own the "Navi" And I'm sitting deep this nigga sweet like candy You niggas want beef you know get right at me QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You know cause . . .) [Havoc - Hook 2X] The word is out, Noyd is out And he about to Air it out Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout [Noyd - Verse 3] See we don't back down we go pound for pound Tech for tech right on the block emptying clips Buck something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck And then one by one motha fuckas be dead The word is out, Noyd is out East coast, Weat coast down to the dirty south Catch anybody flossin' I'm airing it out With the nine hollow tips man I'm spittin' 'em out Listen out cause I'm emptying out for that bling That watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain Not a thing I'm a gangsta this is what I do Go to war wuth the bangers and eat niggas food When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun If I'm lying I'm flying word to everything I love Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap back That QB gutter shit bringing it bidack (back) [Havoc - Hook 2X] The word is out, Noyd is out And he about to Air it out Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
Yeah, Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C M-O-B-B, uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh KnowhatI'msayin? 41st side Niggaz know how we do, right right I can see you back there, yeah (whattup?) Yo [Havoc] The Mobb'll spit that shit, rip that bitch, leave it loose Take shit back to trip who fat Goose Queensbridge representative, ghetto entrepeneur, stay on tour Dick-riders, wanna get em bullshit The same law, same day contract, different clause Don't run red lights, I never caught the blue balls Gold medalist spit, doin this ever since third time felon nigga, who you tellin? Chorus One: repeat 2X Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust, and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten son you might get bucked [Prodigy] Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin nigga P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly I count on one finger all y'all rap niggaz that excite me Y'all niggaz is trash rap - wanna fight me? You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly Y'all Little League niggaz is so bald they might be spent too much time with wifey, come out to play with the hard-headed, Infamous song torture Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal There's no cure, for what my pen do neither Bring the fever, y'all niggaz is the rap Justin's While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin now move over bacon, time for som'in meatier Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought that you could come out to challenge me in blood talk? Take a walk jerk this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill This is rap for real, somethin you feel You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll but it's hip-hop though, my drug music It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it Chorus Two: repeat 2X Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes til death do us And y'all weak to us If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst It's a must we burst ours first (last line changed 2X to "and it's a must we burst ours first, nigga") [Havoc] Yo.. crack the Henny bottle while I drop this jewel on your dome My shit'll touch home, straight to the core you ain't alone Play the unknown type Dunn, mysterious stars Concealin them slugs, if it go down, remember that mug Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin his ribs Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz in formation pack the led up in shit The better you get, the better we get, and that's it Yo this snake's in the grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom Stop em in they tracks, goin at em when you send em Imperial dogs, creepin through fog Carved needle slip and you fold, the shit's lethal We roll Mobb D-iezel, the whole Q.U. double-E, N-S And when you spot us, play low-key [Prodigy] Dunn these niggaz is actresses, and they tryin to play the man's role Can't they see us wildin on the video? Don't they see us in the club swingin elbows? Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone? Hoppin the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps I ran through more cars than it's sand on the beach I'm pleased to meet you, now here's a word to the smart Don't ever let your peoples boost up your heart Cause you'll fuck around and get your ass torn apart Challengin the Mobb in the arts Our literature stands collossal, compared to y'alls Way ahead of your time, you're strugglin to keep up Your style's limited, your rap's primitive Go 'head with that bullshit you kicked Dunn Chorus Two Chorus Two Chorus Two (fades our partway through) |
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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)
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 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 - Blood Money (2006)
It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes On the kid; they all wanna touch On a nigga skin, they love me so much They all got P on they brain And at the show they do anything to get backstage Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks." Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch Just help me get down with the G-unit!" Man, little groupies, they make me sick You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel - unless we grip And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah) Shorty, hit me high then hit me low You get around girl, I know I seen your face before Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass You was at the last show with your backstage pass [repeat] Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga I'm trying to fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga I'll tear it up, in the tele you'll be loving a nigga I'll work that, work that. yeah, I'll work that, work that It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage Harder than the politician on the campaign No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring Face fuck, girl go for broke So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat Then Havoc on the floor I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show Half-ass dress, smelling like sex Dried up nutt on her neck They don't call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing We destroy good girls; send them home with pussy soft from fucking Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus Here's the hot line bitch, call us Shorty, hit me high then hit me low You get around girl, I know I seen your face before Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass You was at the last show with your backstage pass [repeat] |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Intro: Havoc]
Da-da-da.. Right there, yea, spin that back [record spins back] Drop it, drop it, yea, uhhh, straight out the lab Chemistry made, you know, yo [Verse 1: Havoc] I don't wanna wild, I just wanna chill But yet still gettin' confronted by ice grills They learn when I hit 'em with, heat and conspicuous Stunt, just a little bit - start, we gon' finish this shit You little niggaz runnin' round snot nose I laugh with a cold grin, I dead you wanna pose You fuckin' wit a nigga, who done been through the bullshit Niggaz die Mesabi, close friends turn to grimy Wifey, bonin' associates hate a simple bitch Add it all together; you know who you fuckin' wit A nigga who can give a fuck if you broke Give a fuck what he tote, got the drop then blow You's a scared nigga tryna live Yellow back and shit You's a real good actor, your click actresses Fact is, niggaz lose stripes for tryna match this Havoc's a total package; knock a nigga of his axis [Chorus: Havoc] Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo (And I) Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yo dunn I love it when these niggaz think it's somethin' sweet wit P Love it when people doubt me Love it when you niggaz write songs about me, I love confrontation Love it when a nigga that don't rap, he hatin' I love it when they think it's only a song I'm fakin' I love to see they face when my gun bangin' And I would love for us to bump it to each other on a humble Your niggaz is stabbin', my niggaz'll buck you Y'all niggaz is flaggin', yeah we got one too Infamous, I heard you screamin' our name, whatup with you? Let me explain somethin', we the world's most Y'all rap niggaz, we do this shit for real Look, listen, I knock ya hustle down kid You's a fall to the next nigga, I murder you bitch I would love to watch you bleed and take ya last breath Give you pain, and let you get acquainted with death, boy [Chorus: Havoc] Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo ('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo ('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+ Niggaz sream gangsta ('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+ Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo ('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+ |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Voice Talking)
bang bang x 2 (Noyd Talking) Alchemist this is it kid (Noyd Verse 1) Yo, they can't fuck with that boy Noyd I'm ill I'm too real They don't know what beef is, these niggaz better chill See I'm cool - unless I have to merk something Then that's when I (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And murder the man I shed they eye lids from violence nigga you see you wilden Your team against my team there ain't no challenge Niggaz know we mobben Rolling in thousands man we will (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And leave they ass silent The word you the herb niggaz clowning Polishing they knuckle game bashing your mouth in Thought you was thugging but now nigga you front-IN Screaming you a don all along this nigga not a thing It's on now See his ass in the street Out come the guns know the thuns man we gotta eat QB nigga and we don't give a fuck who want beef We don't care about your cars, Nigga see we got heat We don't care about your broads, Nigga see we love the street Front get your ass lumped nigga it be our treat Ga Head we don't front in dem streets when it comes to that beef You know we (Voice Talking) shoot em'up and leave em dead on the concrete Need more heat for more beef, more thuns we more deep More guns on more streets, the beef on it's no sleep There's more heat for police, Check the guns we squeezing We (Voice Talking) shoot em'up we leave them buried in a three piece suit Come on duke you know my gun shoot Niggaz know my name Niggaz know my gun bang bang Niggaz know what time it is Niggaz know my style kid Niggaz know I rep the bridge (Chorus) Come on Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang Nah, niggaz screaming they hood I run up in they hood and (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And this is how we do it man Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang Niggaz screaming they hood, I run up in they hood and *Gun loaded and fired* Bang Bang (Noyd Verse 2) Ayo niggaz don't want it If they want it then they get it See I talk because I live it and walk with a mean limp Know what I mean keep a thing on my hip Gotta mean kick And I don't be without it Look I'm the next best gat slinging rap singing Nigga outta Queensbridge, and I don't be playing with dem meters I'm more into drama bringing, have you in dirt Your mama in church with her choir singing Step out your zone you get blown open leave it Nigga I'm terror like a squad full of Puerto Ricans Insomniac with drama nigga there's no sleeping I got nickel plated revolvers for that reason See I been puffing blunts and I'm high Know that I'm on point boy punch I'll you in your eye Cause every time they tell me put my gun away I tell them yeah right Boy I'll (Voice Talking) shoot em'up cause I ain't tryna fight And I ain't dying tonight I'm trying to scoop me some boots And wear them out until they worn out That's right And anything else is just uncivilized, I (Voice Talking) shoot em'up Trying to cop out with the cutie pies (Chorus 2) Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang Nah, niggaz screaming they hood I run up in they hood and (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And this is how we do it man Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang Niggaz screaming they hood, I run up in they hood and *Gun loaded and fired* (Voice Talking) Bang |
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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 - 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 - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(feat. 50 Cent)
[H:] Yeah [50:] Yeah [H:] It's real, it's real [50:] Yeah [H:] Got 'em [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique Then when I get on that shit, I bring it to 'em Where they pump at, 12-gauge Mausberg No shell in the head 'fore you put in work You gotta pump that - you done hit a nigga with it And you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent, Havoc bump that [50 Cent:] My son asked, "Daddy why you carry a gun, you ain't a cop" I looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock? Show 'em the clip, show 'em the beam, show 'em how Daddy lean" In the convertible Jag, 22-inch mags For a high school dropout, shit, that ain't bad I'm ain't a Blood or a Crip, I'm doin my own thang G-UNIT! Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance, I don't throw gang signs But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine You think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good Have Smurf hangin out the sunroof to light up yo' hood Man, Carlito ain't never seen Blanco comin But if he did, you think he woulda started runnin? And I move with them Doublemint Twins, and two macs I'll leave you flat your back - BRRRAT! Take that [Chorus] [Noyd:] Uh-huh, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo My life story is that gangsta thing, packin that thing Iced out diamond rings; fuck linen It's Timbs and jeans, puffin cigars, stuff it with greens What's fuckin with Queens? Nuttin and not a thing We kings of rap, shanks and gats, knuckles and bats Get at me, you want beef, come correct Stunt on any nigga in my clique-ah, you get clapped We sick, so quick, you be layin on your back Cause we don't give a fuck nigga, we love to dump You don't wanna get jumped, better turn yo' music up And bump that - cause we comin with them guns black And cause of the hoodrats, know where your home's at Fuck that, this is for my niggaz in the hoods that Slingin them blue caps, smokin that chronic sack Get that paper, watch for all haters Snitches and them bitches and them inside traders Nigga fuck that [Chorus] [Havoc:] Yeah, yeah If you trippin with my niggaz 50 and Noyd If anybody ask me nigga them my homeboys When it come to drama know we pack them big gats (We got a ton of slugs) Bitch, and it's like that We them thirsty ones, no mask, we stick cats I never handcuff a ho, I let you whip that Let my money bubble, live off the kick back This midnight shit is serious, where your kids at? These streets too dangerous to let them roam I done seen the gulliest of 'em, cry for home Like a fish out of water, they gasp and shake I'm a friend of the jooks and the dukes and the duct tape Like a Down South nigga I won't stop 'til I'm "skraight" Walkin up the street, testin out my heat Uh-huh.. and as you stand in disbelief When it comes to the slugs I ain't cheap Nigga you know I... [Chorus] |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[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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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 - 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 - Murda Muzik (1999)
Yeah... yeah... yeah (Let it go... let it go) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (That's right) Yo that's right (uh huh uh huh uh huh) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah (Check it out tell 'em dunn) Oh... [Chorus x2: Havoc] Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh) Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh) Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal [Havoc] Yo, if I sat at wrote a verse for all the niggaz I hated Most definately, if not you, kill somebody belated Sound foul with a subject, dunn, no women or kids Dump you up under a bridge in a cardboard box I'm like nothin to do wit it, believe it or not Up in the rep bangin my chest off, pealin my socks I'm washin my hands to get bent with Henney or rock Niggaz do it to death, I sleep with my 6 cocked Like Henney rock, one sip, ya love it a lot While you sleepin, I'm creapin wit the intricate plot Picture you tryin to get my while I'm still tryin to get mines Cuz picture me up in the morgue, way before my time Asshole, have ya brain lookin like Castro Dunn, I heard you wanted me (be careful what you ask for) Bitch, if I buck you, damn Short snitched The nigga just mad cuz he can't cop crisp [Chorus x2] I observe the dread, winter time, big shot in my leg [Raekwon] Blood barrels, a big thick Benneton keg Razor glass full, salute all teflon, shoot wit the left arm We sleepin wit nukes, the blood is shed warm Razors, lazers, bulletproof blazers High-voltage guns, nuns wit jums in the gums Yo, remind what the team chanted They bought the jewel from a don wit a king-sized hat on, slanted Kangol wit Bentol, ya mental, mid-war Spill Hen' in the store, that's for the own' Blaze wit a bent 4, yo these laws is your's When we pour gasoline all in ya pours and draws Instead of these leaks, we leave the weak weapin So decievin, flow speed change, lay him down, empty breathin Straight up status for maggots Operation: apparatus, spray shots through ya grey Stratus [Chorus x2] Keep ya eyes bright comin out ya buildin, duke [Prodigy] You might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya death Soldier boys stay on ya toes, be on ya P's and Q's Niggaz slumber, I put 'em in a deep coma I got an arson for niggaz tryin to figure me out I keep guns cuz it's like that, you figure it out You ain't a killa, you just talk more, runnin ya mouth The type of nigga, we'll stomp out and bloody down Look, we a Mobb for real, don't let the LP's twist it Cut me a cheque cuz I don't talk business Drop anthems worth millions and spend millions Take trips with my niggaz to the Keys on the weekends Serious jewels, pissy off the fruits Dunn, we move like the marines, move when we come through Seduce bitches dizzy, half they friends and they moms wanna hit me Y'all know my stiggity [Chorus x2] Yeah, yeah [Outro: Havoc] |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
It's The Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'? Straight G's nigga, G's up nigga Infamous Mobb Deep nigga Y'all know what time it is man We clip up over here nigga What's Your Name Fool? [Chorus] Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P P-see-P, P get piecy with the hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist, memories what I say so When this shit goes down You won't be surprised how this shit turns out I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless You got plans at gettin' at P? Don't do it I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga My baby mom's left me, 'cause she couldn't put up with my foul attitude I'm so fucked up, and I love it It got me to where I'm at dunn If I had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain I would still get cut and would still catch a fade By the older thugs around the way (What?) I would still get cut and would still catch a fade By the older thugs around the way What's Your Name Fool? Capital P, bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P, and. [Verse 2 - Havoc] H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist memories what I say This is '06, '07, '08 You old school, fuck out my face Who cares if you buyin' the rap Now these rich little bastards got it on smash We a new breed, not from the same game Cut from the same cloth not from the same vein If money ? flyin' out your mouth from talkin' Then no comprende, your language is foreign If your body language don't calm down humbly Homicide homie if you move too suddenly And don't fidget with your fingers 'cause we would take that for a gang sign nigga Revenge is food that tastes best served cold But we like it better when it's fresh off the stove You could get keep your things, we want your soul So hot, even Satan gotta go What's Your Name Fool? Capital H, A-V-O-see, H class diamonds, H-S-be-see H killin' all these producers with his beats Back seat of the H-3 you H-O-E H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist memorise what I say Yea! Ha ha Hollywood Hav nigga, Las Vegas P nigga, hah Nyce nigga Ya' niggas know what time it is man. Real G's over here nigga, hah What's up nigga give me the word nigga I ride on these bitch ass industry niggas all day nigga This is what we do ya' heard? Ha ha Yeah man we stuntin' them Porsches too nigga Back to back you bitch ass niggaz, Yea! We got money nigga Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz I hate ya' niggaz man, aha I fuckin' hate y'all man Word up man But we ridin' out though you knowhaimsayin' MBK style.. Mobb Deep Style nigga Ya' niggaz know what time it is nigga Ride out nigga [Beat fades 'til end] |
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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 - 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 - Blood Money (2006)
[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You want to be who? You can't be me Shorty gave me that ass on GP Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon And there ain't that much room for all us Limited space, the game like a tour bus I won't break, I just take, take and take Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities Ain't my fort챕 makin' pennies They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's Like ???, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em The AK'll do em, like nobody ??? 'em Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot [Hook: Havoc - 2X] We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click [Tony Yayo] It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt I'm in that two-door Range Stormer My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone Listen homes, everything glisten homes Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago My connect is a Cuban named Flaco With my aim, you a human taco Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah [Hook: Havoc - 2X] [Prodigy] You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk One, two, three hundred shots Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block Old people, the pets and the kids Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P If they could kill me, believe me, they would That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good When them street, lights, come on nigga You best, have, your gun on nigga Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl) As soon as I walk up, or drive-by [Hook: Havoc - 2X] |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Blood Money (2006)
That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode
Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through Oh, ya man live out here, don't go and get comfortable Don't know what he told you ain't sweet around here And I don't care what he told you ain't sweet around here See you riding that infinity, now that's not fair What's that a 2006? Okay Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us Letting' that slide's not up for debate Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait She don't know right now but trust me the bitch bait I won't get all in the business that shorty is mad cool My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here You ask me all these rappers is bums Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse We emerge on the scene Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so But once we get in the air that's a wrap bro Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have fans New York, New York, we the kings of the dam We party too much and smoke too much grass And we never see the bright side we only see the bad Fuck all that, it's a lot of niggas dead And I won't let ?em get me how they got them Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', "Where the money at?" My hood Southside, riders ride that's right Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know Shit it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it yo Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat I ain't say wassup to you, nigga you don't know me I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food Cereal in the white box with powdered milk too My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want We put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks It's cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz With the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous I knew way back then we had to step it up 'Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Conney Everyday and night just so we can got songs done We had guns, weed and a couple of forties If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone We used to watch video music box And pray maybe one day we could get a shot Outside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V. From money that they made off the block Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more My day dreams is more like nightmares A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares My friends did a turn 'cause it's not they turn Or how the streets gonna be when they release fur When I get that million bucks will I remain the same? Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed? Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech? When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heat I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad A far cry from what a dream was all I had Do I got the right team or they riding for cash Would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash Gotta collect receipts 'cause that bitch uncle Sam Invades your space when you evade his tax Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more |
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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)
(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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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)
(Samples by Alchemist:)
"Looked up the dj, and said may I" [Large Proffesor] "Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives" "Lit it up, like the 4th of July" [Evidence] Alchemist. [Prodigy] Chorus: We doing it, getting our paper We ain't rookies, we major Name brand gangsters, you still a demo taper Niggaz they wanna hate us Bitches they wanna rape us Everyday is like July 4th nowadays coz We moving independent units We sold out in any store in the US Getting that independent cake We sold out in any store in the UK [Twin Gambino] We came to pop in Got ya ladies, draw dropping Nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects And I got, tonz of haze from uptown We not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it down Niggaz always drilling me, 'till they see my four pound Bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head While I'm in the studio, try to make that bread Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head Yo, 1st Infantry and fed We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears But the fear in ya heart, when you see the gift We think big, A-L-C we get right [Evidence] Yo, everytime I rest, I put it all on the line Yo money never slept That's why I barely get blessed That's why I rarely go out, unless it's love at the club Time is bread, that's what I'm about And all my peoples got cloud Check the resume One step closer to goal everyday The game is to be sold not told I tropping heavingly, world connected got the livest crew We infinite, dropping gems but no clue [Chorus] [Alchemist] Every dollar I spend on wax , I turn it back into cash Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall Keep the blacks to my wall I'm trying to stack till I ball Untill they cashing 'em all I wanna stack till this tall Ain't gonna rap for to long Gonna have to move on I'm gonna stash till I'm gone Green grass on my longue Fuck a bank account, I need extreme cash in my palm Smoke blur in ya vision, You don't know who ya dissin' I don't learning no lesson I just hold my position I don't go with a pistol They just know I'm official Shit, all I gotta do is start blowing a whistle My name is ringing My chain is swinging Right now I'm speaking, but these beats are what I'm famous for fleaking [Twin Gambino] It's like rolling dice, we taking the bank tonight Cut your face with a knife, now your scared for life All I want is ice, a car, a girl and a crib Tired of doing biz, I just wanna live Take care of my kids, fuck all that stress Never wore a vest, only holding tecs [Chorus] [Evidence] We sold out every store in L.A. It's loyalty where I stay, but ain't promised today I keep my headlights on for 9-1-1 And on July 4th I might shoot one at the sun Independent regardless of the fact I'm a signed artist Fuck a deal it matters who comes hardest When I entertain, It's like I took Sedrick for his name Hunger is just a different form of pain I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street To the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks To the point where I do a joint, that night it leaks To the point where Alchemist is a hundred grand a week Bringing the heat, so clear you understand me Raise the stakes, up the antique The better place, yo we land on winds Dilated, Evidence, Alchemist, Big Twins - Check it out [Chorus] (Samples and cuts by Alchemist) |
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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 - 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)
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 - 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 - Blood Money (2006)
Yeah
[Chorus: Havoc] If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me Don't play games, jus' give it to me baby The waitin' is drivin' me crazy You can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight I'm gon' give it to you baby I ain't playin' games I'ma give it to you baby The waiting's been drivin' you crazy Your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight Yo Girl quit playin' why you tryin' to stall me Not on the first night come on that shit corny I'm tired of finger fuckin' this phone Phone calls bore me you got me horny Is you against me or is you for me Is you into dick pleasin' if so you leavin' Cell phones off so they won't be ringin' Might aswell get off when you get home you beastin' Motherfucker already think you cheatin' Homie wouldda cried then give him a reason I'm tired of you tellin' me how he's cheatin' Girl don't get mad get even [Chorus] Don't hurt nobody when you move that thang You a make a nigga jus' lose his brain When you make that ass clap and swing your hips Put your head in my lap then lick your lips Come on dip baby dip, yeah I'm about my pimp With a whole lotta ice twenty-fours on my whip You can all take a trip the after party Thirty two room mansion and ten garages Make a home flick, how them real minages So tell your girls it's just me and my partners We don't throw dollaz we start with twenty's And there's more where that came from, come get with It, yeah [Chorus] Yo yo I just wanna get you hot and wet I'm so seductive I make 'um fiend for the sex I just wanna stroke your brain For the first half hour then I smoke your thang This is exclusive sex we a star couple On the lee-low though we too much trouble And your friend's is hot, and my friend's is the shit We can have our own private party at the crib The haze the licks, your legs can sit On top of my shoulders while I'm goin' in Yeah I talk dirty and we jus' met But you feelin' the vibe you gotta admit [Chorus] |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Blood Money (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 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 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 - 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 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 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 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)
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 - Blood Money (2006)
M J be, M O be be Fifty, it's alright
Your love's in 187 baby it's alright, it's alright When we beefin' we ain' speakin' Feels like I'm dyin' inside but it's alright Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life Come to me runnin' trust me baby I make it right You with me lil' mama, let's breeze lil' mama We start with a lil' bit and take it to a lotta that Love gettin' hotter you can if you wanna Have it all it's yours just ask and you got it The trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks I do these things for you 'cause you my done Girl, feel special 'cause I don't spend Nuttin' but time with certain other broads I rip You belong in minks, bracelets and rings Not handcuffs forget about that locket chain And just leave lil' mama, this P lil' mama I ain't them, I'm me lil' mama My baby, you crazy and I'm hooked Your body right, your smile light up the room That man you got, that nigga's a fool Guess one man's trash is the next man's jewel This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance When we first middle sex fif, knew that you was that chick Wooly sayin' holla at her, whip sayin' girl get in Remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress Asked if she had a man, couldn't tell if no or yes Hell, I just dipped her number and talked more When I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues Who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice Last one before that, found out homie had a wife Looked so secure, but yet so delicate Can't come back in the crib without a search for evidence Baby girl, I ain't here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you Ain't your fool model them other dudes don't deserve you What you tryin' to do, scare me off and leave you low Funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone The accuser got me curious, I asked who it was He like the 'Sold-a-soul' man, who the fuck you 'cause? I'm out This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance Every time I hurt you it's because of what someone else Has done to me and I know it's not really fair No I just can't trust you 'cause I just got outta something And I'm running, boy you know that I'm running scared You treat me so good that it's just too good to be true And I don't think that I really deserve To be treated like a woman should 'cause I been so hurt in the past I'm still carryin' bags This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance We can ball to the fullest baby (It's alright, it's alright) You can style if you want, go ahead stunt (It's alright, it's alright) If it's diamonds you like go ahead pick 'em up (It's alright, it's alright) Get the first Bentley spurs His & Hers (It's alright, it's alright) |
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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 - Murda Muzik (1999)
Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah [HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine) [hahahaha] Infamous two thousand (Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby) [AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha] [Havoc] Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death Like the terminal ill takin they last breath Read your last rites - God, forgive me for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red Sleep with half closed eyelids Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler with they hand on the biscuit Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick? Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife on my thousand dollar mattress It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
Going out nigga
Big guns and sharp knives Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) Yo you know the type that style and shit that rise my dick Pop me a nigga quicker than police Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks You running while i'm gunning 'cause you a bitch I heard niggas talking like they goinng to dead mines I got enough guns we can make the headlines I'm from a place where the realeast niggas get murdered And the illest niggas try to avoid it But can't call it It's a cold world bundle up Keep your heat on at all times And never freeze up And your eyes blink you could catch a hole in your tank Have you leaking all over the place Watch how you speak And watch how you move through the streets I got a mob with niggas with heat We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think Breath 'fore is too late Uph you fucked up and got laid to sleep I'm going out With big guns and sharp knives Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns at my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me I'm going out like a nigga that he never have nothing Fuck it I ain't frontive If i want to know i got to go out like a navy seal Label me ill You sling thrills Meet you on top of the hills Screaming dollar bill Going out like a nigga you just smacked His moms in the cut plotting patient and calm Putting on everything that i love and stand for Getting ben up in the pub 'till five in the morn Going out like a nigga with six days to live And like a single parents raising a kid now that's a big Going out like a nigga with shit touching his rib You got more than nesessary dun a nigga went dead Going out for my niggas see this gat in my hand You better back the fuck up what part didn't you understand Head nah aim straight at your thighro glands Must've not been really your men those niggas that ran (I'm going out) With Big guns and sharp knives Revolvers 'cause automatic jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me We do it well click niggas like nails Catch cases skip bells I lie 'fore I chitel Die in the sitel Pop gun with the shitel Fuck a bitch just to getsel Rap style smoother than cl In the k on the dl Line for line you can detail Choked more niggas than Sprewell Rap style pelo Watch me blow like tornados Clear the block out with just an echo Trust me niggas don't want me see let go Niggas don't want to see the tech blow Watch me blow the crowd like techno music nigga When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus Fuck lying on the lord ain't worth dying for I rather die fucking raw Or walking on a mine in the cold war My dogs got my shoulders with t up machine guns All my niggas soldiers With big grenades throw them in your rober Send prodigy to check the scence when it's over Niggas animals coming back for leftovers (all out nigga) I'm going out With Big guns and sharp knives Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me I'm going out I'm going out I'm going out |
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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 - 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 - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)
It's on we 'bout to thump thump (NOYD verse) Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army We buy QB to NC Niggas don't want it Debate to the G's and the west all on it We all flaunt it guns & chicks And all my thuns rhyme holding their dicks With a nine on their side from hip to hip You know the mobb niggas is sick and stay bent Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight And we both heated when the funds aint right Because we know someone getting stuck tonight Before I crash I'm a f**k me some ass tonight With a pocket full of dough The bottle of the dro With dreams of f**king some R&B hoe They call me N-O-Y-D baby From QB baby don't hate me We live, I rep Queens (Chorus: repeat 2X) NOYD: Queens! Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns NOYD: Queens! Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens thun NOYD: Queens! Godfather: Where I live, what I rep NOYD: QB thun, Queens! Godfather: The Mobb rep NOYD: Queens! Godfather: You know we rep (Ty Knitty verse) I blow dro in Q-boro Ain't nothing change same boro Just more places now I'm tatooed up now Still rep 41st, 'til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?) Even after that yo my daughter and my son 'gon live on 7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1 A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves Can't forget about braids Niggas don't rock like us Ain't no hood like us A yo I rep QB 'til I R.I.P 96 buildings 6 blocks in QB Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it First joint 'murda muzik' A yo y'all niggas 'gon feel it The hood is running wild Every clique 'gon throw it up Y'all know what up Queens don't give a f**k (Chorus 2X) (Twin Gambino verse) Queensbridge, and thats how it is If I can't I get you I'm a bring it to your kids Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back I'll be waiting in your crib with the mack Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face And realize QB ain't playing no games We think long range So we can ride for the kids And look out for my niggas up north doing bids (Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse) Thun we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas We the black entrepenuers we the black mobb I told you it was more real than words can muster I see you fagg*ts don't listen wanna bite my shit You better walk with security my niggas dump clips Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit out y'all You could have a 30 deep entourage You could have guns galore, shanks and more We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off I could give a f**k for what projects you ride for We got dogs out there and we not scared Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team Matter fact don't even wirte me back see me in the streets See me at the next show Catch me at the club We terrorize y'all niggas thun (Chorus 4X) |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
M, O, double B
I don't know why they wanna trouble me Is it because they bitch be suckin me Or just mad cause they shitted wit the family We be bubbling, up in the Navigator huddlin While you frontin in that rental, cuddling With that weak ass bitch, damn right she snitch And if I had in my misdt, she'd be biting shit Hook 2X: Cause a ho gonna be a ho A nigga gonna be a nigga No matter what the fuck you think Got cash in my escrow, never gonna let it go (Hell mothfuckin no!) Chillin at the crib layin in my boxers While shorty got bent spittin tha latest gossip Didn't want to hear it in the middle cut her off Lit a stog, smacked her ass, grabbed her by the draws Bugged in the head but her looks turned me on She tried to turn me on with edible thongs Plus I like the way she sounded when repeatin my songs From Queens to get to her crib didn't take long. Said she had a man but was lcoked up in Attica Freak off with the VCR to my camera Afterw that shit that happened to Tupac. Yell rape? Show 'em the tape jus playin my part. Opposed to being on tape but the G that I ran Had her tongue in my ear and my dick in her hand When I thought I knew I shoulda brought my fam Bring her to the lowest level and shared it with my mans Hook 2X: |
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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 - 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 - 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)
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 - Murda Muzik (1999)
Record this right here
Man I want niggaz to hear this shit right here Knahmsayin? Cause these niggaz be forgettin son Knahmsayin? .. Can't blame niggaz doe (we here son) Y'know? Truth always reveal itself though that's what we here for But umm.. we gon' take this little intermission to say what the fuck we got to say, y'know? (Let me, let me here something then) It's like this Dunn [Prodigy] Infamous til the name wear out Time and again without doubt I take the murder one route Why clowns pulled out and copped out Poppin they, little heads out they hole Stickin they chest out, actin like they in control But hold up, I've been doin this since we was kids And all you other niggaz gotta ask if you could live Your projects is on our dicks, you need to quit and let us rep that for them, your raps ain't shit Your background's incorrect, your song push no effect on the people, don't try to play my part Don't try to say my words that I lived and survived Y'all niggaz got some nerve, be careful at night You might bump into a tru to life nigga like Pee Get beat over your head wit gun handles Check the manual you went about it all wrong We put you on the life, taught you how to drink right and how to speak like anigga livin street life How to chasee down liquor wit more liquor As a youth I was over proof, now I'm sober than your hoa But still pound on a nigga til he throw up Straighten up there's too much to lose Get your head on right, we got the world to gain and I'ma take mines while you sit around and complain and I innovate raps while your song is playin Looks tastes and feels to me like no frills Take that bullshit back to the two inch reel Hit the studio hard, crash the track board like a smashed car Then maybe next rhyme you could fuck wit the God Pee wit a capital "P" and don't ever in your life try to rock wit me On no days there's no rap page I can't top I, splash the half ass trash you dropped You get chopped in half, your little raff ain't last long My shit came out and you got escorted to the door You just a fuckin clown here to entertain us all I bring the gravity Dunn you're gonna fall Anytime y'all niggaz wanna mic brawl Don't forget to me it's bloodsport bring your dogs Nigga (Yea nigga, it's like that y'all niggaz, what) Chorus: Prodigy It's Murda Muzak, niggaz on my block relate to it Murda Muzak, my peoples on the cell block use it Homicide Muzak, Dunn stand up on the count Is you involved wit it or out, while I shout Murda Muzak, niggaz on my block relate to it Murda Muzak, my peoples on the cell block use it Homicide Muzak, Dunn stand up on the count Is you involved wit it or out, I'm goin out [Havoc] It's no doubt, I hold my niggaz cause they hold me too Like if you show love for me then I'll show love for you And if you in a situation, just be patient Give me a minute and I'll be there with no hesitation and all them bitches that you hittin we done ran through that Plus dissed them, that's why they can't stand our raps As for you couldn't give a fuck on how you feel Never allowed, and break em up like a whack album Go against to get punished, fuck you Take it out on who run wit, then touch you Ain't no room for the both of us you pop too much shit I just handle shit and put a clamp, on them loose lips I sink em like the Titanic, you be deep in some shit I didn't stutter can't hear nigga read my lips Who you runnin wit - shit you won't knock this click You just frontin wit imaginary pies you flip Aiyyo Pee my mind and yours put together's like a pack wild pirahnas Carnivores it's me thirstin It only worsen, you cats'll get the closed curtain While your catch me on your networkin, you dick jerkin Your future's uncertain - get a grip close your mouth cause you know them shits sink ships It's foul - tryin to go against the morale Move the crowd do my thing leave your ears aroused Chorus [Prodigy] It's Murda Muzak, niggaz on my block relate to it Murda Muzak, my peoples on the cell block use it Homicide Muzak, Dunn stand up on the count Is you involved wit it or out, while I shout |
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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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