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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[ CHORUS ]
[ Kool G Rap ] Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks [ Prodigy ] Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back [ Kool G Rap ] It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at [ Prodigy ] Listen, if you goin out of town and don't bear them gats [ Kool G Rap ] It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at If you caught up in a beef and you scared to clap [ Prodigy ] Dogs, it ain't where you from, it's where you at [ VERSE 1: Kool G Rap ] Shit, thug listen (What up baby?) Ain't nothin 'round here but drug addiction Niggas is anti-love-livin The slug-givin little shortie on the snub itchin For beef, he might get left in the street with his blood drippin The poor niggas sling crack, real raw niggas that bang gats Crazy lady jumped on the train tracks Know if you owe somebody dough you better bring that Them kids is live, put five where your brain at You walk the streets of the slums Know to spot beef when it come Reach for the guns or feel the heat from the ones Never know who your killer be (Yeah, speak to no one) Just put a Desert Eagle beak in his lung Leak em and run, some guys light the blunts up (And then what?) And then go ride with the pumps up Chopped up bitch inside of a dumpster Paramedics tryin to speed a nigga pulse up (Yo, he's a cold blue) victim of the vultures Block sizzlin hot, flooded in the middle with cops Innocent nigga topped, riddled with shots Kids up in rock spots clock knots, fiddle with glocks Ready to die for what little they got Tricks, hoes and thugs (That's right) The ones that put holes in mugs Waitin outside for them ones that pose in clubs To that strange nigga knockin on your do' with gloves Let the .44 blow for grub, it's no love [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Prodigy ] You got uniformed cops, the D's when it's hot TNT knockin down the door of your spot The feds come get you once you think you on top They just been buildin they case, they got you on tape The CIA clip you if the shit is that deep Your money's that long, you ain't that strong Informants'll bury you under the jail They got wires and statements for juries to hear Then they got rivals that got it clickin just like you That's your competition, them niggas tryin to eat too They'll set you up for dead if you don't show strength Extort all your workers cause you ain't built for this Plus stick-up kids and jealous-ass niggas You gotta watch your front, sides and your back (Damn) You gotta keep your eyes on your bitch and your mens You gotta keep your mind sharp livin so fed [ CHORUS (2X) ] |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
[HAVOC TALKING]
Lets do it dunn...My man...That's why I keep my mouth tight. Ain't got no worries for why'all niggaz man...y'all niggaz is crazy [PRODIGY] Hey yo, its hell on earth down here the pavement scorching Its more on roc when the Mobb walks in shit gets hot like a ill pot of grits spilled on you Spit fire with nines but never squealed on you I understood you should try to take my life If I was you I would too damn right If I had drama with a nigga like such as myself I couldn't even sleep at night until... I made things right Pull out guns exchange a fight Be the first to let off mines ignite the pipes... and never let the daylight decieve during the suns' hours niggaz do bleed Aim for the waist and something on the top gets shot Niggaz can't shoot never made a thing drop Keep cream of the crop fresh out of box shit filled to the top Smell the barrell when its bolt-locked nigga Hook1 [PRODIGY] Have you ever lost a loved one? Or never understood love 'til you lost one? Where your heart at? I left mines behind with my dearly departed Where your heart at? Strength missing To take losses is the hardest The ones that overcome be the calmest Strive regardless. Where your heart at? Brave-hearted. Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at [HAVOC] This is to my physical you gone...to me you still here I be buggin thinking how you doin' up there Probably watching over me calling out my fouls Fuck with mad chicks but I take care of my child I miss that ass tell God I said pardon me If Your real; He'll forgive me [no doubt] But I ain't crying no more about how you're gone Used to hold me down niggaz front its on Ain't wetting going to jail you better shoot me Just lost my heart-If I die you comin' wit' me quickly while I'm pissy they're just bitches that's' a little to frisky risky on point hope these cats is getting the point whisper out my name Stand but please don't point call me paranoid But I'm on point close by the stash joint Got you in my mind I guess that's why the say love is blind Hook 2 [PRODIGY] Strength missing we take losses. be the hardest The ones that overcome be the calmest. Strive regardless Where your heart at? Brave-hearted. You better finish what you started [dunn] If you ever lost a loved one? You'll never understand love 'til you lost one. Where your heart at? I left mines behind with my dearly departed Where your heart at? Strength missing To take losses be the hardest The ones that overcome be the calmest Strive regardless. Where your heart at? Brave-hearted. Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at Have you ever lost a loved one? You'll never understand love 'til you lost one. |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
Yeah
Infamous in ya area Eightball in ya area About to cause mass hysteria Yo, ashes to ashes big gats to little I put it to you clear while you cats talkin riddles Snake and buck at me If you did I'd say you got lucky Trained to tread through land to get muddy Ayo, blood rap Survival of the fifth style cat I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be like that Listen close you can learn from it It's real black Gangsta shit makes the world rotate If eight was all make a nigga want to gain some weight Fat belly black motherfuckin D-O-G And I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin for me Ayo Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep for they hood Live and direct from the south to your stereo Prepare for bustin and dumpin okay player here we go Strapped with infa-red raps when I hit the traps Crack the wack into pieces when I hit the track Like stone to glass I shatter they raggedy ass South style waiving my motherfuckin soldier rag A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas buck wild The root to all evil daily I chase it Blow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it It's hard from the start where I lay my head We get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead Yo fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas Feel my though, You don't want to get filled up with holes Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose Wiping her tears cause something on your top got shot Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block Fuck, leaving without it dunn I'd rather get knocked Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore Even though she get my dick harder than the parol board Stick and move, slide in, slide out big guns Mack milly prepare to mob you steel phillies Connected with Eightball dunn so what's the drilly Out to take it all if you wit me then feel me Don't get yourself shot Bleedin to death hops I pop canners off leave a nigga head whopped A maverick my H-K will work magic You'll find yourself in the O-are for talkin that shit Street justice I tip the scale over cousin I hold more weight you just a no name nigga frontin Get your hardware lets treat it like a contest And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit Murda Muzik my street life influenced it Its so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it A renegade crack your top like devil spring Vigilante niggas know the song I sing It go Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns No mistakes for the fake no escape Chop them boys up and puttin it in their face Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my ice pick niggas one To all my dunns trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep for they hood Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
Prodigy
Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't want to miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas And write shit that would certainly move ya'll niggas Peace to my summer villains with pink houses From Red Hook to QB you know the routine We need a movie to show how our life is so ill Every Summer in the projects we partied on the benches Few gallons of gin and Pepsi Remember Party wars, that was back in like 90 We use to roll o-wees now we stuff dutches Kids rushing, what's your discussion Ya'll niggas talk a lot of shit heard you on your tape fronting I fake nothing, Fuck around and push the wrong button I dedicate my days to seeing your drip blood I will always love Gambino and ScarFace Killa Black no man can fill your shoes, Now what's bad news It couldn't get no worse, So what ya'll niggas know about the turmoil What ya know about your blood soil, Clothes and little Ho's And the legs of pant slugs that crack the shin bone The Other shot blasts through your left clavical Melt swizz suits and paint the avenue's Havoc How you want it? Bent Scheme or straight blunted Many are rare, rore, Havoc has just over done it While you sitting there whispering like a little girl Fuck, waiting around till the dutchy gets twirled We going at you, not cause we want to but cause we have to To avoid the situation that you couldn't last through If I can't have it at all I don't want it at all Off top serious dogg, I'm out for the raw Back to the world, the shit that I kick will dazzle your girl Handle your bitch, can't then take her for pearl Get him with the pink slip, get him bent to he hurl Hennessy got my mind locked, tight in a curl Hold it down like Saddam you can't search my click Even with dirty worms I'm gonna still appear How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x) Cormega Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Whenever Mega spits Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto shit Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from measuring grams Gun on my waist, In case I see son who wetted my man I be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's Obvious I was destined to rep Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit Born official, my niggas that are gone I miss you I shed a tear, see ya'll niggas when I get there Yo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the strip I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet And I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet When I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing nigga's lead to excellence I represented then manifested in the beat....Respect this Like a Lexus jeep My technique Leaves my enemies stretched for weeks, vexed from me Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching ki's...please Havoc How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Tragedy)
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No doubt Thug shit... for your ear Yeah...Two-Five (Tragedy) It go one for my real niggas, two for the bass Three for that weight regulated out of state Four for the guns blowin' getting shit straight For them bitch ass niggas that hate And I can tell right now that you really not knowing When the guns start blowing and your blood stop flowing You can take it to the heart bitch nigga play your part All you saw was the spark now you laying in the dark From the hood that I rep every nigga in my set Generals to Cadets two-five 'til the death Inadvertently I know niggas wanna murder me But can't even analyze G, The Mahdi Flow so precise, thug paradise, five karot ice Black Christ living the life Niggas see the light when they start losing pints You can die by the gun or the knife (Chorus: Havoc) hey yo Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin' Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?) Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin' Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good) Okay with it, talk cause I live it You appreciate the God like an up north visit (Havoc) Thun I analyze these niggas, cause they simple like bitches And to damn feminine to fuck with this veteran Stop the rhetoric, you know the led will get hot You know this metal shit ain't nothing to fuck with Know I work that steel with a workman's will Staring so hard don't make me hurt that grill Apologize nigga dog you ain't that real Your man got bagged did time you squeeled Glass slipper wearin' ass niggas get killed You ain't a grown man 'til you pay some bills Keep it gully been pimpin' before I had 4 wheels The pipe game cool, but my talk game ill Wanna fuck with a nigga cause I know my shit You owe that bank, I own my shit Out the gate don't ask, can't floss my whip It ain't who you know, bitch it's who you with (Chorus: Havoc) Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin' Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?) Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin' Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good) Okay with it, talk cause I live it You appreciate the God like an up north visit (Tragedy) Yo I settle with, heavy metal shit for my thugs in Connecticut Murderville nigga how you feel? Flow so sick, them niggas can blow dick Better analyze what lies before you trick In the mix of some Queens niggas tryin to get rich Any nigga in my way can feel the gun spit Get your Du-Rag split with long four-fifth Hand glide thru your hood in the six Road call for my niggas who you wit? (Thug Shit) Road call for my niggas who you wit? (Thug Shit) Let it bang make it pop 'til your heartbeat stop Know the game don't stop 'til the casket drops The God run out of shots then they tape the block Rep to the death for my carnivores on lock And my dogs in the box meet you back on the block You know how the team rocks, 'til we reach the top (Chorus: Havoc) Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin' Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?) Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin' Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good) Okay with it, talk cause I live it You appreciate the God like an up north visit Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin' Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin' Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin' Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good) Okay with it, talk cause I live it You appreciate the God like an up north visit |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Yeah... uh-huh {'What can I do?'} Yeah yeah... (What's goin on man?) (The f**k is goin on man?) Yo {'What can I do?'} To make that paper was the trait that I received at birth Niggaz jealous and hatin on me {'What can I do?'} When they plottin and schemin on me, the hammer just keep it on me F**k the fame and glory {'What can I do?'} When your shorty gets nasty and horny, she all over me kid You locked down, doin a bid {'What can I do?'} With a nigga, tryin to take food off of my plate And you know I got a kid {'What can I do?'} When my stomach touchin, ribs showin You off in the corner glowin {'What can I do?'} Nothin else, but to take what's yours, convert it to mines From the cash to the shine {'What can I do?'} When shit is so f**ked up, can't tell wrong from right Right from wrong {'What can I do?'} When they say, life is short, to you it's the cash Todday it's seemin long {'What can I do?'} Now I try to keep a positive look, my motto to jux But can't seem to stay focused {'What can I do?'} They say, an unoccupied mind's the devil's playground So I sat and wrote this, to kill time {'What can I do?'} (Prodigy) Yeah yeah that's that gangsta shit son I feel you my nigga.. (that's right that's right) {'What can I do?'} (Infamous baby you ain't know?) We gon' do it like this (That Mobb shit nigga) {'What can I do?'} But send niggaz to hell They try and stop me from cashin in man {'What can I do?'} But squeeze without thinkin, flip without warnin I got the drop on 'em {'What can I do?'} You know, give it my best, empty this clip And if live and happen to snitch {'What can I do?'} Except, find his home, bring it to his family Should I shoot his moms? {'What can I do?'} F**k it, send him a warnin, lick that bitch Let him know the shit is on {'What can I do?'} It's not my fault, it's just the game we in And when you violate codes {'What can I do?'} But punish niggaz for they actions My shit jam when I start blastin, no {'What can I do?'} Just relax, take out the clip, fix that shit Put the clip back and keep goin {'What can I do?'} Man you gotta keep your thug showin People take kindness for weakness and so {'What can I do?'} But be a cold-hearted bastard This world is f**ked up, and that's how it go {'What can I do?'} (F**k that son, Infamous nigga) {'What can I do?'} (For two-thousands baby, y'all niggaz got your own) {'What can I do?'} (Your little run, your little five year run ten year run) (Y'all niggaz small time baby) {'What can I do?'} (Small time baby, beneath us baby) {'What can I do?'} {'What can I do?'} {'What can I do?'} {*echoes*} |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Twin Gambino]
Look at my life, you ain't ready to walk in my shoes I was bruised in this game that's why I stay with them tools Got nothing to lose, cause shit ain't workin' out for the kid I had a deal over at Virgin, but they dropped the kid How come, I don't know, they wasn't feelin' the kids Or the music to hot for their ears to list' Back to square one it's all good, it ain't gon' stop a nigga Like have me do something stupid like go and pop a nigga It's a movie and I'mma be the star of this shit With ten bitches at one time, suckin' my dick We gon' get rich and kill them two cats, that snitch IM3, bustin' they way, through this hip hop shit So watch your lip, don't say nothin' about my click Or catch a clip, while you walkin' wit ya lady and shit We crazy and shit, like chickens with their head cut off We little niggaz with big guns that'll take your head off And we rippin' your lady in the bathroom of the Green Acres Mall Where gonna stand tall, we fall if a slug hit our chest It's all gravy, Queensbridge roll like the Navy Little girls runnin' around havin' mad babies [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, ya'll don't a give a yeah, we don't give a yeah At the, end of the day, a slug'll, ruin your liver For real, on the strength of that automatic steel So fast, you won't have time to build [Ty Knitty] Ayo, we here foot in the door, time for take off Yo, we take over, move over, IM3 And ya'll niggaz don't really mean shit to me Spread love through the five boroughs, tri-state mid-state Violate, get your face carved in Fuckin' with these Queensbridge marksmen Never go against our grain, twenty tats, ball head cat, rep QB See me on the stage iced out, laced up Hazed up, jumping in them big ass trucks When we shoot you better duck, you out of luck young'n Catch you runnin' while we gunnin', chasin' you down like blood hounds Beatin' you down, to the very last compound With fo'four pounds, two aluminum bats, we ruin' you cats We IM3 nigga you better move back, we fake no jacks Jump real quick, we them Queens motherfuckers, that stay in that bullshit [Chorus] [Godfather] Looking back at time, a lot of niggaz died Right before my eyes, suicide, homicide, do or die My crew and I, pledge Infamous, don't leave no witnesses We handled all our differences, these menaces we livin' it We've been gettin' it got it, glock cock won't hesitate To empty out the whole clip, y'all niggaz best notice When it's time and it's bout to go down, we control the shit Ain't nobody in this whole, industry can hold us in You can try, but you won't succeed, we a rare breed And don't say much, cause, real niggaz don't speak Amongst beef, my handle like, hot sauce I take that on top boards, my action unaccountable Could snap at any give time, doubting you My raps steady pounding you, we drowning you with Infamous The IM3 continuous, we livin' it, I speak from experience He's driven it, we M-O-B-B, QB, Murda Muzik [Havoc] Yo, that's that that shit, that I be, talkin' about Niggaz, playin' they hands wrong, runnin' they mouth Snitchin', all up in they blood, I can't click There ain't nothing to discuss, I only fuck with Niggaz raise with me, ain't no time for new friends Loose ends, take my gangsta to the grave with me It's all day with me, loyal to my dunns Know it's nothing, cowards breathe when we clappin' those guns [Chorus] |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Verse One: Prodigy
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It’s Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin shackled on the bus First thing come Monday, hoping in your mind you’ll be released one day But knowing, home is a place you’re not going for a long while Now you’re up on the isle, in a position that you ain’t got to, refusing to smile But keep in mind there’s a brighter day, after your time spent Used to be wild, but locked up, you can’t get bent Thought you could hack it, now you’re requesting Pee, see you fragile It ain’t hard to see, niggas like that don’t associate with me I’d rather, get busy to the third degree cause the war populations are If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate, and I would hate To set your crooked ass straight Chorus Make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone, niggas is trife Runnin from one time, ain’t no time to slip, make one false move And it’s a up north trip Livin the high life, make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone Niggas is trife, runnin from one time, ain’t no time to slip, make one false move And it’s a up north trip Verse Two: Havoc You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too much shit You should have kept your mouth shut, all that gossip Motherfucker don’t you know my glock kicks, hollow tips To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor Did you a favor, tried to wet you but i grazed you Pop goes the glock when there’s beef on the block, chill for a while Make them think the beef stop, then I creep like a thief in the night It’s only right, ain’t no turnin back, it’s on tonight, and if I get caught Then my ass is up north, straight on the course for upstate New York Stress, smokin back to back cigaretttes, it popped off, gon’ point in the mess hall But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black, hit them niggas Where they pump they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won’t jam, God forbid if my shit do Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene, get ghost, stash the pistol So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax, roll a sack, ?K-A black? Find a shorty intact Chorus Verse Three: Prodigy I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water, it oughtta Drop in a half and hour, in the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil Keep my eye on it so the shit won’t spoil, then I pause And ask God why, did he put me on the serve, just so I could die I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong, why I’m still breathing And all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle, but my Heart pumps foul blood through my arteries, and I can’t turn it back It’s a part of me, too late for cryin, I’m a grown man struggling To reach the next level of life, without fumbling, down to folding I got no shoulder to lean on but my own, all alone in this danger zone Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid My money comes first, cause I’m out for the gusto, and trust nobody If you’re not family, then you die by me, cause niggas will have you locked up The snitch, be a man, givin police the run down on your plans We’re never goin down like that, so I, shut my mouth and hold my words back The legal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes, the last kid that shitted And gave police access, to my blueprints, used names as evidence Skipped town and I haven’t seen the snitch nigga ever since The moral of the story is easy to figure out, a lesson that you can’t live without Repeat Chorus once *Livin the high life |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mind like the dutch Flow wit her backwards Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture Frature Cry now laugh later We assist and compute data On ya IBM Dime bitches I be eyein them Shoot me down a hundred times Still come up wit new rhymes Rec exects dont like me Come up with new rhymes See you want it and you give a push for all mankind Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mike Tyson style Animal duns We live wild Too many ways to die We alive for now We cross borders Take the guns along with us Defend imfamous to the fullest Protect my duns that came with me They move with me Its risky For you to try to approach the god shiftly We all gorgeous The most fly The illest Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches While you bearin witness We handelin ya chick b'ness (business) Thuggin out druggin out ya know the dealins Picture you dead and in the raw Flippin 2 not ready for what you and Moms already missin you Old fool from the old school You 36 I been doin this since niggas sellin nicks Gettin head from tricks Takin shorts for kicks Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at If she a dime baby moms Know we baggin' that Smack em with the gat (what) React that Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then And to my fifth ward clique (how you like this) And to my dirty south thugs (how you like this) And to my westside niggas (yes you like this) And to my Chi-town gangstas keep thuggin it Connect the dots Merge with many a block My porto rock representitives blow plenty of shots Its love sincerely Even my heart For those that relate to this here song Thug of the age yo Have you noddin off like good dope And if the good then go regardless Finish it when you want to start shit Turn the body into carcus Handle mines regardless Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then And for my midwest terrorists rock this For my New Orleans team they cant stop us And to my Little Rock clique y'all is heartless This for my Beantown dogs in the life is From Seattle to ping houses Unified States of America lets get it right shit |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
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Word up Son, shit is ill kid.. Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife life Don’t have another day right? It’s only right Let me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this shit Kick that shit [Prodigy] It’s just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty That’s when I got the call from this brownskin shorty She asked me where’s my crew at? Said we could do whatever She got her crew too, and said that we should get together I said, |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
The infamous all around and you know we get down So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound Thug muzik, thug muzik (2 times) All that's loose leaf, my big game Scrow foul lives, snake eyes Ready with steel at any given time I'm a kill, stone-hearted nigga at will Done this shit real, riddle in a life appeal And losing again for real like -Armageddon- Tech sweating your direction Your face change applection My whole life been destined, to show as the moon, shape cressin Caressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubs I'm blessed, mics of all types learn their lesson Live from the strike -deadly- Like gas chambers and pengas in jail You know the dreal, QB on the hill where I chill 41 side still real, it ain't gone change My niggas think long range crack the skull frame Simple and plain fake niggas want claim fame Real niggas up north, the Vack Sing Sing It don't make a diff don, first nigga if done We hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun up Nigga you be done up right, QB at the end of the night Take a serve Chorus What's your position? Trying to come at me sideways But they ass backwards, jealousy- that's all that is I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut Like a pit never give up Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass With a touch of class handle that ass Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas Doing them cats, my crew's in the back Losing it black, I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped On some Queens bridge survival shit, we strike like that Full force, we blast at your main source Chorus As I sit back don, I think about my past When my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabs Or at the time when my brother got splashed It hurt my ass, to see him pass But now I gotta keep on moving to get this cash You better kill his ass, if you wanna pass The premicise for the minister's kid Called the infamous Forgive but we never forget All that fake snake shit, could I never regret Cause I learn from mistakes that be guiding my steps But we pull out and cock twice nigga When you least expect Chorus It's Murda Muzik, real life situations, placed on the paper For all you cats rapping acting like it cant happen Nigga we the most infamous, my team Glows in the dark and clicks the dullest Overconfident niggas get punished Take a number and get in and get on line for drama You whiling like you was one of my own That shit don't mix, we clashing Make moves, handle your biz Gun po's, take action, reach for those Long chrome noses -up- my gun blows Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down I give you that much, you ain't out Close but no ci-gar, you must be a fucking retard Extending your arm in my direction You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of up most respect You niggas only know what you heard on cassette Manifest words in a flash, niggas only see the light After they bleed a few pints Take your most VP don, leave them like the letter T You won't see me run, unless its police Now take these words home and think it through For the next rhyme we write might be about you don All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you Thug Muzik (2 times) |
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
Yeah yeah
Know what I'm sayin' Straight burn biscuits baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son No problem Creepin' it though baby It's gangsta The truth gonna come to the level Yo As this blood flow through my veins I stand before this mic with a stepped up game Some things when I look how they never gonna change It ain't a thing Niggas wild Then I'm cockin' that thing Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin' How many times it have to happen Niggas talkin' like they generals They just mere captains The streets there's rules Slugs hit 'emwith infractions And then there's Hollywood if you want some fuckin' acting You got these niggas out mis-representin' they hood Give 'em heart now they icin' I'm like nigga what's good? Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best You know a nigga I be tryin' to chill But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (no doubt) Ther comes a time in Every nigga life when he's face to face with that ole' Kill or be killed And here I go again Grabbin' my steel Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill (run 'em) There come a time in Ever nigga life when he's face to face with that ole' Kill or be killed Ay yo Don't make me have to body something Fuck you and what you known for To me you're nothin' I don't see why in the world To me you frontin' And if you was that nigga Then you still mean nothing Homes (what) My gun is bustin' Fuck all y'all niggas my stomach is touchin' And I be right there on Murdle Ave. Come through You bitch ass niggas wouldn't know what to do I get bullet proof love Pounds and hugs You get extorted by the thugs that gew up in your hood You get killed fuckin' with P You really should Not do that I use that Lugar good Catch a bad one Ran dunn raggity You got fucked up and left for dead in the street Yo Who wants it with Hav Who want it with P Not near one of y'all And I put that on me But if?? Yo Believe me dog there's more than Cockin' and squeezin' and Afterward that nigga still be breathin' and Who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then For a reward nigga just might turn you in I take it further and I might just murder him That mouthpiece all together I'm curbin' him It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens It's very real Ain't got no time to pretend Yo Feelin' it thugs I dump a magazine on you dunn I'll run up on you niggas with the ?master? glove Dunn there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt I know it's nothin' for you The pain to have me killed I respect the laws of war and love I live by them shits Y'all niggas not ready for this You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed Spray it dunn Straight out Shit it when them guns come out We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now let me show you something Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked now you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops tryin' to verify your government they got you now, they lovin' it, they wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past though I can't see your problem you was still young at the time did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time never told you to slow down resee your crown heights, you wild all I could say was be careful give you a dap to bounce shit that you went through watched the drama amount gave a fuck long, you wasn't part of the body count now I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration till the interveine, when you first started catching cases fuck to this, dunn, now you in there gotta hold it down, you mother's only son and I'ma ride for you, baby, 'cause a lot of it is still love I'm still there, when you get home, I'ma be there You gotta (hold on) No matter (how long) And it seems (so long) I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault 'cause I fronted you that money to get that dough any man's ain't accountable for they action still and all I feel responsible for you being gone I hit the mall 'till it happened, k.a. now & then just so, you can live and keep your little cosmetics in that five years, it was a little dough we made out of sight, out of mind, naw dog it's not me, I miss you you on my mind daily even though I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me trying to get my shit together so you could be proud, when you touch down we got businesses to run now peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house on some pety crime shit, boy we was not playin' on occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end Black, and bone crazy ass reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humour talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler tellin' me, how you'll deaf, to see your nose out you need to bring your black ass home and cut that bullshit out I could remember me and killa would test our new guns in the projects 'cause that's where police won't come, iller g my nigga 'till death do us you almost home, until then hold ya head, dunn You gotta (hold on) No matter (how long) And it seems (so long) |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Intro:
YouknowwhatI’msayin’? I wanna say what’s up to my man, Louie you know he’s still here. Drop this one for you you know. For those that only know. 41st side (word up yo this beat is ill). Havoc: I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G. When a fool try to play me wet ’em up then I’m swayze You must be crazy kid Man I never did forever wildin’ that’s how we live up in the Bridge You just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a big 25 naw kid you gettin’ life Forever burnin’ in hell niggas is trife It’s the, semi auto you can bring it on yo I’m pullin’ out strippin’ niggas just like a porno flick I’m sick the Mobb rolls thick Cross paths with my clique and get vic I’m on some bullshit that’s how I was raised G Slept ? stage have you slippin’ down blazin’ In pools of alcohol walk before you crawl I’m in this to win this you gonna take a fall Infamous Queensbridge kid we on the scene kid Creepin’ for those that’s caught sleepin’ Don’t ever do that I run with two macs And plus my crew back my every move I choose givin’ crews the blues I’m open off the Damey Obey me or get sprayed with the street sweeper Cause I’m my brothers keeper The Grim Reaper holdin’ with nothin’ but big batters And big ?hedence? Blow ya three times leave a mark like Adidas Jig you I know how to fix you Pretty boy frontin’ hard is the issue Word to my unborn you get scolded Old and molded when I get bent you get folded Every rhyme is the truth that I must get cross Put your right on your back take it to the source No doubt I’m stuck and I can’t get out Of this lifestyle the 41st side get bent run wild The 41st side too you know how we do Violate motherfucker I’m a see you, with the linden It’s the start of your endin’ settin’ it again and again talking: Yeah kid, big time boy. 12th street representin’ it. A big shout out to my man. Tear Gas, Think, Nate whole crew kid. You knowhatI’msayin’? I’m sayin’ couso. Richie Fraud known to leave ya scarred. Big shoot out to my man Heavy L. Big Palms representin’. Prodigy: Yo it’s the P. E. double push a Lex bubble in the winter You can’t come alone only the hoes can enter Told him to meet me at six on the hill at the center Took her to the west way and bent her right over Stay intoxicated never sober Face it, violate and get laced while you wastin’ Slugs you ain’t buckin’ nothin’ You better off buckin’ yourself you need to stop frontin’ I use to drive an Ac and kept a mac in the engine Little painted it black with crack sales intentions To blow up the whole projects the Infamous Our sons will grow up to be murderers and terrorists It’s the nigga in me accompanied by the Coniac You can ask around don’t fuck with the Mobb I could of told you that where you been at? You must of cut class If it ain’t me another member of my crew will kick your ass (what what?) Who do damage to limbs In ’91 stompin’ you out with black Tims Prodigy and the H.A.V.O.C. from the Q.B.C. Puttin’ cowards where they’re suppose to be If I don’t know your face then don’t come close to me I got too much beef for that Drama in the 3rd degree And to the kids you don’t wanna be me I’m up in the mix of action when niggas wanna kill me But it’s the start of they endin’ my man’s lendin’ Me his linden 42 shots dependin’ On wheather or not the clip is full to the top We bustin’ caps non stop Blazin’ in all the shows and even at the hoes Outro: Naw naw chill son chill And it’s the start of your ending Yeah yeah it’s the start of niggas endin’ youknowhatI’msayin? And it’s the start of your ending All y’all weak ass crews that got drama with mines you knowhatI’msayin’ it’s the start of your ending And it’s the motherfuckin’ start of the ending You know who you fuckin’ iwth (yeah yeah nigga) you know what will happen (recognize and realize) 41st side get bent run wild. 41st side get bent run wild. Word up youknowhatI’msayin’? |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
<i>[Intro]</i>
<i>[Pee]</i> this the killa's shit dun <i>[G. Rap]</i> No Doubt .The undisputed.. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For street niggas livin with they lives on the line <i>[Prodigy]</i> For young guns comin' up during these times <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For police that find drugs let niggas slide <i>[Prodigy]</i> For niggas out slinging like 4 in the night <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight <i>[Prodigy]</i> For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night <i>[Prodigy]</i> This be the realest shit you heard in your life. <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> Yo When the gats reveal You cats get peeled and that's the deal Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real When the slugs burst G.Rap be aiming at your mug first Niggas is blood thirst We'll see who get plugged worst We dug earth The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you Jacking you more than ripper My fifth's an organ shifter The human organism lifter You'll be hearing organs If ya leaving orphans, If ya Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya A fork pitcher To bump heads with those that dump lead Accurate shot in back of your knot Leave you one dead G.Rap,Havoc and Prodigy Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun Yo if it gotta be,it gotta be <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Havoc]</i> Yo when the gat spit Some niggaz get blown off the atlas It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus Get practiced what you lack is You think like the average Jake stoop down and leavin' crime scenes entangled Nothing but cannons get conspicuous Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched Wild out a part of the pack 'cause they made me like that If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that Draw blood for my nigga G.O.D,Ty Nitty and Twin And Twin is not here plus my kin Killa B forever with me Quick to settle with me Into QB to show love throughout the years with me You got guns we got guns the serious ones Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns Love never disrespect hit shit to re-direct <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Prodigy]</i> Never prejudge It be the humble that squeeze slugs It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee I spent more nights illin' less nights chillin' The more shots they hold the better they feel it What be the dealizz Some killas like to hide behind specs Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest Or so young that you wouldn't even expect To be burstin' off guns like a vietnam vet On the steps Sittin' in the staircase bent Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep I settle things with a heavy metal fifth Change clips Switch clothes after I spit Put niggas back in they place for shit that's on the mind kid <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Havoc]
I give 'em to 'em gutter, straight gutter Ain't no other way to spit it, my nizzy, just fall easy Niggaz want a peace treaty, wanna bring the calm But when it's on, ain't a thing that can stop the pound Tear a fella a ass, a new ass at that Glad to clap, never that, we had to clap Nigga do it to they self, when they force the hand Make me blast, how you trynna play me man Like niggaz over here, don't get down for theirs I need some man time, who got the fuckin' jack in here Where, ever I leave, my head's my home And if possible, always take my gat where I roam These slugs'll take the bass outta niggaz voice quick But, once we gangsta, now moist the shit Scramble, he hit, how you like the scenery bitch Keep ya eyes on my hands, fuck who you seeing me with [Chorus 2x: Havoc] Yo, I don't know you, you don't know me Just mind your own business, everything'll be sweet We don't talk over here, we just speak with the heat You don't wanna see a nigga, on that midnight creep [Twin Gambino] And that chains over here, I'm just still bustin' my gun Still rippin' on your shorties, wildin' out with my dunns On the grind, don't do nothing dumb, just hold ya head Cuz the rest of my soldiers, stressed out in jail With on bail, facing the rest of they life We got to get it right and keep it tight, and stay on the low For them assholes, clockin' our dough, love when I flow Keep doing that shit, they gots to go Infamous Mobb gots to blow, pounds of dro' Makin' all the shorties, gettin' down on the floor From that Murda Muzik shit, that'll make ya flip And dump a clip, in a nigga that be talkin' shit We think sick, check the credits, we get busy And grimey, and gritty, when we livin' in the city It's haters, traders, fake ass playas Come to QBC, and nobody could save ya [Chorus 2x] [Havoc] Of course we keep it gangsta, straight gangsta Niggaz know it, I don't have to prove it, or show it The gun bark, and the bite is a mutha, a killa A playa, lay it down, a four pounder The calm downer, when niggaz act a little too active Smack kids into next week, little bastards Ya'll cats think I'm playin' with this rap shit I'm here to take it to the top, you fuckin' faggots [Chorus 2x] |
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface If not chips to Benz is the purpose On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin 'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin Niggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat Beef? Nigga overcook that meat Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink My life story was written in blood, permanent ink Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin 'em (So) Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh) We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show? Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle And in the blink watch how quick life pass you *What's wrong with motherfuckers, When will the ever learn Keep playin with that fire, And that ass is gettin burned Fuckin with semi-autos, One foot is in the grave We givin all of y'all, Somethin to be afraid of *Repeat Lemme tell you how it's goin down, it's on now Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin the spot down Except I'm pushin a Lex, lettin the top down But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now That's hate, you could get popped right now Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way Cuz I'm a fuckin drama king like my nigga Kayslay Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day It's rules, guidlines, and codes, we obey Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin *Repeat You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill't All they had was your picture at the funeral No casket, you bas-tards be missin My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin My guns be the heat that'll make you blister My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas No shit, no clip, don't FUCK with us It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them From the old to the new, and the rest of them No love, just slugs for ya body dunn Just pain, just sufferin, and worst then that You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin advantage And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage You don't know me, but we bout to change that shit Wrap that nigga up like a package Fuck all them nigga, buck all them faggots *Repeat (x2) Yeah, QB (Yeah) Mobb Deep, dola It's goin down, we're takin over Vita, gettin this dough We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!) (Murda, Murda!) I'll send you on Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc Yeah, y'all see us It ain't a game..Yeah Oh..Come on..Yeah..You see us |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
(Prodigy talking)
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Hold the f**k up. We gon' take this little intermission, listen to what the f**k I got to say ya know? I been doin this shit for years; holdin' heat, sellin, using, abusing all types of drugs. Robbin' niggas, runnin up in niggas' cribs, ya know? The whole shit. So don't ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other niggas that you might see on TV, or hear on the radio and such, ya know what I'm sayin? I mean this is me, P. I'm speakin from my f**kin self. When you see me at a show, on stage or on the street, I definetely got the gat on me, know what I'm sayin? Knowaimean? (sniffs) And it aint like I'm tryin to be a tough guy, or I'm tryin to make people think I'm crazy by sayin all this shit. What it is that, I know how niggas gets down, aight? I used to be in the clubs, the music tunnel or whatever-the-f**k. They used to get they little drink on, havin fun wit their little crew, knowatimsayin? Start cuttin or shootin or whateva. Things like that. Lotta these so called rap niggas aint never seen no parts of that shit, knowatimsayin? Dig where I'm comin from? Word up, yo. And I know a lot of ya'll niggas, matter fact all ya'll niggas right now listenin to this shit like "Yeah, yeah we gon' see them Mobb Deep niggas. We gon' see what they about. Knowatimsayin? Touch where they head is at." Yo, I'll let ya'll niggas know right now yaknowwatimsayin you aint gotta waste yo time or yo money on ya hospital bills. If you step to me on a personal level, I don't back down easy knowatmsayin there's a good chance ya ass is either gon' get shot, stabbed, or knuckled down, one out of the three. So don't gamble wit ya life, du'. Word up. And believe me, I know very well I can get shot, stabbed, or f**ked up too, whatever. I aint super-nigga I'm a lil skinny mothaf**ker. It's all about who gets who first though, knowaimsayin? So therefore, say no more, to all my niggas get the money, frontin' niggas get deceased. And oh yeah.. to all them rap ass niggas wit ya half assed rhymes talkin bout how much you get high, how much weed you smoke and that crazy space shit that don't even make no sense: don't ever speak to me when you see me, knowaimsaying? Word. Imma have to get on some ol' high school shit, start punchin niggas in they face just for livin. Yo, I'm finnished what I had to say, ya'll can continue on. |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
(feat. 50 Cent)
(Prodigy) Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money, for the two thou' Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now? Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched But I rather be hands on with that son Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon (Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy)) Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks But they ain't like this (the Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you Why they call us this (the Infamous) We own the streets - who basically control This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit! (Havoc) We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack, since '86 We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier We last more longer than them; more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen P got the most now; our guns are the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head That we're not the most likely to pop off kid (Hook) (Prodigy) Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools We was beasting, little young heaven I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death In the palm of my hands, fiending But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing And I hope they stop breathing Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man They don't waste no time, they want answers Even if you're still bleeding Homey I'm on the fleezy I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy! (Hook) |
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from Mobb Deep - Put 'Em In Their Place (2006)
(feat. 50 Cent)
(Prodigy) Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money, for the two thou' Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now? Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched But I rather be hands on with that son Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon (Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy)) Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks But they ain't like this (the Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you Why they call us this (the Infamous) We own the streets - who basically control This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit! (Havoc) We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack, since '86 We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier We last more longer than them; more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen P got the most now; our guns are the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head That we're not the most likely to pop off kid (Hook) (Prodigy) Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools We was beasting, little young heaven I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death In the palm of my hands, fiending But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing And I hope they stop breathing Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man They don't waste no time, they want answers Even if you're still bleeding Homey I'm on the fleezy I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy! (Hook) |
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from Mobb Deep - Best In The Bizness (2008)
(feat. 50 Cent)
(Prodigy) Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money, for the two thou' Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now? Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched But I rather be hands on with that son Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon (Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy)) Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks But they ain't like this (the Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you Why they call us this (the Infamous) We own the streets - who basically control This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit! (Havoc) We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack, since '86 We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier We last more longer than them; more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen P got the most now; our guns are the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head That we're not the most likely to pop off kid (Hook) (Prodigy) Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools We was beasting, little young heaven I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death In the palm of my hands, fiending But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing And I hope they stop breathing Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man They don't waste no time, they want answers Even if you're still bleeding Homey I'm on the fleezy I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy! (Hook) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Yeah, say it (say it) uh-huh I'm the illest Yeah, yo I gotta be a ill nigga, with no denyin How the FUCK I get this crowd movin without even tryin? Made it out the projects, against all odds Went from, ridin these trains to coppin expensive cars And even so, all this shit don't make me better than y'all It only means that I work harder than the average nigga Never sat around for handouts, I watched and observed Then quickly rubbed my eyes, if my vision got blurred I coulda sold drugs (yea yea) 'til I got bagged and jailed Out of sight, out of mind, niggaz locked feel me like braille (Feel me) While everybody was chillin I was broke like a motherfucker, loyal to my vision Knowin that I'd be on top or somewhere close to it Nigga, my livin quarters'll be the thing to prove it! And vowed once I got there to never ever lose it Let my, head get big and slack off on my music I'm the illest! (Chorus: Havoc) "We done seen it all, done been through it all yo" -> Prodigy I'm the illest "Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real" -> P No doubt, cause I'm the illest "We done seen it all, done been through it all yo" Cause I'm the illest "Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real f'real" (Havoc) You know I.. Come through with that seven-four pound I Voice activated, know these whities just hate it Thinkin I'm a drug dealer, how else could he cake it? BITCH, my shit legit, plus I invested in stocks So if this rap dough stop (yea) the show won't stop (uh-uh) Believe me there's more ways than a few to make it pop (word) You gotta have it in you, bring it out once it's needed (yea) Be strategic, live it shit it and breathe it I won't stop 'til I'm famous, hostin shows with Regis (that's right) It's my world, my game won't be defeated (C'mon, give it to me give it to me) Keep them checks comin, thoughts flowin Words blowin, hoes goin, Havoc always holdin First one to fuck in back of the Porsche truck Lord knows how many babies that chick coughed up If you asked my enemies they would say it was all luck That's why you see, mixed emotion when my name's brought up Cause I'm the illest (Chorus) (Havoc) Yo, you know you ill when you can kill two birds (yea) With one stone alone and slowly emerge From the deep depths of jealousy and envy's domain Make chips then stash for the days it rain Never cry and survive the pain (that's right) Though shit looked impossible, to an, eye untrained Nothin to lose, and know the game, be proud of yourself Remind yourself, say it to yourself, say it I'M THE ILLEST (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Yeah
Uhh, no doubt, son, word up (Havoc) Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns They probably got the phone tap so I won't speak long Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on It's all messed up, somebody's snitchin on the crew And word is on the street is they got pictures of you Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep axin on your whereabouts, so where d'you sleep? They said they just wanna question you bet me and you know that once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so It's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin low Once in a blue I check ta see how ya doin I know you need loot so I send it thru Western Union They probably knock down the door in the middle of the night, sometimes around four Hopin to find who they're lookin for but they want ta see All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed But worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hell Harder for brothers to get their thug on but oh well Son, they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks Oh, you heard who did what and why I don't this shit So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin crazy From windows I see lights flashin and maybe somebody's takin pictures You know who that be, police lovers and neighbourhood snitches They put up *?pertice?* so everybody's pointin fingers and lyin, aiyo son, the temp is risin Chorus: The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin The temperature's risin, huh and nothin's surprisin The temperature's risin, huh and there's nothin surprisin The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin) (Prodigy) What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at On the flow from the cops or wings on your backs That snitch nigga gave police your location We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone They really fear you, when you was at home you was pale That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail By the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked up tried to hussle, where along the lines your plan slipped up Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the Ac Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep Wonderin who snitched and got me losin lots of sleep at night, you know my mouth is tight I never sang to the cops cos that shit ain't right Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack Damn, why the situation go down like dat? It'll be a long time before the heat dies down In a couple of years, fool we'll see you around But til then maintain and keep ya story the same The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth Is it a chance ya case'll get thrown out cos they ain't got no proof To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy Deliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the river Make sure it's safe to the bottom Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got em But still, but still, but still...... Chorus x3 (Surprisin) *repeat to fade* |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Prodigy]
And here we go again Y'all callin in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh? Nigga I will kill your bitch Then f**k her and make you watch We do thangs, like raid spots Probably catch you on the Hummer, just give you my glock (Here) Or most likely in the club, we gon' give you them knots This is what gangsters dance to, or turn to a thug party Once we step foot in the bitch, it's on again Outside we got them boxy trucks Hoes wanna jump, cause of that Benz emblem The hoe say she wanna ride in the shit with the horse logo I got her out of her panties and boom boom And I done left bitches out in the boonies Frontin on that pussy, leave bodies wherever Niggaz tryin to kill me? [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, we livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong.. [Havoc] No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef Talkin all that bullshit but it's the hammer that roast If your shit ain't clappin off then you sure to lose Aiyyo the streets don't give a f**k about you For you ain't bendin the rules Come around lookin icey then you runnin the jewels Nigga you ain't gotta like me, homey get your food ate The whole plate, rip a fella ear to ear I'm talkin his whole face And scream my name, cause it hold weight You cowards are jealous Glass slipper wearin niggaz we call 'em Cinderellas Gonna be a slug shower and there ain't a umbrella that can help you protect that ass from gettin wet I can see it in your eyes, your bitch ass is pet Home team I'ma promise and you cowards ain't a threat Introduce a fella to death, in the form of chrome Nigga, now you in the danger zone [Chorus] [P] Aiyyo thug life we still livin it |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from from these streets that we done took You could run but you can't hide forever You walkin witcha head down scared to look You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixin vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death I'm fallin and I can't turn back My goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Yo, yo Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we livin this til the day that we die) (survival of the fit only the strong..) [Havoc] When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know As long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God But shit happens for a reason You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult Wild on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt My crew's all about loot Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell You better realizeWe livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (the strong survive) (Thug life, we still livin it) Look in the eyes and get wise Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from from these streets that we done took You could run but you can't hide forever You walkin witcha head down scared to look You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixin vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death I'm fallin and I can't turn back My goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Yo, yo Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we livin this til the day that we die) (survival of the fit only the strong..) [Havoc] When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know As long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God But shit happens for a reason You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult Wild on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt My crew's all about loot Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell You better realizeWe livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (the strong survive) (Thug life, we still livin it) Look in the eyes and get wise Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
featuring Big Noyd
Havoc Its kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring Brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing Stuck Contemplating on who I can trust But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed But that's why I stick with my duns like I stick with the guns Don't get mad Rip your hun concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real reefer or not Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib Gem Star, double edge apply pressure Shave em down, Blow marks right through your mecca want to be a thug, now you got the thug look, Stick em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push God-Body, With a rubber grip black shotti Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies A dossage, hand delivered, without postage Bring it to your door step quick on short notice Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Brockite Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life Hook (2x)Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me.. (Street Life) Big Noyd This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues This is real, this is ill street news How he gone, and left his moms mind struck Now his brother ain't giving a fuck Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that I want you to rest black, cause you better belive Noyd gon handle that Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them I ain't no killer, you know me But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my co-d And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means I never been clean Nigga, my whole click got dirty >From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves Nigga you heard me Its Gangsta Hook 2x Prodigy Vision the canvas I paint a picture Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga But mines is more ghetto more guns More drugs, mostly thugs All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out Jumped off the roof to his death its real Hand Ball walls displayed with are-I-P murials Those who sling, play the shadows by the building Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke The sun set looks beautiful over the projects What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off Street life Hook 2x |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that
I don't got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin' back You can have me a P.O. absolute and it's a rap It's a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped No, I won't say your name 'cause it just put you on the map And I ain't, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that Shorty love the way I swing my game, I got a better bat Know I'm lethal with this rap shit, c'mon baby holla back Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain't no stoppin' that I don't sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap Spit a verse,then I eventually watch the cheddar stack I'm shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like it's a got to get slack This a standin' ovation for homey with a Tek clap F that, we takin' over baby and that's that Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can't stand rap I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me Yeah, gun powder resi' on the sleeve of my Pele I had to burn my leather and toss 'My Buddy' Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly I had to cut the ringer like, "Fuck e'rybody" Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali Lay low for a month or so gettin' very high Where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones Back on the East Coast I bury now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it So niggaz started grillin' me Like they was gon' take my things So I assumed I had to set it Now it's blood splashed all on the ice in my jewelery They don't know who did it 'cause I did it smoothly Take my ass back to Queens, it's not like I look for trouble It seems trouble always finds me, then I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me Look, I got tons of old beef and a brand new forty A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me A high-priced lawyer just in case a nigga snap And can't take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap A horrible splatter in a matter of a second Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it My crew greater, yeah, I'm talkin' to you hater I'm too major, two-tone blue gator New blazer, big gun, little razor So raise up, that ain't how your momma raised ya They wire-tappin' to hear somethin', they ear-hustlin' They won't bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him It's nothin', there's more 'mati's at the spot One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot Stash box, with the nine magnum with a wop I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
We shot the motherfuckin pack, yo
Yo, to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized We cook the shake move the weight across the tri-state Them jooks niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger My Infamous Mobb get on they job The truth gets revealed like you W. Fard Some sheisty New York niggaz, thirsty for chedda You shinin', you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater Keepin this rap fans like crack fiends Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda Albums of G-packs sellin cross far waters My Mobb pits is like dime bricks Satisfaction, guaranteed real shit Rapper Noyd, we meet you at the top kid And once we all on top, ain't no stoppin it I'm headstrong, at peace with myself like Islam You stupid, a hundred niggaz form around me Like forcefield pull out and use gun like shield The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?) Patiently watchin waitin for a come up Get your spot took, we rob land like white man Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand Motherfucker *Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy Still shinin', still climbin *Repeat Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son Nine six to the motherfuckin year two G The Mobb got it locked with the Master keys Word life combination to the safe it's on Get that loot motherfucker spread love well you warned The forty-first got the heat, for them niggaz that thirst Yes devine nine shine put that ass in line Regulate, I'm only here just to take what's mine Must hit combine, dangerous minds Dunn bust the outline A half a man generatin grands Kid you know how I go only fuck with fam That's why you're lookin from the outside in, wonderin How we bubblin, hustlin, break you days in Grimy motherfuckers, gettin info from your baby's mother Got her pillow talkin while that ass was sleepwalkin So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live You better be on point when you walk in the rest Your broke ass probably don't got a vest So I suggest change your location is best Because I'm comin through army fatigue dressed Blessed with hollow tips yes, to burn through your dirty ass Guess Yes, still shinin', still climbin Hey yo, yo Tommy, word break the fuck off what is you tryin? His faggot ass cats'll get capped for even tryin You tried to confront me, but only faced iron From holes to your shirt like Jamaican clothes Fuck the miss, the science of numbers is how I live If we ain't gettin mathetmatics somethin got to give Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live is no way to live, resort to Plan B Start to stickin, strong-arm robbery and ice pickin It's sneak vickin, it's cold outside I think it's past time for me to grab the clapper and take mine You follow what I'm sayin it's like leadin the blind Tryin to voice a clear picture of this life of crime You slow learners'll understand in due time Up the ladder of success with tecs, we tryin to eat and put that fly shit on my back, and bless my feet With some new and improved, spectate or make a move Hesitate or regulate it's on you Crime nigga yo *Repeat (x4) What? Nine six motherfucker, The Infamous |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
Havoc: Everybody wanna use the name Soundin' all lame Prodigy: We come up in the party with them shanks and things Havoc: Have you curled up on the floor Feelin' the pain Prodigy: And nine times out ten we ain't even start the shit We finish it Then they wanna press charges Havoc: Plus everybody and their mother wanna act tough 'Till they discover how fast a nigga leave them under white covers Prodigy: Was a thumper Till he met the 40 thunder Havoc: Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother It's fucked up Prodigy: That's how the ball bounce Havoc: The cookie crumbles Prodigy: That's what the guns do Dead you On the humble Havoc: But god fogive me niggas tryin to hit me What I'm supposed to do You talk about my life And a nigga got a lot to loose Prodigy: So I Tuck the heaters Then proceed to move We a mob for real You an example (Chorus) You should spread love not war Cause my shit is poppin And I'd be god damned if you shot me You need to spread love not war Cause you wont feel safe Comin out your crib, knowin that we got beef You should spread love not war Just think about your kids How they need you alive for they're guidance You need to spread love not war Cause death hurts whole families Imagine it's your moms that grieves (Havoc) Two in the neck Yes you will, if you not feelin me yet Outta respect Can't stand it man, you niggas is set Sweatin hard ain't do shit But run your list When a nigga get confronted All he do is take the fifth Not the long, talk about the four Niggas is raw You ain't know, now you know Leakin down on the floor Never a need for my words Believe what you heard Never flash a gat and go bust it That shit is absurd Cause I be right back To my brother say word You got to drive, no doubt I cock it bein tougher for herbs Cause the Plot is power An I do it for hours Won't save me for a minute Till I move on you cowards Direct Drama to us Infamous be the ones and we rowdy Million dollar ballad Make an album, get classes (Chorus) (Prodigy) Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B B-D-E-E-P Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's My dunns come through with the big long chains Plus we got bullets, to blow your brains Niggas learn when they feel the pain Know what I'm sayin? Straight like that Standin ovation with max We clap niggas for less Splash niggas for laughs Shift the game Raise your odds I need 93 thousand for 16 bars Put out the movie, the hoods rush the stores 700 thousand from out the doors We the most thorough Need I say more? The hoes love the morgue Cause we so raw Handcuff you whore When P come through the scene Glowin like a black light on white clothing (Chorus 2x) You should spread love not war Cause my shit is poppin And I'd be god damned if you shot me You need to spread love not war Cause I don't give a fuck (echoing) You should spread love not war |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
<i>[Havoc]</i>
C'mon, yeah yo, it's all about the murders and the killings Bitches they catch feelings, niggaz mixin' Business with pleasure won't measure, will it? Summer's my home skillet, just came home from penet' I tried to look out for him, now I can't fuck with him He had distorted vision, thought I ain't deserve this How he the streets, and I ain't put no work in Nigga I ain't lock you and take all your years You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made I ain't complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid Yeah I'm up, boilin' blood to see me bust Even worse they ask for help, like I'm the Red Cross I don't knock niggaz when they down, I try to lift 'em But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em Can't happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw) It's a ten year road, but niggaz ain't tryin' to hear it <i>[Hook: Havoc - 2X]</i> Orders that we makin', they be takin' too easy Niggaz can't get any money cause they palms so greasy Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be Niggaz better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely <i>[Prodigy]</i> You listenin' to the world's most Infamous This is different than what you used to Them other niggaz, they ain't killin' it We come through militant, niggaz be grillin' it Screwin' up they face, but my adrenaline Is at a maximum, I can't be touched Just as soon niggaz move, niggaz get tore up We so confidant in ourselves, it's not fair While you still tryin' to overcome your childhood fears We settin' up shop, takin' over the blocks In e'ry hood, e'ry boy, and e'ry girl gon' cop Now we chillin' in, new airplanes and Rolls Royces My watch is my president - and guess who's the first lady? Yeah, my big fat princess cut She a little overweight, but I love her so much So charged up right now, you niggaz better stop If I squeeze we gon' breeze to the top of the charts <i>[Hook: Havoc - 2X]</i> |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never As we continue on With more of this drama for yo' ass {"She asked me why.."} You niggaz always startin somethin and beefin with rappers, why our music so violent and so dramatic, where's the love? Why y'all go so much static Is it real for real or all for sales? I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick" We been gettin burned like the Waco kids I don't need to diss rappers for recognition You better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik You can't be SE-RIOUS We created this drama shit, we set the trend We taught you niggaz bout diamonds and guns And numerous ways we choose to earn funds We veterans, we got a decade of albums Niggaz done came and went, and we still poppin Our name is carved in stone Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so (Chorus) Let us solidify this - what's that? We been solidified this - but of course! Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh-huh They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course! We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man! Who do it better than us? - c'mon man! Who continue to bang and bump? That's right {"She asked me why.."} (Havoc) I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice without the headlights, case niggaz know my whereabouts Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice, put up the crib Won't sweat if I lose, bet your ass won't live to collect this splurge of mines, never that I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse with hammers Hit your mans up if they press the issue Some dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7 Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friend Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits Make no difference my nigga, we handle business So please with the questions they right in, front of your face Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so (Chorus) (Prodigy) Nigga that you used to click with turned on you Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in jewels at the video shoot? I tell you this boo-boo: My stick-o's still my stick-o My stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm) You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb? You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off (Havoc) Believe nothin that you hear and only half of what you see Niggaz never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat Niggaz wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet Niggaz butches on they records but they never handle beef Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your P.O. Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O. Fuckin right, I'm a man of the people but I will kill you If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get real dude (so) (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that
Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed Keep thinkin' its a game get your man tooks I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook Blood money album drop, hell broke loose All the drama ain't no tellin' who I'm gonna shoot Check my motherfuckin' resume Catch Hav where the motherfuckin' cheddar be Slide through with your own risk Chain gat on the train with your low bitch Tears drop cause death is a tear jerker Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder It's foul how they took out Tookie All this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie Smoke it, mmm, that's a slow toke Liquor for the homies, gonna small toast I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I smoke that nigga like a purple stick Smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp Elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is Plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep Put the pipe down, pick up the CD, in a hood near you We got all the things, they sell they couch and they TVs Just so they can get a few tokes of the dope New shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin' new laws So they can ban us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck Twisted, twisted and they throwin' up, they nauseous Because it the Porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing We got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone And love when we re-up I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, sqeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no |
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from Mobb Deep - Best In The Bizness (2008)
It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort My nigga Ski got it under control And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits And represent the hood I rep on my hits On a song I talk about drugs and money Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy. |
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from Mobb Deep - Best In The Bizness (2008)
It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort My nigga Ski got it under control And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits And represent the hood I rep on my hits On a song I talk about drugs and money Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy. |
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from Mobb Deep - Best In The Bizness (2008)
It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort My nigga Ski got it under control And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits And represent the hood I rep on my hits On a song I talk about drugs and money Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy. |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
(Intro)
Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda) [Prodigy] I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official Queensbridge murderers the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew is feather weight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another nigga deceased, another story gets told it ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas why they still alive I don't know, go figure meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation if I die I couldn't choose a better location when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation getting closer to God in a tight situation now, take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one [Havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid you talk a good one but you don't want it sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' get that loot kid, you know my function cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin' Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (we live the live that of diamonds) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks.. livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one (Outro) Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side (he's just a shook one) keepin' it real (you know) Queens get the money... |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
(Intro)
Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda) [Prodigy] I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official Queensbridge murderers the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew is feather weight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another nigga deceased, another story gets told it ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas why they still alive I don't know, go figure meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation if I die I couldn't choose a better location when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation getting closer to God in a tight situation now, take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one [Havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid you talk a good one but you don't want it sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' get that loot kid, you know my function cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin' Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (we live the live that of diamonds) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks.. livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one (Outro) Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side (he's just a shook one) keepin' it real (you know) Queens get the money... |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Hey, yo, to all the killers
And the hundred dollar billers For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness We be the infamous, you heard of us Official Queens bridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped with warfare Beware of my crime family Who got 'nuff shots to share For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face Stab your brain with your nosebone You're all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' And keep them shook crews runnin' Like they supposed to They come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playa Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story gets told It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation Getting closer to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one Throw you hands up, throw your hands up Throw you hands up, throw your hands up For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life Ain't no time for hesitation That only leads to incarceration You don't know me, there's no relation Queens bridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind Son, I'm bigga than those Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold And when the smoke clears You'll be left with one in your dome Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid You talk a good one, but you don't want it Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts Front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live Stay in a child's place, kid you out of line Criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin' Get that loot kid, you know my function 'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal And once I get on I'ma put on on my people React mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin' Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Verse 1 : Prodigy
Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born Chorus (x2) : I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you [Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3) Verse 2 : Havoc Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Chorus Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember Verse 4 : Big Noyd My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Verse 1 : Prodigy
Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born Chorus (x2) : I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you [Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3) Verse 2 : Havoc Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Chorus Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember Verse 4 : Big Noyd My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |
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from With H - Doo Wop (2004)
Verse 1 : Prodigy
Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born Chorus (x2) : I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you [Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3) Verse 2 : Havoc Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Chorus Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember Verse 4 : Big Noyd My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
[Prodigy] I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men unload ten in braw day light get right fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike u try to stop mines from growin I make your blood stop flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics lying to the pop dog like u got it you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower rusty shank holder we live this shit [Chorus]2X [Havoc] it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...) bump it in the clubs shit have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....] drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut have a nigga OD but it's never enough [Prodigy] Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs are you the same too goin through the emotions of gun holdin long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was 7 yo I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!] I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right grand open some gates invest in the rap business do things for the kids[the little duns] build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please don't make me have to risk my freedom we worked our whole life for this you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real] Chorus 1X [Prodigy] It go 1,2,3 to the 4th that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible servin' hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sup with top rap reps all across we board move diligent you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission 1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's 1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats so I can put more product out on the street get respect and love all across the board we've been endured for keepin it raw nothin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll Chorus 2X |
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from Mobb Deep - Murda Muzik (1999)
[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men unload ten in braw day light get right fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike u try to stop mines from growin I make your blood stop flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics lying to the pop dog like u got it you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower rusty shank holder we live this shit [Chorus]2X [Havoc] it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...) bump it in the clubs shit have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....] drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut have a nigga OD but it's never enough [Prodigy] Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs are you the same too goin through the emotions of gun holdin long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was 7 yo I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!] I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right grand open some gates invest in the rap business do things for the kids[the little duns] build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please don't make me have to risk my freedom we worked our whole life for this you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real] Chorus 1X [Prodigy] It go 1,2,3 to the 4th that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible servin' hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sup with top rap reps all across we board move diligent you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission 1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's 1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats so I can put more product out on the street get respect and love all across the board we've been endured for keepin it raw nothin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll Chorus 2X |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
*Almost Talkin' At The Same Time*
[Havoc] Fuck it kid, whattup Queens in this motherfucker (Tell you I'm bangin tonight kid) (Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there) [Prod] Queensbridge in the house, aiyyo wordup [Havoc] Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son (Whattup Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin Boo?) [Ty] Whattup whattup? [Havoc] Where Twins and them at yo? (The fattie's bangin!) [Ty] I don't know (damn!) [Ty] I think Twins laid up [Havoc] Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessee Son I want two Henessee's yo! Straight yo, word up man! *chaos* Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man! Hey, fuck you! What? What the fuck, what? Think they killers or somethin man Ay fuck you money, whattup kid *more chaos* Verse 1 : Prodigy I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection in scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And wilding, a Q-U soldier From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10 And rather live the life of crime With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two It's live Boo start shit too wild for you Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down And when you outta town represent your ground Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from Queens; leavin niggaz done Son Chorus 1 The Mobb gets hectic Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (3X) Verse 2 : Havoc & Prodigy As we sling on the corners like we always do Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit I'm living large pushin luxury cars Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred Permanently bed-ridden And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in As I walk around the streets Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields You got drama run for shelter for real Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this Wet em up with the Mac scratch em off my list Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it Til you bumped heads with the Havoc Ain't nuttin soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat Chorus 2 : We gets hectic Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic (2X) Verse 3 : Prodigy Everything is real inside my mind; these days you can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime A lifetime of street living Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given But wilding ain't the way to be living You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering Or locked up, caught inside the beast Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down not far from home And at the same time on the outside I'm representing Still packin heat make you cowards keep stepping Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie I could move the crowd poppin slugs in the sky Why come around if you afraid of what's over here My man Havoc put the bug in my ear On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer Real like an innocent child that turn killer It's thing like that that only makes things iller and makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer [It's] only facts coming out of my mouth feeds As far as I can see these streets is getting sour Q, U, too much drama to get into And niggaz regret when they begin to Regardless of your name or what you been through Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude Life ain't the game that it seems to be Fuck a fantasy I'm leaving in reality Caught up in this untouchable mentality Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed Watchin all the slow runners pass by me I can see through you, due to, my Queens education Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation The Foundation, the Queens nation Outro : Together Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic Word up Shaolin, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic Word up kid The B.K., the shit is for real we abouts to get hectic KnowhatI'msayin? (No doubt!) And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world kid Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party UHH KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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from Mobb Deep - Put 'Em In Their Place (2006)
Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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from Mobb Deep - Put 'Em In Their Place (2006)
Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me, pray for me (yeah) Pray for me just pray for me (It's over nigga) [Lil' Mo (Prodigy):] Living life with all this thuggness, destrction this violence You know it (yeah, you know, understand this) My projects I'm a rep to the fullness I'm always gon' be infamous (It's over, it's over) Untill the day he layin' me down to rest (You dead, You dead) When I'm in this world Just pray for me ( you can't stop it) [Prodigy] The Invicible infamous mobb deep nigga fuck you If you touch one of my dunns I'll buck you You ain't got nuts enough to come through You a punk bitch ass nigga you soft duke And get back at my niggas for them gun wounds I'm a young rich ass nigga who love to Show you how a nigga get his lights blew Teach you the mystery GOD and murk you Burry you mother fuckers in the ce-ment Miss a post of that nigga in the pre-cent Should of known my niggas don't play with stunts While party with the pretty little cu-tties Should of shot back but you got your dome cut You'll be fertilizing the dirt for new trees Fucking with the mobbsters out in Q.B Nigga you get hung for that shit that your mouth speak Bitch ass nigga [Chorus: Lil' Mo & (Havoc), {together}] Just Pray for me (when I'm out in the world) Just pray for me (And if you down for whatever) {You'll wait for me} (I got these cowards out) {tryin to lay for me} [And they making me] So just pray for me (And I can see it in thier eyes) {their affraid of me} (Homeboy I ain't the one) {You mistaken me} (While you ratting and snaking me) (They making me, so just pray for me) We them niggas that pull them things out [Havoc] Niggas talk too much need to shut mouth A lose lip will sink a niggas ship for real Then act all suprise when they get killed Got two fellonies, but take a chance still My life comes first fuck a record deal Move that crowd, direct with steel For a medicine when niggas act ill Be easy the way that you approach me The H-A-V the O the C Didn't see it coming but he got his plug pulled That chicks shiesty don't go by what looks good We in the ear, trust she heard that Fake gangstas I can see right through them Cross that line and get your life ruined Why you loving him all my niggas tap that [Lil' Mo] Living life with all this thuggness, destrction this violence My projects I'm a rep to the fullness I'm always gon' be infamous You know it Untill the day he layin' me down to rest Just pray for me When I'm in this world [Chorus: Lil' Mo & (Havoc), {together}] Just Pray for me Just pray for me (And if you down for whatever) (when I'm out in the world) {You'll wait for me} (I got these cowards out) {tryin to lay for me} [And they making me] So just pray for me (And I can see it in thier eyes) {their affraid of me} (Homeboy I ain't the one) {You mistaken me} (While you ratting and snaking me) (They making me, so just pray for me) [Lil' Mo sings] When I'm out in the world And if you down for whatever Just pray for me You'll wait for me I got these cowards out tryin to lay for me And I can see it in thier eyes their affraid of me And they making me So just pray for me Homeboy I ain't the one you mistaken me While you ratting and think your snaking me They making me, so just pray for me
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from Hardball (하드볼) by Mark Isham [ost] (2001)
Uh-huh (Yeah) Yo
It's this little shorty, knowhaI'mean It's real (It's like it's rough) What I'm supposed to do ya'know (It's real rough baby) Yo, (Hold ya head, hold ya head dunn) Yeah [Havoc] It's bad enough I gotta grow up the fast way These things going on got me thinkin they the last days Tryin to come up, but shorty with a plan Doin my best but can't see the promise in my land These older cats wildin out over turf dog I'm caught in the middle and it can't get worse Just the other day I saw my homie wheeled off in a hearse So used to it, it don't even hurt My heart's numb, guess that's the Dunn Dunn Can't speak on it, 'less you been where I come from Stuck like bubble gum with no help from anyone Moms got four others -- my four younger brothers We're not supposed to do the tender age of ten Dog, we're in the same boat I can't turn to my friends Fore I lay me down to sleep pray to God that I'll see the next day And do my best, hope these streets don't get me CHORUS: Havoc (Prodigy) 2x (It's real) Keep that park open Baby I just wanna play (Uh-huh) Keep that park open Baby I just wanna play (No doubt) Keep that park open Baby I just wanna play (That's right) Keep that park open Baby I just wanna play [Prodigy] Yo' baby, I'm strugglin for crumbs, survivin the unheard of Growin up amongst the violence and drugs Growin up against the world and such (Uh-huh) We the young black future of the world and plus We the team that'll crush anybody you bring We the one that's gon' hold it down, it's no thing no sweat It barely take no strength, you cowards ain't built for this (And it's real) All we wanna do is hit the park Play all day and night without a care in the world But it's drama in my hood, sho' it's hard to chill You gotta stay on point and sharp as hell Dunn, we just wanna have fun I just wanna be with my dawgs, cuz we all we got Don't why it is, but that's how it is I just wanna be with my clique cuz that's where I fit CHORUS [Havoc] (It's real) Where do I turn to, who do I console in? I know I'm just a shorty but I want my wrist frozen nice As I sat and thought many a nights I could do the right thing or get read my rights It's life, in the hood Everything that look, it ain't I stole base, now I'm runnin from home plate Runnin from jake, sweat runnin down my face And I can pay for every move I make [Prodigy] Just enjoy your youth, you only live once Lil' dunn control yourself, learn discipline And show some respect for others Shit is serious on the street, you playin with fire Concentrate on yourself and don't follow nobody Hit them school books, so you ain't gotta borrow no money These is jewels for you that you gon' wear forever From us to y'all, now listen up to pa CHORUS 2x [Woman singer] Mothers child Has to go and travel into the wild Lord she had a heavenly sky Sweet saint he Lord Thank you God [Repeat] |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
Yeah
Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose It's been along time comin' I done paid my dues Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news I know a lot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to Around the same time KRS was writin' Black Cop I was busy tryin' to pump cracks in the black blocks Poppin' shit to my homeys about how my gat pop Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock P ninety hold ten but I had six shots I used to walk around with it and risk gettin' knocked I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my hand Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you take a good look and look into my face And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space Som' I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to clean my slate And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin' The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson And clean my act up and go straight to perfection Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven Start everything from everything from heads to the worries And had half the hood damn near wanted to mirk us Found myself askin' God what the fuck is my purpose You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now homey if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates Tell the boss man we got beef And tell his only son, I'm a see him when I see him And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie For leavin' us out to dry on straight poverty For not showin' me no signs they watchin' over me Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit Nigga show me where the cash at The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits Man my life is painful, pray to angels I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin' Ain't nobody gon' save you In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit We dealin' within, these survival times Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood |
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from Mobb Deep - The Infamous (1995)
Intro/Chorus:
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do? *repeat x3* Verse 1: Prodigy, Havoc Every day of my life since 11-2-74 on the street makin non-stop CREAM galore Packin heat, stickin up weed stores and more Collectin interest off of extortions to settle my score It gets deeper when things get real I'm down to stickin out West Bank for my mill And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of Park South Well I'll be outside slingin, you're always high And don't come around to the crossroads of life We're to the death, you and me, this beef for eternity I'm goin out to the fullest extent So far into my troubles it's hard for me to get back to my everyday self and composure Catch you when you open then I bring you to a closure Put ice on a razor and freeze ya when ya shelter I went for ya grill but you dent from my *?rolder?* I know this kid who says he knows ya because of that Now I know where ya lay ya hat at and that's that Say no more, I put it on you while you was yawning Murder without warning the very next morning Once we step thru the door, party over, that's the endin You and your crew'll leave out, a bunch of dead men Bump me and I'll bump you back You ain't tough black, niggas like you just get their life jacked But I'ma cool nigga til you push me thru the limit But try ta play me and ya ass I get up all in it Don't try to cop please now son, it's dead and done (I gave you fair warning) So run and get your guns It's on, time to show em how I perform My attitude'll transform, leave you dead plus wrong Gettin the flow within, representin for Queens Shit is real, why you hopin that it's all a dream But you can't wake up, wettin a chest you bless Chokin off your own blood, don't blame me you brought your own death Chorus: Aiyo Noyd, it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Verse 2: Big Noyd, Prodigy My beeper kept beepin, the other numbers started leakin 'Who is this on my mind?' I was thinkin Then I realised it was my dun playin 911 Once I seen the numbers I ran for the fuckin guns My dun in trouble, I be there on the double I jumped up in the bubble, yo kid where are you? (1-14 between Manhattan and Morningside Avenue) This happened just right out the blue Aiyo dun, fuck that bitch, tell her get off your dick (But she's cryin and she says she has feelins and shit) Yo it's a settup, them niggas got me fed up Ty stay in the buildin, if they move fuckin buck em Get up off the scene, you know what I mean? and hide yourself down with them other fuckin sixteen Glock and get off they block Then I hung up the cellular, ready to rock and it's on Yo, you get deaded in the streets, kid set it You gots no credit, fool you get wetted up with the semi-auto Mac double, love it 'Did he shoot eleven or twelve?' is what he wondered Nigga I got one more shot, you must be drinkin Put the heater to his head, watch him start blinkin 'Am I goin to heaven or hell?' is what he's thinkin Switch to a bitch as his life start sinkin down to a level of no return Pull out the heat cos when the slugs hit it definitely burns Now chill and think about your life for real Every member of my crew is livin life for real Got your self fucked into somethin that you couldn't finish Up against the fulliest squad and get diminished I'm from Q-U-E another E-N-S So why you small tough talk? I'm not impressed If I seen you in the Bridge, I'd make you undress give up the money, the polo especially the Guess Chorus: Big Noyd! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Havoc! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Black Ice! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Queensbridge! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew The Big Twins! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Ty! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Black! It's over, tell the rest of the crew My man Killer! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Germ! It's over, tell the rest of the crew Karate Joe! It's over, tell the rest of the crew Ron Gotti! It's over, tell the rest of the crew Karl Capone! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Rasheim! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Stobo! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Tena! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Skins! It's over, tell the rest of the crew And the whole fuckin projects! It's over, tell the rest of the crew It's over, tell the rest of the crew It's over, tell the rest of the crew Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Party's over, tell the rest of the crew The motherfuckin party's over, tell the rest of the crew Outro: Get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up Son get that nappy up Queens get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up *talkin to fade* |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Yo, yo, it's like this Dunn Uh-huh, yo Sittin back plottin on ways How we can get this money, we need us a payday Dig in my pocket, it's nuttin but change I dig deeper, but still comin up wit change So we, called our lawyers to fix this shit He said it's aight, we bout to be Free Agents Have patience, we can't though, we need paper Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump Shit that out, then tour for like six months but.. This can't be life, this can't be all there is for us We need more cream to splurge Thinkin back, how we used to pick herbs Me and Hav' in Manhattan, stickin up cowards for they wallets and Starter hats For anything worth somethin, we beat 'em out of that But fuck all that, we grown men, we need Porsches We need Porsche endorsements and more shit Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous I feel stressed though -- so I just hop in my truck for a drive Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive As I peel in my Jeep, turnin up this Goin through withdrawal cause man do I miss A pint of E&J, some haze, a twist Me and Hav' on a flight to Rome witcho' bitch Yes, that's my favorite shit But without the dollars it don't make sense So I, write that shit that grab you Hit up the studio, that's how we get paid in full YEAH - that's what we get paid to do The next contract we sign'll be monumental (Havoc) Uh-huh, yo.. sittin contemplatin on plans Like a bomb with a short fuse with this gat inside my hand I need paper, lookin at these stick-up kids Got me thinkin bout the previous things I did Gettin bent up, feelin fed up, whattup Dunny Stomach touchin, niggaz over here type hungry Waitin on my turn just got me hyper And impatient, maybe I might just Lurk with my forty-five, if you outside I advise yo' ass to hide We talk with the heat, lettin it spit Move out the way and you can STILL get hit They wonder why I'm riskin all this cash I made Put your feet in my shoes you gon' see it my way.. So niggaz wanna stunt it's cool My stomach never full, and I will eat your food (Prodigy) Aiyyo Hav', check this out You go to your girl house and I'll go to mines Cause my girl definitely mad it took us too long to do this album (Havoc) Yeah and call Chris Shapiro to make sure they triple that advance man (Prodigy) Aight, no doubt, don't forget we got a flight early tomorrow Gotta be on time (Havoc) No doubt, I'ma see you there my nigga Make sure you remind Noyd, to call Alchemist, and we good (Prodigy) Aight, no question son Aiyyo what happened to peace? .. {PEACE!!} ("celebration" skit follows) |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha) We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!) [50 Cent]: You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know how I do my thang) I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burnin that backwood Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho' I got the info you already know Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go I bang I shine I play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just lookin for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it |
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from Mobb Deep - Best In The Bizness (2008)
[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha) We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!) [50 Cent]: You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know how I do my thang) I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burnin that backwood Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho' I got the info you already know Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go I bang I shine I play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just lookin for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it |
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
Yeah man..you know...2002 man...approachin' 2003 man...where we takin' this man?...where we headed for the future man...whats the resolution? Wealth, health, and happiness nigga [Verse 1: (Prodigy)] keep me from runnin' 'round clappin' these niggas sometimes you gotta just handle your business fuck it, it's on me, rounds of shots for niggas punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars livin' like the pharoah Tut, I'm blessed with life so I breathe deep and give praise to the most high then I, get fresh for a new day I eat broccoli for breakfast and smoke my trees turn on the flat screen to C-Span prophecies comin' to pass I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that see the elite strength, attorney general slowly gettin' bills passed we gotta survive this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap. [Chorus (both)] I traveled the World, and been alot of places believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home and if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama? who's gonna clap that chrome? nobody like you, somebody like me when death I'm ready for it in Threes and me off point? c'mon now nigga please I'm paranoid, you know I'm burnin' those trees [Verse 2: (Havoc)] Saw alot of niggas die, some niggas survived and those that did did it by the skin of their hide dodgin' that long ride, the four-fifth aimed at 'em and knew to fall back when them slugs came at 'em on the real, for me to be here tellin' ya'll this is like dice, then I rolled that Four-Five-Six my Brother passed away, 24/7 I was bent and never lost ever since, though I took that big pinch drunk in my pain, alot of friends went and then came and those that stayed understood a nigga pain and for a niggas problems had noone to point the blame I was my own worst enemy goin' against the grain all this money plus family, shit wasn't that bad somewhere along the line them pieces had to get grabbed all you little shorties runnin' 'round like shits sweet just remember these words from the M-O-double-B. [Chorus] [Verse 3: (Littles)] I kiss my finger, cross my heart, I'ma make it out these dark days whether together or we part ways I got a promise to that boy tatted on my arm three strong, man, the heat's still lukewarm who can you trust when your friends wanna pop your safe? vision the days, hear the ghost whisper dogs we left in the past, brought back now here with us you let him stash in your place, now you watch his waist cross my heart, let the haze linger pour out a little liquor, knowin' God took a good nigga Thousand dollar slippers skirt from the scene he was just a worker, dog, you were his every dream I kissed his face like I never knew 'em it was me, once upon a time when life was ruined jumpin' out of bed, Thousand dollar slippers slidin' huggin' the now the mink rope chain sparklin' carpets. [Chorus]
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin Look down and see dry blood all on my garment It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill An eye for an eye you know my science of life Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids Kickin' rhymes that's true lies Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time After this you never will go back to that which Sit back an' write half ass shit The last official takin out the artificial Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal Mobb, remember the name it's been along That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin song Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit Bear witness to this diligent street cat I carry myself hold myself down in fact This one dedicated to my niggaz on run Holdin big gats go for your gun Prepare to crush them we trust none Man who ain't down with the clan The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck Boss I break your compass throw you way off course We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror Durable physically fit raps articulate You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous Still facinated by my ste Little P wanna be me, huh you no D *One time son you know we be the illest in this Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit Diamond on some H&R Block shit Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up What fuss on the bottom face slit up Yeah where you from I'm from here You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy Lit up the thai said riiiight! Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em Son was pro nine with the emblem Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out yer mental Jet in a boat with rims to mental *Repeat (x2) |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Mobb Deep-- Never Goin' Back [Havoc] Yo... Ain't no hard time invented that Havoc can't handle If cats only knew all the shit I been through Homicide, suicide, am I, losin my mind? Just, standin my ground keep it bottled up inside Asked about my life, no doubt had a tough one Practice what I preach Dunn, ride for my loved ones Been asked God why he put me on this earth, yo Niggaz just be settlin for crumbs Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse Not for nuttin Dunn, I want it all - can you blame me? Ten years later niggaz still in the slums How dumb, how come, with no outcome? Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace Strung off the next shit, dyin for they next shit And how about that, niggaz too grown for that I'm holdin it down, now where your head at? Yo : Mobb Deep ( ) I ain't goin back, I ain't lookin back Hell no black, I'm where the paper at I'm movin ahead, now how about that? long as I don't forget where I came from [Prodigy] We do it the Mobb way - leave em lookin like a strawberry My outlook on life is quite very - positive I'm a content fella If you insist, I'll be more than glad til his beef marriage until you tamper with my plans to go on further Fuck the hassle, it ain't worth my energy unless I must Me and you til death do us Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips That's my shit, do it like the old timers I use a wide holster, it's more discrete while I'm post up or in motion, most niggaz be floatin Don't even make eye contact, walkin Dunn, pay attention that's how niggaz die sooner Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper Watch my niggaz we'll jump when you least thought We came from the streets up, now we put G's up, so [Havoc] at my front door me receivin slugs? Yo, had time to think when just on the brink of death Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go How though no dough, please don't show and knows, their plot I hope they ass die slow like my man Twist said don't even see me when I blow Got, issue with my foes best believe I'ma solve em and laugh at your petty-ass problems Out the slums of Queens, came a bunch of young gun niggaz [Prodigy] The Infamous Mobb Deep with dreams, of one day makin it big Dirty Timbs, thirsty grins With they Live Nigga Rap music, hard liquor swigs Smile all up in your face then I break your chin Went platinum, now them niggaz writin scripts Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like.. |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Come on Yeah let me touch that son Yeah that's that Mobb shit right there (Havoc) MC behind the mic nigga You know I spit that fire (Verse 1 - Havoc) You know these guns like Narcotics Youngin put them to sleep Call me the broom The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street And any little thing y'all pussy to me Like ki's in a coke drought, double it chief, you fucking with me Said you gangsta? Shit laying dormant or something Cause you ain't killing nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all) You that same old nigga getting fucked in your mind By that raggedy ass bitch that you call a dime And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the time Out your rabbit ass mind you know I clap-clap-clap mine I know the rap's leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah) If I catch homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye Cut and slice Then let your man cut in your life Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here) You just a broke ass nigga knowing you don't got it Better get up off your ass and bump that (Chorus: repeat 2X) That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic) That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic) Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic) Getting backed up off that (Narcotic) (Prodigy) That's right That's right Check it out Hey yo, Its like (Verse 2 - Prodigy) Like I said Come through busting the gauge Huffing and puffing the haze Merck something for real I'm stuck in my ways Down for the murder and all that so come our way Down for the slaughter and down to pull a kamikaze Get nazi on niggaz like Wiley did to grandpapi You'll mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch The drama is all a movie You selling wolf tickets, I'm using guns loosely I'm not paranoid, I'm very truly Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps And snatch jewelry Murder braids throughly Fuck what color you flag I'll blast through your pagely Get a warning from me Blood still gotta drip I don't send death threats I produce the source bitch Polka dot skulls and holes through they headrest They wanna be dope, we give them a fix of this (Chorus - Starting with "That haze...") (Verse 3 - Havoc & Prodigy) Homey must got it confused Talking about he hitting me up Sounding like he sniffing that stuff Running his jib War with Hav' is like breaking a mirror Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years My nine slug will alter your mind state for real After that party like a nigga home off a pill You a grown ass nigga you can do what you feel Can't knock the way a nigga eat his meal We got garbage bags full of that (Narcotic) Smoke like the sun splash concert It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these streets of death Now finally, we getting our paper, yes We touched our first millions when we was just kids But now we 'bout to take this shit to new brackets GT Bentleys and new Benz's We gotta O.D. and make them say that shit is.. (Chorus - Starting with "That dope...") |
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
Is it real like niggaz claimin', "stay to this"
Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube a million dollars won't even put my feet in his shoes (check it out) Niggaz lose they life, hear as nature and niggaz die when...tryin', I'm gangsta, niggaz Straight pussy, I can smell that shit There's only one way that I can duse that shit Slugs comin' through, better move that shit He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that shit Them QB niggaz, too grimey for y'all We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song The 41st Side, and that love go long Niggaz screamin' out, "dunn" and we put y'all on... Chorus: Havoc (2x) So fuck y'all niggaz Buck y'all niggaz Ain't no way you can touch my niggaz Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggaz...my gats spittin' [Verse Two: Infamous Mobb] Aiyo You feel my niggaz when we come through, thuggin' it You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government I'm 13 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly You fuckin' with veterans who's better than us, The In-fa-mous, We crush crab niggaz to dust and sweep-o-mop When the heat raise up, ain't no ifs, ands, or buts The most scandalous, make your blood rush through your body like it ain't never did before We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all My spirit is torn My guns is long My team is strong We king kong niggaz when the heat is on And no matter if I'm wrong or right, believe me, I'm right If anythin |
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from Mobb Deep - 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 - Hell On Earth (1996)
Yo.. knahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin sittin gettin bent Watchin old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long time no hear from No doubt long time no see I heard you had a seed a baby girl and now she three What's up wit that cat, you know who your baby pops Slung rocks up top then heard he got knocked He home? Fuck dat nigga I'm on my own Matter fact got my own crib, plus I'm all alone Word? The bitch is bad; chill son she got me tempted Reminiscing the fatty, jumped in the ride I rented Rest Timbs, Mecca dice well presented Sippin E & J straight, was bent when I entered Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug She ain't she's a bitch, she back then and now its bugged Turned the VCR on, "Friday," my favorite flick Its hard for me to drink Alize (no doubt) I take a sip Got into convo, how you been over the years? Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true I'm not talkin about him, another dude Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him -- Word? Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not She said dont sweat it he don't got the top lock Tried to play it cool, but in my head shorty's wildin Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was with Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz Let me begin then explain I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed Stuck without a gat, now prepared for combat Gave the address, told my son there's more cats Be here in a second, big gats no half steppin They flippin on me talkin bout I never learn my lesson I laughed an additional hit them with the math Hung up the jack, while shorty soaked in the bath Played the living room, dozed off for a second When I woke up shorty was standing ass naked Make moves stepped to the room All this bullshit pussy better be good Threw off my Champion hood, slow motion All arm bent off the potion Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open It was over laid up in the cut I heard a thump, jumped up threw on my boxers Yo, what the fuck? All of a sudden I saw this black motherfucker with this big ass gat and two other motherfuckers with black masks (what the fuck?) Clutching duct tape no escape Tied me up, smacked me all in my face Shorty wasn't even screamin, looked up saw 'em schemin "Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this" All bloodied up, shook the fuck up Held for ransom, they yelled, "We got the bones!" Smiled - then started dancin, let them know they had me hostage Threw me on the phone said, "Son don't worry son, we got this" Regardless what the outcome, of this bullshit Take a nigga word - don't never go see a bitch, word! |
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from Mobb Deep - Hell On Earth (1996)
That's my word, GOD! Kick that thug shit, GOD!
Kick that motherfuckin thug shit man! Word up, man! (What's up, son? What's up?) Word up, get go (No doubt, nigga!) Money no represent, knowI'msayin? (All the time, baby) No doubt (YouknowI'msayin?) Who we got here, son? (Shine, baby, shine) (Look) Look who we have here, yo! (up in the sky...sky) Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin You fuckin comic, who you kidding? My nigga's laughing, blood bathin, the world's greatest In-famous crime-zanous To interfere would be dangerous Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up by my z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked My coalition specialises in collision The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac, spit and leave ya half-split You'll be missin much more than a fraction when it's time for action Hit em while a man down, make that nigga backspin Trapped up, by newie thee, madman We blastin you're collapsin, heavily light my gold Mac 10 Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin You get castin the Mobb, deaf and assin We face splashin, dope fake's ice-pick stabbin He slow leakin, he 'ternally bleedin for speakin outta place, niggas get placed back indecent Live at the main event may I present Screamin out loud for any squad that's deaf My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts Another satisfied consumer who got blessed Single out ya army til there's no man left *Man down (Man down, down, down, down....) (x3) Lay the fuck down! Infamous cartel, visible evidence We scarred well, associated team benevolent Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with sharp shit that'll rip thru one hundred layers of Kevlar, sharp like the jim star Exiled, son, he get sent far He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowlest Catchin court cases, pay for your legal aid Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that Invest third place on my best sold rap On the scrap from the ignorant cats It'll be dead in a few....just like that Couldn't bust his gat right (Yo, y'know what?) But now you bucked your own man, amatuer ass Homeboy take that ass to class but you cut in, duckin a reality blast You catch a D minus fuckin with New York's finest The conversation from them outsiders Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin We analysin, tell you up front ain't no surprises We take you down first round, give ya man pound *Repeat Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones to be blowin off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff Toss me the fifth so I can bless the GOD with gift Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit I stick a rocket up in they ass and give em a lift My marvellous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see Shit fienin, now get your fix cos you need it Fuckin up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret The only way you weakin is if you beakin this Sneak devy niggas mischevious 'knowledgin the GOD behind the scene on some snake shit The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it We just waitin with patience Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon or you can snatch the Mac for the faggot, ai! Bang em up, fuck em up *Repeat Lay the fuck down, down, down, down... |
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from Mobb Deep - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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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