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[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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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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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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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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(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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[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s I splurge with it, im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin` If theres money to be made, i`m all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Havoc Verse] You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license Shot high prices, shook all vices Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip 10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin` them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Prodigy Verse] Listen.. You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD My Range alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years i`m so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out I got a team of dimes they all dogged out Ray the line, you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy... |
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It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes On the kid; they all wanna touch On a nigga skin, they love me so much They all got P on they brain And at the show they do anything to get backstage Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks." Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch Just help me get down with the G-unit!" Man, little groupies, they make me sick You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel - unless we grip And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah) Shorty, hit me high then hit me low You get around girl, I know I seen your face before Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass You was at the last show with your backstage pass [repeat] Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga I'm trying to fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga I'll tear it up, in the tele you'll be loving a nigga I'll work that, work that. yeah, I'll work that, work that It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage Harder than the politician on the campaign No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring Face fuck, girl go for broke So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat Then Havoc on the floor I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show Half-ass dress, smelling like sex Dried up nutt on her neck They don't call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing We destroy good girls; send them home with pussy soft from fucking Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus Here's the hot line bitch, call us Shorty, hit me high then hit me low You get around girl, I know I seen your face before Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass You was at the last show with your backstage pass [repeat] |
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It's The Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'? Straight G's nigga, G's up nigga Infamous Mobb Deep nigga Y'all know what time it is man We clip up over here nigga What's Your Name Fool? [Chorus] Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P P-see-P, P get piecy with the hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist, memories what I say so When this shit goes down You won't be surprised how this shit turns out I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless You got plans at gettin' at P? Don't do it I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga My baby mom's left me, 'cause she couldn't put up with my foul attitude I'm so fucked up, and I love it It got me to where I'm at dunn If I had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain I would still get cut and would still catch a fade By the older thugs around the way (What?) I would still get cut and would still catch a fade By the older thugs around the way What's Your Name Fool? Capital P, bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P, and. [Verse 2 - Havoc] H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist memories what I say This is '06, '07, '08 You old school, fuck out my face Who cares if you buyin' the rap Now these rich little bastards got it on smash We a new breed, not from the same game Cut from the same cloth not from the same vein If money ? flyin' out your mouth from talkin' Then no comprende, your language is foreign If your body language don't calm down humbly Homicide homie if you move too suddenly And don't fidget with your fingers 'cause we would take that for a gang sign nigga Revenge is food that tastes best served cold But we like it better when it's fresh off the stove You could get keep your things, we want your soul So hot, even Satan gotta go What's Your Name Fool? Capital H, A-V-O-see, H class diamonds, H-S-be-see H killin' all these producers with his beats Back seat of the H-3 you H-O-E H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist memorise what I say Yea! Ha ha Hollywood Hav nigga, Las Vegas P nigga, hah Nyce nigga Ya' niggas know what time it is man. Real G's over here nigga, hah What's up nigga give me the word nigga I ride on these bitch ass industry niggas all day nigga This is what we do ya' heard? Ha ha Yeah man we stuntin' them Porsches too nigga Back to back you bitch ass niggaz, Yea! We got money nigga Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz I hate ya' niggaz man, aha I fuckin' hate y'all man Word up man But we ridin' out though you knowhaimsayin' MBK style.. Mobb Deep Style nigga Ya' niggaz know what time it is nigga Ride out nigga [Beat fades 'til end] |
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[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You want to be who? You can't be me Shorty gave me that ass on GP Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon And there ain't that much room for all us Limited space, the game like a tour bus I won't break, I just take, take and take Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities Ain't my fort챕 makin' pennies They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's Like ???, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em The AK'll do em, like nobody ??? 'em Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot [Hook: Havoc - 2X] We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click [Tony Yayo] It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt I'm in that two-door Range Stormer My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone Listen homes, everything glisten homes Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago My connect is a Cuban named Flaco With my aim, you a human taco Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah [Hook: Havoc - 2X] [Prodigy] You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk One, two, three hundred shots Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block Old people, the pets and the kids Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P If they could kill me, believe me, they would That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good When them street, lights, come on nigga You best, have, your gun on nigga Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl) As soon as I walk up, or drive-by [Hook: Havoc - 2X] |
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That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode
Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through Oh, ya man live out here, don't go and get comfortable Don't know what he told you ain't sweet around here And I don't care what he told you ain't sweet around here See you riding that infinity, now that's not fair What's that a 2006? Okay Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us Letting' that slide's not up for debate Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait She don't know right now but trust me the bitch bait I won't get all in the business that shorty is mad cool My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here You ask me all these rappers is bums Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse We emerge on the scene Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so But once we get in the air that's a wrap bro Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have fans New York, New York, we the kings of the dam We party too much and smoke too much grass And we never see the bright side we only see the bad Fuck all that, it's a lot of niggas dead And I won't let ?em get me how they got them Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', "Where the money at?" My hood Southside, riders ride that's right Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know Shit it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it yo Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat I ain't say wassup to you, nigga you don't know me I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here |
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Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food Cereal in the white box with powdered milk too My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want We put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks It's cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz With the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous I knew way back then we had to step it up 'Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Conney Everyday and night just so we can got songs done We had guns, weed and a couple of forties If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone We used to watch video music box And pray maybe one day we could get a shot Outside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V. From money that they made off the block Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more My day dreams is more like nightmares A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares My friends did a turn 'cause it's not they turn Or how the streets gonna be when they release fur When I get that million bucks will I remain the same? Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed? Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech? When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heat I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad A far cry from what a dream was all I had Do I got the right team or they riding for cash Would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash Gotta collect receipts 'cause that bitch uncle Sam Invades your space when you evade his tax Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
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[Chorus: Havoc] If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me Don't play games, jus' give it to me baby The waitin' is drivin' me crazy You can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight I'm gon' give it to you baby I ain't playin' games I'ma give it to you baby The waiting's been drivin' you crazy Your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight Yo Girl quit playin' why you tryin' to stall me Not on the first night come on that shit corny I'm tired of finger fuckin' this phone Phone calls bore me you got me horny Is you against me or is you for me Is you into dick pleasin' if so you leavin' Cell phones off so they won't be ringin' Might aswell get off when you get home you beastin' Motherfucker already think you cheatin' Homie wouldda cried then give him a reason I'm tired of you tellin' me how he's cheatin' Girl don't get mad get even [Chorus] Don't hurt nobody when you move that thang You a make a nigga jus' lose his brain When you make that ass clap and swing your hips Put your head in my lap then lick your lips Come on dip baby dip, yeah I'm about my pimp With a whole lotta ice twenty-fours on my whip You can all take a trip the after party Thirty two room mansion and ten garages Make a home flick, how them real minages So tell your girls it's just me and my partners We don't throw dollaz we start with twenty's And there's more where that came from, come get with It, yeah [Chorus] Yo yo I just wanna get you hot and wet I'm so seductive I make 'um fiend for the sex I just wanna stroke your brain For the first half hour then I smoke your thang This is exclusive sex we a star couple On the lee-low though we too much trouble And your friend's is hot, and my friend's is the shit We can have our own private party at the crib The haze the licks, your legs can sit On top of my shoulders while I'm goin' in Yeah I talk dirty and we jus' met But you feelin' the vibe you gotta admit [Chorus] |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s I splurge with it, im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin` If theres money to be made, i`m all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Havoc Verse] You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license Shot high prices, shook all vices Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip 10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin` them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Prodigy Verse] Listen.. You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD My Range alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years i`m so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out I got a team of dimes they all dogged out Ray the line, you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy... |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
M J be, M O be be Fifty, it's alright
Your love's in 187 baby it's alright, it's alright When we beefin' we ain' speakin' Feels like I'm dyin' inside but it's alright Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life Come to me runnin' trust me baby I make it right You with me lil' mama, let's breeze lil' mama We start with a lil' bit and take it to a lotta that Love gettin' hotter you can if you wanna Have it all it's yours just ask and you got it The trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks I do these things for you 'cause you my done Girl, feel special 'cause I don't spend Nuttin' but time with certain other broads I rip You belong in minks, bracelets and rings Not handcuffs forget about that locket chain And just leave lil' mama, this P lil' mama I ain't them, I'm me lil' mama My baby, you crazy and I'm hooked Your body right, your smile light up the room That man you got, that nigga's a fool Guess one man's trash is the next man's jewel This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance When we first middle sex fif, knew that you was that chick Wooly sayin' holla at her, whip sayin' girl get in Remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress Asked if she had a man, couldn't tell if no or yes Hell, I just dipped her number and talked more When I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues Who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice Last one before that, found out homie had a wife Looked so secure, but yet so delicate Can't come back in the crib without a search for evidence Baby girl, I ain't here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you Ain't your fool model them other dudes don't deserve you What you tryin' to do, scare me off and leave you low Funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone The accuser got me curious, I asked who it was He like the 'Sold-a-soul' man, who the fuck you 'cause? I'm out This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance Every time I hurt you it's because of what someone else Has done to me and I know it's not really fair No I just can't trust you 'cause I just got outta something And I'm running, boy you know that I'm running scared You treat me so good that it's just too good to be true And I don't think that I really deserve To be treated like a woman should 'cause I been so hurt in the past I'm still carryin' bags This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance We can ball to the fullest baby (It's alright, it's alright) You can style if you want, go ahead stunt (It's alright, it's alright) If it's diamonds you like go ahead pick 'em up (It's alright, it's alright) Get the first Bentley spurs His & Hers (It's alright, it's alright) |
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from Mobb Deep - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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)
(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 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 Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
(Havoc)
Now here's a little story I got to tell About a gangsta ass bitch, y'all know so well It started way back, in history With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G. (Hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now) Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH! (Lil' Kim) Now here's a little story I gots to tell 'Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanel Taught you how to get money and pop Cristal Even gave y'all tips on ridin' cock as well The Beehive, sticker say "better beware" If it's buzzin' in the spot You know my boys is here (bzzzzz) If we in the parkin' lot, you know the toys is there Pushin' drop G-Wagons, two doors, ya hear? Hold it now, the Queen's sittin in the chair Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair? Will the real Kim stand up? It's frauds in here I'm bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year (Lights out!) (Chorus 2x) When we come to the clubs they be like (Hold, hold it now) When we pull up on them dubs they be like (Hold it, hold it now) Where my bitches and my thugs gettin right (Hold, hold it now) Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night - WHOAHHH! (Lil' Kim) Now all my all my all my bitches rub ya titties (If ya love Biggie) And all my niggaz grab ya dicks If you feelin' the bitch I'm in the middle of the dancefloor (go Kim, go Kim) Killin' the shit With the Belve', tryin' not to spill any shit You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub You a, sensitive thug, let me give you a hug Y'all thirsty ass niggas take this bottle of bub I'm the, First Lady, so I can't lose Because of me y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide Now hold that, yo Havoc, let the beat ride (Chorus) (Lil' Kim) And since Frank White taught me how to play the game La Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign They pump my album in the street like they pump the 'caine I'm like bleach Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein I might give a little head to (Hold it, hold it now) All we ask is y'all show respect 'Cause we don't want talk, big homey Just cut the check Now I'm sittin' outside in my six-point-six Just signed a lil' deal bout six-point-six Used to transport bricks and make six-point-six If you look in my garage I got six joints (Chorus) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now) Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH! {*"hold it now" and ad libs continue to the end of the beat*} |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Noyd Talking]
Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch We about to "air it out" [Noyd Verse 1] I don't know what convinced you to mention the mobb Must of been bent straight of the alcohol Once you crossed that path, fuck with that cash Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ass Gold Pee nigga with the cracks in his ass Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the grass They buck you then fuck your boo where she shit at Then we profit from it, and spit it on the tridack (track) Letting the world know you a bitch ass kidat (cat) And how your own hood disrespect you where you live at They be hey all day how you let him do that Noyd and his clique I think you better get at But don't gas your dog he ain't built for that I will spit 'em all right through his fitted kiddap (cap) Jump out with the midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack (effect) I'm a pay! [Havoc - Hook 2X] The word is out, Noyd is out And he about to Air it out Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's (a)bout [Noyd -Verse 2] Ayo...Nigga better back up off please When you got tough, huh? thun you lost me You never grind enough you're a Mr. Softy Truly the Ruger will kill you softly Then we see then yeah who the boss be Smoke your little clique like a bag of the Hersey How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty Peep the big six and you want to test me Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece Having your bitch screaming please don't kill me I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy I don't own the six I own the "Navi" And I'm sitting deep this nigga sweet like candy You niggas want beef you know get right at me QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You know cause . . .) [Havoc - Hook 2X] The word is out, Noyd is out And he about to Air it out Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout [Noyd - Verse 3] See we don't back down we go pound for pound Tech for tech right on the block emptying clips Buck something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck And then one by one motha fuckas be dead The word is out, Noyd is out East coast, Weat coast down to the dirty south Catch anybody flossin' I'm airing it out With the nine hollow tips man I'm spittin' 'em out Listen out cause I'm emptying out for that bling That watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain Not a thing I'm a gangsta this is what I do Go to war wuth the bangers and eat niggas food When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun If I'm lying I'm flying word to everything I love Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap back That QB gutter shit bringing it bidack (back) [Havoc - Hook 2X] The word is out, Noyd is out And he about to Air it out Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Intro: Havoc]
Da-da-da.. Right there, yea, spin that back [record spins back] Drop it, drop it, yea, uhhh, straight out the lab Chemistry made, you know, yo [Verse 1: Havoc] I don't wanna wild, I just wanna chill But yet still gettin' confronted by ice grills They learn when I hit 'em with, heat and conspicuous Stunt, just a little bit - start, we gon' finish this shit You little niggaz runnin' round snot nose I laugh with a cold grin, I dead you wanna pose You fuckin' wit a nigga, who done been through the bullshit Niggaz die Mesabi, close friends turn to grimy Wifey, bonin' associates hate a simple bitch Add it all together; you know who you fuckin' wit A nigga who can give a fuck if you broke Give a fuck what he tote, got the drop then blow You's a scared nigga tryna live Yellow back and shit You's a real good actor, your click actresses Fact is, niggaz lose stripes for tryna match this Havoc's a total package; knock a nigga of his axis [Chorus: Havoc] Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo (And I) Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yo dunn I love it when these niggaz think it's somethin' sweet wit P Love it when people doubt me Love it when you niggaz write songs about me, I love confrontation Love it when a nigga that don't rap, he hatin' I love it when they think it's only a song I'm fakin' I love to see they face when my gun bangin' And I would love for us to bump it to each other on a humble Your niggaz is stabbin', my niggaz'll buck you Y'all niggaz is flaggin', yeah we got one too Infamous, I heard you screamin' our name, whatup with you? Let me explain somethin', we the world's most Y'all rap niggaz, we do this shit for real Look, listen, I knock ya hustle down kid You's a fall to the next nigga, I murder you bitch I would love to watch you bleed and take ya last breath Give you pain, and let you get acquainted with death, boy [Chorus: Havoc] Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo ('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo ('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+ Niggaz sream gangsta ('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+ Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo ('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+ |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Voice Talking)
bang bang x 2 (Noyd Talking) Alchemist this is it kid (Noyd Verse 1) Yo, they can't fuck with that boy Noyd I'm ill I'm too real They don't know what beef is, these niggaz better chill See I'm cool - unless I have to merk something Then that's when I (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And murder the man I shed they eye lids from violence nigga you see you wilden Your team against my team there ain't no challenge Niggaz know we mobben Rolling in thousands man we will (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And leave they ass silent The word you the herb niggaz clowning Polishing they knuckle game bashing your mouth in Thought you was thugging but now nigga you front-IN Screaming you a don all along this nigga not a thing It's on now See his ass in the street Out come the guns know the thuns man we gotta eat QB nigga and we don't give a fuck who want beef We don't care about your cars, Nigga see we got heat We don't care about your broads, Nigga see we love the street Front get your ass lumped nigga it be our treat Ga Head we don't front in dem streets when it comes to that beef You know we (Voice Talking) shoot em'up and leave em dead on the concrete Need more heat for more beef, more thuns we more deep More guns on more streets, the beef on it's no sleep There's more heat for police, Check the guns we squeezing We (Voice Talking) shoot em'up we leave them buried in a three piece suit Come on duke you know my gun shoot Niggaz know my name Niggaz know my gun bang bang Niggaz know what time it is Niggaz know my style kid Niggaz know I rep the bridge (Chorus) Come on Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang Nah, niggaz screaming they hood I run up in they hood and (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And this is how we do it man Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang Niggaz screaming they hood, I run up in they hood and *Gun loaded and fired* Bang Bang (Noyd Verse 2) Ayo niggaz don't want it If they want it then they get it See I talk because I live it and walk with a mean limp Know what I mean keep a thing on my hip Gotta mean kick And I don't be without it Look I'm the next best gat slinging rap singing Nigga outta Queensbridge, and I don't be playing with dem meters I'm more into drama bringing, have you in dirt Your mama in church with her choir singing Step out your zone you get blown open leave it Nigga I'm terror like a squad full of Puerto Ricans Insomniac with drama nigga there's no sleeping I got nickel plated revolvers for that reason See I been puffing blunts and I'm high Know that I'm on point boy punch I'll you in your eye Cause every time they tell me put my gun away I tell them yeah right Boy I'll (Voice Talking) shoot em'up cause I ain't tryna fight And I ain't dying tonight I'm trying to scoop me some boots And wear them out until they worn out That's right And anything else is just uncivilized, I (Voice Talking) shoot em'up Trying to cop out with the cutie pies (Chorus 2) Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang Nah, niggaz screaming they hood I run up in they hood and (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And this is how we do it man Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang Niggaz screaming they hood, I run up in they hood and *Gun loaded and fired* (Voice Talking) Bang |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(feat. 50 Cent)
[H:] Yeah [50:] Yeah [H:] It's real, it's real [50:] Yeah [H:] Got 'em [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique Then when I get on that shit, I bring it to 'em Where they pump at, 12-gauge Mausberg No shell in the head 'fore you put in work You gotta pump that - you done hit a nigga with it And you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent, Havoc bump that [50 Cent:] My son asked, "Daddy why you carry a gun, you ain't a cop" I looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock? Show 'em the clip, show 'em the beam, show 'em how Daddy lean" In the convertible Jag, 22-inch mags For a high school dropout, shit, that ain't bad I'm ain't a Blood or a Crip, I'm doin my own thang G-UNIT! Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance, I don't throw gang signs But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine You think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good Have Smurf hangin out the sunroof to light up yo' hood Man, Carlito ain't never seen Blanco comin But if he did, you think he woulda started runnin? And I move with them Doublemint Twins, and two macs I'll leave you flat your back - BRRRAT! Take that [Chorus] [Noyd:] Uh-huh, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo My life story is that gangsta thing, packin that thing Iced out diamond rings; fuck linen It's Timbs and jeans, puffin cigars, stuff it with greens What's fuckin with Queens? Nuttin and not a thing We kings of rap, shanks and gats, knuckles and bats Get at me, you want beef, come correct Stunt on any nigga in my clique-ah, you get clapped We sick, so quick, you be layin on your back Cause we don't give a fuck nigga, we love to dump You don't wanna get jumped, better turn yo' music up And bump that - cause we comin with them guns black And cause of the hoodrats, know where your home's at Fuck that, this is for my niggaz in the hoods that Slingin them blue caps, smokin that chronic sack Get that paper, watch for all haters Snitches and them bitches and them inside traders Nigga fuck that [Chorus] [Havoc:] Yeah, yeah If you trippin with my niggaz 50 and Noyd If anybody ask me nigga them my homeboys When it come to drama know we pack them big gats (We got a ton of slugs) Bitch, and it's like that We them thirsty ones, no mask, we stick cats I never handcuff a ho, I let you whip that Let my money bubble, live off the kick back This midnight shit is serious, where your kids at? These streets too dangerous to let them roam I done seen the gulliest of 'em, cry for home Like a fish out of water, they gasp and shake I'm a friend of the jooks and the dukes and the duct tape Like a Down South nigga I won't stop 'til I'm "skraight" Walkin up the street, testin out my heat Uh-huh.. and as you stand in disbelief When it comes to the slugs I ain't cheap Nigga you know I... [Chorus] |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Prodigy]
It's always somethin' man It's always somethin' I swear Hey get started son [Havoc] Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna clear my mind Look at niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top [Prodigy] They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen Plus, we hit mid-sections up You wit your kids and your woman boy I'm tearing you up You wit your moms, so what I'm airin' the block When you see my hand reach for my waist you better hop And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me You got a better chance stickin that Brinks truck Than pickin' one of us for a hug We properly serve Reugers pop and whop ya head Pens go off and drop you dead Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas Cause this song ain't for entertainment This is a street subpoena for y'all niggas bring it [Havoc] Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something [Littles] Whatchu know about two hands three guns pop out Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south I clap for dollars and scrap about it I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans I'm a gorilla man, I know you feel me man Queens I rep you flow let's do it Unknown marksman, I see through the scope Hit your frame and your souls apart and Number one question A & R's wanna know Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z Fuck you pay me I slid in on you rap motherfuckers cause the block got lazy I'm from a place cannons burst, police never come Homie viewed my life, wrote, and got us out the slums Came home, the Mobb came to scoop me up Though I rhyme niggas still wanna shoot me up I'm that gangster gangster read all about me In your X-X-L's, Sources my crew is rowdy When them hammers back out we leave the whole block cloudy [Havoc] Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top Relax my mizzy and smoke that dro Hold her head motherfucker I'ma fuck that ho Let the dutch burn niggas get split fuck ya turn I ain't been givin' a fuck so why should I now Watch your mouth, nigga I'm grown you just a child In a mans world nigga ac'in like a little girl It's foul, he don't wanna blow trial, why not? Cause up north niggas like him get smacked around I never turn my back, on you faceless cowards Talkin' all that shit, don't know a thing about us I educate em with the pretty four pounder But each and every day we get flagrant and more fouler Keep it thorough, don't want that bullshit around us Moved away from drama but some how it found us It's a small thing, let that dro burn Nigga front he gettin' touched that's my word Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Bang your head, squeeze the four to this Get bent, bag a whore to this - good girl, metamorphise it That's you? Oh my bad, little shorty a freak Now nigga come up off of it I don't fight over hoes but I kill for my dough That's right nigga know where my morals is We can take it to the street, homey I don't give a fuck Corporate, nigga shoot up them offices Either step your game up or forfeit Nigga never had it, I don't know how he lost it Keep, fuckin with Hav', have them ladies on your block lookin at you on the floor like, "poor kid" Cause I bring it to the doorstep, 'ready know the layout Think, not that, and some more shit It's called backshot talk, you don't know nuttin 'bout it Cause you can no longer hit it (Chorus: Mobb Deep - repeat 2X) Niggaz better step they game up (step it up) Bitches better step that game up (step it up) I don't give a fuck and you know I don't give a fuck Niggaz just made cause I came up (Prodigy) Aiyyo yo If songs is ammo, then we got endless bullets Take you to war with rap and you definitely losin Our chorus is like a 50 cal slug One verse is like a +Cannonball+, +RUN+ - too late you threw it These beats is like landmines, one step KABOOM It's body parts all over the room 'n shit Albums is like time bombs, our shits blow up It's chemical warfare, we spread through the hood son And attack the nervous system Make niggaz bop they head and turn that shit up Make the ladies panties wet, you know we get 'em hot and bothered, girl I have that oyster drippin On stage flippin, catch us on tour Slowly but surely takin over the world And come back home with paper in colors you never seen But at the money exchange, it all turn green (Chorus) (Outro) Woo! Oh man! Shit Remember this? (No doubt, no doubt) (That's what the fuck I'm talkin about) "The bad has been playin" (been doin this shit here man) "That song all night" (constantly baby) "And now is the time baby.." .. to turn out your lights A rap for you faggot-ass niggaz (Yo son, c'mon man) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Aiyyo P man, it's that shit! That real shit! That's comin back around And we've been on it.. for a long time now! You know who started this shit So you know who gon' finish it.. Yo, I don't give a fuck who lookin or starin at me Get your gulliest nigga, fuck it and send him at me I got the recipe to make paper, they wanna clap me Misery love company and they see we happy They even dap me but I see right through the bullshit Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit You fuckin with lil' bitches I'm fuckin with grown women And fuck if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration A little tongue and some cock, they say I'm nasty But I only freak with my main shorty Thought she had me handled cause she tattooed my name I see you niggaz schemin my niggaz I see you comin You lookin at a nigga whose stomach is used to touchin What's really good with you homey, you think you know me That's a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely I clap the chromey, you niggaz beter step lively They say life's a bitch, but don't remind me (Chorus: repeat 2X) Fuck waitin for you to make a move - clap first I gotta do it my nigga win or lose - clap first When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap first Ain't nobody on this earth invincible - clap first (Prodigy) Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo I pledge allegiance to our flag, may no man put asunder Gun in my pants, make my shit sag Tougher(?) letters on my hand, spells what I stand for Flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my thugs Hop out the trenches on niggaz, they runnin from us P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs Real slow when they back out, you cockin shit back I got one in the head and I'm turnin ya hats Then I spit what I want you to know with these raps Albums sellin like drugs, we gettin it back Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions Bitch-ass niggaz is found in the basements Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead Drive in the backseat, fucked up your lady head Rolled back up the window, and then we slid As I roll what's left of this, triangle bag man (See, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout) (Niggaz can't FUCK with us!) (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Verse 1 : Prodigy -> Havoc -> Prodigy ->...Turn
[Prodigy] Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always(Yeah!) They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the streets again Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin Life is like a dice game and I'm into win [Havoc] On the scene from the 41st side of Queens We get the CREAM,laid up,love-love for dame Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign To all my peoples locked down comin back to life In the world once again though ya fear was trife While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I swore That our crew will live forever,I guess I was wrong No,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong(Yeah!) Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?) Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street Just as I approach the block I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what!) Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans I had to hurry back so I could warn my man Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin Niggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckin My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns Got (?Raydes?) in the arm,one slug hit my son He was bleedin from the head,I couldn't believe it We was defeated,if it was a case I couldn't beat it Felt like cryin(The temperature's risin) I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin So to P I passed the iron Kid you ain't lyin! I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap! Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back Jetted up the staircase to the third floor Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw 'So where's the gun we saw?'(I don't know!) 'We know you was there at the homicide scene'(I know nuttin!) 'And if it wasn't you,was somebody from ya team' Chorus : From the cradle to the grave (From the cradle to the grave) (x3) From the cradle to the grave (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) Verse 2 Havoc -> Prodigy Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still! Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill Son bless me with the iron,I got beef With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips Flip em like the Gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up Fuck gettin sent up North,son I'm bett-er Doin my dirt on a low Fuckin wit them mobbers like a crowd No doubt you gonna blow,you never know He didn't even have to go there Unprepared,now he's six below Y'know I'm chillin,I gots no time for catchin feelings Get that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funny But it's all good I still die for the hood For my peoples,yeah knock on wood Triple L,rollin dice while I put you on To the drama what I gotta say is short not long This nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be dead Know him well and probably go way back But I don't care if he's your man doin shit like that I hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw him He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him Lets get it over with quick,I'm tired of waitin Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how Later on right now,spoke to Killa yesterday He said to chill for a while But it's hard acting like everything is alright I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin(About what?) About how what he did buried off and you don't know How much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin One day my man and the next he's not Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it! It's funny how things change(Word up!) Chorus Outro : Prodigy Word up man! Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die! It's for real,kid,no games bein played |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Won't stop 'til the casket drop The shit don't pop, better believe I have that work on the block With my left on the hammer, the other on a knot Niggaz wanna scheme and plot, shit - this all I got Pull his ass out the drop - nigga we ain't playin witchu hoes Let the heat blow, nigga just eat those And I don't give a fuck, nigga go get your peoples Nigga, I ring your girl bell and blast through the peephole Here's how I put that ass in a sleep hold Twenty-four/seven in creep mode, nigga you ain't safe Fuck your girl in the face while your lame ass tuggin her Now she sex like a porno chick, way I was pluggin her Seven to the max, know I broke the governor Bitch got a fetish for me? You still in love with her Dawg I had that all, so I only want some of her When she finish pity(?) talkin motherfuck her, I'm done with her Bitch "Call Tasha again, and I'ma kill you myself - you hear me dawg? I don't play, I ain't with really with this phone shit; just the only way I could get at you - don't call Tasha back" (Prodigy) That's how we do that shit, it's like this "You heard me? Don't call her back... don't don't don't do it" (Prodigy) Aiyyo, yo ("Huh? Straight up") This shit in pocket baby We stitchin this shit up, you just follow us We hold the streets up - you couldn't beat us with hammers We got retarded strength .. and we ain't runnin for nothin 'cept for the escape after we push them gun buttons (Pa-pow!) Now you gettin out the way Shots poppin out the Ace leave people's shit swollen It's my style to flip Niggaz is bogus, we come through and shut down the set Yo Hav' - it's our time my nigga Our music grab these niggaz and show 'em how it's did Multi-million dollar mobsters 300,000 dollar cars and hit the streets if you want to (Ay nigga) And still keep it thug too You couldn't pull us out the streets, we got deep roots {*echoes*} |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(feat. Noyd)
('celebration' skit continued) It's a celebration y'all, let's do it! (Havoc) Yeah y'all Bounce, yeah, bounce YEAH! Aight? Aiyyo.. Cats like, 'Hav', what the deal Dunn?' Nigga back on his grind, tryin to kill son A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin? But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin Straight short nigga oxin niggaz givin 'em doctor stitches First chance I get, you know I'm shittin on them fake-ass thugs, stuntin in the club Don't get scuffed in front of these broads Homey so pussy, what they do to they broad Beat them bitches up if they dance to the Mobb Type of shit is that? That won't stop her from lettin us blow her back, bounce to that Homey we got this locked Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and Hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shot (Chorus: repeat 2X) Just party, don't get yourself shot (uh-huh) Leave all the drama back home at the block At the bar double shots goin down, straight chillin While the DJ, playin what I'm feelin (pimpin them hoes) (Prodigy) Yeah, aiyyo I'm -- permanently bugged, genuinely thugged I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you f**ked And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper Ain't it amazin I'll stretch how we keep bangin We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta Queensbridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists We come through, blow shit up, America's nightmares right here live in the flesh Our blood and bone be sittin in Ferraris and better We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters And take flights back home to hop up in some next shit While you tryin to get your hand on some cash We never gotta touch money again, we got plas-tic (Chorus) (Noyd) Feel that nigga, yeah Okay yo, aiyyo Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor Shit, 'til them f**kin flamers empty out player Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music I'm on loadin nines up, ridin up, shootin it I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Lugers The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin your food is Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it Cause niggaz be flaggin and braggin when they cut up your nugget Knee deep in the grind like 'f**k it' We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love it And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid We on another level, yeah we really on some next shit Got the techs spittin and makin more connections Makin more cash and blastin more weapons (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Yeah.. yeah.. aight? Motherfuckers!
Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots Come through nigga... YO! [Havoc] I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the enemy And ain't nobody safe unless you bulletproof E'RYTHING Clappin at your baby, includin your entourage Don't be 'fraid of these slugs, they get you closer to God I'm a homegrown terror, my pops planted the seed When I wild, don't be mad at me, should blame him War with us? The start of your end Beef with these faggot-ass rappers started the trend P? That's my grimy for life, don't fuck with him And if word get back to me, I'm buckin you Know it's on me hammers stuck to the hand just like glue Like them O.G.'s smokin them trees of bamboo Shorty thought she knew me so I had to check her I'm a Gemini bitch, that mean I flip with the weather I don't know how you talk to them other cats, but I ain't them (Nah!) Put it in your mouth girlfriend [Chorus: repeat 2X] [H] Clap your favorite rapper, gives a FUCK Gimme a minute I'll crack that ass, whassup? [P] It's like drugs cause we gettin it back, get it back like ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion [Prodigy] Yeah that's right, that's right, that's right Know we done struck a jackpot Dunn, it's a wrap from now on Just keep servin these niggaz portions of that raw And sit back and countin this cash, we gettin off Knick-knack, paddy-wack, give a dawg more I won't stop 'til I can match my car with my clothes And ery'day of the week, I'm switchin up flows Spend ery'day with my peeps, half in the vultures Peace to Uncle Imeek, he holdin down the corporates .. eatin like a Boss Hogg Clik-clik-BAOW! Don't have me shootin my gun at y'all Don't have me cuttin niggaz down like the sniper You had me kill some'n, I'm tryin peel bundles of that scratch, the thou's to the mills Paper that our next generation gon' feel You niggaz gettin your money? Yeah do that for real Cause niggaz fuck with our money, we set it like the Bush family [Chorus] |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Samples by Alchemist:)
"Looked up the dj, and said may I" [Large Proffesor] "Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives" "Lit it up, like the 4th of July" [Evidence] Alchemist. [Prodigy] Chorus: We doing it, getting our paper We ain't rookies, we major Name brand gangsters, you still a demo taper Niggaz they wanna hate us Bitches they wanna rape us Everyday is like July 4th nowadays coz We moving independent units We sold out in any store in the US Getting that independent cake We sold out in any store in the UK [Twin Gambino] We came to pop in Got ya ladies, draw dropping Nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects And I got, tonz of haze from uptown We not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it down Niggaz always drilling me, 'till they see my four pound Bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head While I'm in the studio, try to make that bread Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head Yo, 1st Infantry and fed We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears But the fear in ya heart, when you see the gift We think big, A-L-C we get right [Evidence] Yo, everytime I rest, I put it all on the line Yo money never slept That's why I barely get blessed That's why I rarely go out, unless it's love at the club Time is bread, that's what I'm about And all my peoples got cloud Check the resume One step closer to goal everyday The game is to be sold not told I tropping heavingly, world connected got the livest crew We infinite, dropping gems but no clue [Chorus] [Alchemist] Every dollar I spend on wax , I turn it back into cash Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall Keep the blacks to my wall I'm trying to stack till I ball Untill they cashing 'em all I wanna stack till this tall Ain't gonna rap for to long Gonna have to move on I'm gonna stash till I'm gone Green grass on my longue Fuck a bank account, I need extreme cash in my palm Smoke blur in ya vision, You don't know who ya dissin' I don't learning no lesson I just hold my position I don't go with a pistol They just know I'm official Shit, all I gotta do is start blowing a whistle My name is ringing My chain is swinging Right now I'm speaking, but these beats are what I'm famous for fleaking [Twin Gambino] It's like rolling dice, we taking the bank tonight Cut your face with a knife, now your scared for life All I want is ice, a car, a girl and a crib Tired of doing biz, I just wanna live Take care of my kids, fuck all that stress Never wore a vest, only holding tecs [Chorus] [Evidence] We sold out every store in L.A. It's loyalty where I stay, but ain't promised today I keep my headlights on for 9-1-1 And on July 4th I might shoot one at the sun Independent regardless of the fact I'm a signed artist Fuck a deal it matters who comes hardest When I entertain, It's like I took Sedrick for his name Hunger is just a different form of pain I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street To the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks To the point where I do a joint, that night it leaks To the point where Alchemist is a hundred grand a week Bringing the heat, so clear you understand me Raise the stakes, up the antique The better place, yo we land on winds Dilated, Evidence, Alchemist, Big Twins - Check it out [Chorus] (Samples and cuts by Alchemist) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Yeah.. uh-huh Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (Prodigy) Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club Won't catch me with the police without cuffs Can't press me into no threatenin position Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough Catch P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't stick him Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them Source at the thug events, y'know we hittin them Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them Drugs in my system, all types of shit Keeps me where I wanna be, don't get me started on that Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is with this And check how we set up shop to get our chips Niggaz study our verse like college kids (word) We know you love our style, get off our dick (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) (Chorus) (H) Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (P) Cause they wanna be like the reals And be amongst the thugs that do this for real (H) Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (P) Cause you wanna do it like Hav' And do it like P, but mad shit missin (Havoc) Y'all niggaz is pussy, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and continue If not anything else the four-pound'll spin ya And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can Believe me my hammer don't give a damn what you been through It's a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal Don't put your nose in things don't concern you This grown man business, y'all niggaz so childish I'm in the cut, analyzin while you fools is wildin Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip Murder so clean you can eat off the shit I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too close Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm cockin the toast The game cutthroat so I killed the ref Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
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 - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Chorus 2x: Dog]
Niggaz in the club, get it poppin', why not? Bag a little chick, spend a little, if she's hot When you in the guts, be sure to hit the g-spot From the back or the front, or the side, let's pop [Dog] Fly vibe, I take it, light skinned, I take it Brown skin, I wake with, hand it up, and scrape it Get it straight explicit, have a broad all naked Eat up, head game, well perfected Grail eater, hit the breaks, ma, swell the speed up I made trick a little, but never bless no skeezers Plus when I rip, I laminate my dick like Visa's Quick to jump it off, on the beaches, the bleachers And premiere features, moanin' sounds like creatures Get up in your guts, have me screwin' up your features I love them thick ones, that suck like leechers Take it to the game, so we can fuck in the nose bleeders Hemy on the rocks, grown women swallowin' cock Made a nigga blast off on the fox When I pop up one of fox shit, like Vicica Fox Topless in the drop, straight, lettin' me rock [Chorus 2x] [Havoc] Girlfriend, slide with me And I'mma show you how life should be I'm a definite, them other cats is possibilities It'll be evident, when she rock with me Know you heard it all before, that nigga that claim he balls In the club, with his car keys showing A creep from behind, I know you tired of them Wanna suck up on them thighs, say goodbye to ya friends Yeah, your visions blurred, I'mma clear ya lens Show you a whole new world, as I guide you in Don't let nobody steer you wrong, you look fly in Timb's A sneak fuck is the best, love your devilish grin Ya man worry where the fuck you been? You ain't a child, I don't see no rings, do ya thing Baby girl, not to sound like their's hate in my blood But you know the rules, ya bitch chose me, cuz [Chorus 2x] [Prodigy] Whoadie, you got ass for days I'm try'nna get between them legs, dub my way Through that slimey hallway, your walls make me Claustraphobic, I knock 'em down, aye! Shorty you look like the type to say Go easy on me, slow down, I can't take it That's a cute little outfit, but I picture you naked Sweatin' buckets, while I'm fuckin', like I hate it Dancin' on me, that fatty girl, what's happening girl I step to my business, and put my g. in early Wait til them drinks and that weed we burnin' Hit, and watch how I make my way to that pussy It's a gangsta's ball, we havin' a blast I got one ho in my front, and one on my back I got another ho on my right, and one on my left Dog got a bunch more, said he poppin' with that [Chorus 2x] |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Come on Yeah let me touch that son Yeah that's that Mobb shit right there (Havoc) MC behind the mic nigga You know I spit that fire (Verse 1 - Havoc) You know these guns like Narcotics Youngin put them to sleep Call me the broom The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street And any little thing y'all pussy to me Like ki's in a coke drought, double it chief, you fucking with me Said you gangsta? Shit laying dormant or something Cause you ain't killing nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all) You that same old nigga getting fucked in your mind By that raggedy ass bitch that you call a dime And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the time Out your rabbit ass mind you know I clap-clap-clap mine I know the rap's leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah) If I catch homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye Cut and slice Then let your man cut in your life Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here) You just a broke ass nigga knowing you don't got it Better get up off your ass and bump that (Chorus: repeat 2X) That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic) That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic) Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic) Getting backed up off that (Narcotic) (Prodigy) That's right That's right Check it out Hey yo, Its like (Verse 2 - Prodigy) Like I said Come through busting the gauge Huffing and puffing the haze Merck something for real I'm stuck in my ways Down for the murder and all that so come our way Down for the slaughter and down to pull a kamikaze Get nazi on niggaz like Wiley did to grandpapi You'll mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch The drama is all a movie You selling wolf tickets, I'm using guns loosely I'm not paranoid, I'm very truly Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps And snatch jewelry Murder braids throughly Fuck what color you flag I'll blast through your pagely Get a warning from me Blood still gotta drip I don't send death threats I produce the source bitch Polka dot skulls and holes through they headrest They wanna be dope, we give them a fix of this (Chorus - Starting with "That haze...") (Verse 3 - Havoc & Prodigy) Homey must got it confused Talking about he hitting me up Sounding like he sniffing that stuff Running his jib War with Hav' is like breaking a mirror Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years My nine slug will alter your mind state for real After that party like a nigga home off a pill You a grown ass nigga you can do what you feel Can't knock the way a nigga eat his meal We got garbage bags full of that (Narcotic) Smoke like the sun splash concert It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these streets of death Now finally, we getting our paper, yes We touched our first millions when we was just kids But now we 'bout to take this shit to new brackets GT Bentleys and new Benz's We gotta O.D. and make them say that shit is.. (Chorus - Starting with "That dope...") |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Yo, yo, it's like this Dunn Uh-huh, yo Sittin back plottin on ways How we can get this money, we need us a payday Dig in my pocket, it's nuttin but change I dig deeper, but still comin up wit change So we, called our lawyers to fix this shit He said it's aight, we bout to be Free Agents Have patience, we can't though, we need paper Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump Shit that out, then tour for like six months but.. This can't be life, this can't be all there is for us We need more cream to splurge Thinkin back, how we used to pick herbs Me and Hav' in Manhattan, stickin up cowards for they wallets and Starter hats For anything worth somethin, we beat 'em out of that But fuck all that, we grown men, we need Porsches We need Porsche endorsements and more shit Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous I feel stressed though -- so I just hop in my truck for a drive Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive As I peel in my Jeep, turnin up this Goin through withdrawal cause man do I miss A pint of E&J, some haze, a twist Me and Hav' on a flight to Rome witcho' bitch Yes, that's my favorite shit But without the dollars it don't make sense So I, write that shit that grab you Hit up the studio, that's how we get paid in full YEAH - that's what we get paid to do The next contract we sign'll be monumental (Havoc) Uh-huh, yo.. sittin contemplatin on plans Like a bomb with a short fuse with this gat inside my hand I need paper, lookin at these stick-up kids Got me thinkin bout the previous things I did Gettin bent up, feelin fed up, whattup Dunny Stomach touchin, niggaz over here type hungry Waitin on my turn just got me hyper And impatient, maybe I might just Lurk with my forty-five, if you outside I advise yo' ass to hide We talk with the heat, lettin it spit Move out the way and you can STILL get hit They wonder why I'm riskin all this cash I made Put your feet in my shoes you gon' see it my way.. So niggaz wanna stunt it's cool My stomach never full, and I will eat your food (Prodigy) Aiyyo Hav', check this out You go to your girl house and I'll go to mines Cause my girl definitely mad it took us too long to do this album (Havoc) Yeah and call Chris Shapiro to make sure they triple that advance man (Prodigy) Aight, no doubt, don't forget we got a flight early tomorrow Gotta be on time (Havoc) No doubt, I'ma see you there my nigga Make sure you remind Noyd, to call Alchemist, and we good (Prodigy) Aight, no question son Aiyyo what happened to peace? .. {PEACE!!} ("celebration" skit follows) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Verse 1 : Prodigy
Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born Chorus (x2) : I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you [Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3) Verse 2 : Havoc Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Chorus Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember Verse 4 : Big Noyd My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
Hey, yo, to all the killers
And the hundred dollar billers For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness We be the infamous, you heard of us Official Queens bridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped with warfare Beware of my crime family Who got 'nuff shots to share For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face Stab your brain with your nosebone You're all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' And keep them shook crews runnin' Like they supposed to They come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playa Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story gets told It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation Getting closer to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one Throw you hands up, throw your hands up Throw you hands up, throw your hands up For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life Ain't no time for hesitation That only leads to incarceration You don't know me, there's no relation Queens bridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind Son, I'm bigga than those Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold And when the smoke clears You'll be left with one in your dome Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid You talk a good one, but you don't want it Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts Front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live Stay in a child's place, kid you out of line Criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin' Get that loot kid, you know my function 'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal And once I get on I'ma put on on my people React mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin' Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Prodigy)
Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never As we continue on With more of this drama for yo' ass {"She asked me why.."} You niggaz always startin somethin and beefin with rappers, why our music so violent and so dramatic, where's the love? Why y'all go so much static Is it real for real or all for sales? I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick" We been gettin burned like the Waco kids I don't need to diss rappers for recognition You better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik You can't be SE-RIOUS We created this drama shit, we set the trend We taught you niggaz bout diamonds and guns And numerous ways we choose to earn funds We veterans, we got a decade of albums Niggaz done came and went, and we still poppin Our name is carved in stone Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so (Chorus) Let us solidify this - what's that? We been solidified this - but of course! Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh-huh They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course! We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man! Who do it better than us? - c'mon man! Who continue to bang and bump? That's right {"She asked me why.."} (Havoc) I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice without the headlights, case niggaz know my whereabouts Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice, put up the crib Won't sweat if I lose, bet your ass won't live to collect this splurge of mines, never that I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse with hammers Hit your mans up if they press the issue Some dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7 Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friend Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits Make no difference my nigga, we handle business So please with the questions they right in, front of your face Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so (Chorus) (Prodigy) Nigga that you used to click with turned on you Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in jewels at the video shoot? I tell you this boo-boo: My stick-o's still my stick-o My stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm) You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb? You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off (Havoc) Believe nothin that you hear and only half of what you see Niggaz never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat Niggaz wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet Niggaz butches on they records but they never handle beef Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your P.O. Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O. Fuckin right, I'm a man of the people but I will kill you If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get real dude (so) (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[Prodigy]
And here we go again Y'all callin in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh? Nigga I will kill your bitch Then f**k her and make you watch We do thangs, like raid spots Probably catch you on the Hummer, just give you my glock (Here) Or most likely in the club, we gon' give you them knots This is what gangsters dance to, or turn to a thug party Once we step foot in the bitch, it's on again Outside we got them boxy trucks Hoes wanna jump, cause of that Benz emblem The hoe say she wanna ride in the shit with the horse logo I got her out of her panties and boom boom And I done left bitches out in the boonies Frontin on that pussy, leave bodies wherever Niggaz tryin to kill me? [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, we livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong.. [Havoc] No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef Talkin all that bullshit but it's the hammer that roast If your shit ain't clappin off then you sure to lose Aiyyo the streets don't give a f**k about you For you ain't bendin the rules Come around lookin icey then you runnin the jewels Nigga you ain't gotta like me, homey get your food ate The whole plate, rip a fella ear to ear I'm talkin his whole face And scream my name, cause it hold weight You cowards are jealous Glass slipper wearin niggaz we call 'em Cinderellas Gonna be a slug shower and there ain't a umbrella that can help you protect that ass from gettin wet I can see it in your eyes, your bitch ass is pet Home team I'ma promise and you cowards ain't a threat Introduce a fella to death, in the form of chrome Nigga, now you in the danger zone [Chorus] [P] Aiyyo thug life we still livin it |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
(Havoc)
Yeah, say it (say it) uh-huh I'm the illest Yeah, yo I gotta be a ill nigga, with no denyin How the FUCK I get this crowd movin without even tryin? Made it out the projects, against all odds Went from, ridin these trains to coppin expensive cars And even so, all this shit don't make me better than y'all It only means that I work harder than the average nigga Never sat around for handouts, I watched and observed Then quickly rubbed my eyes, if my vision got blurred I coulda sold drugs (yea yea) 'til I got bagged and jailed Out of sight, out of mind, niggaz locked feel me like braille (Feel me) While everybody was chillin I was broke like a motherfucker, loyal to my vision Knowin that I'd be on top or somewhere close to it Nigga, my livin quarters'll be the thing to prove it! And vowed once I got there to never ever lose it Let my, head get big and slack off on my music I'm the illest! (Chorus: Havoc) "We done seen it all, done been through it all yo" -> Prodigy I'm the illest "Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real" -> P No doubt, cause I'm the illest "We done seen it all, done been through it all yo" Cause I'm the illest "Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real f'real" (Havoc) You know I.. Come through with that seven-four pound I Voice activated, know these whities just hate it Thinkin I'm a drug dealer, how else could he cake it? BITCH, my shit legit, plus I invested in stocks So if this rap dough stop (yea) the show won't stop (uh-uh) Believe me there's more ways than a few to make it pop (word) You gotta have it in you, bring it out once it's needed (yea) Be strategic, live it shit it and breathe it I won't stop 'til I'm famous, hostin shows with Regis (that's right) It's my world, my game won't be defeated (C'mon, give it to me give it to me) Keep them checks comin, thoughts flowin Words blowin, hoes goin, Havoc always holdin First one to fuck in back of the Porsche truck Lord knows how many babies that chick coughed up If you asked my enemies they would say it was all luck That's why you see, mixed emotion when my name's brought up Cause I'm the illest (Chorus) (Havoc) Yo, you know you ill when you can kill two birds (yea) With one stone alone and slowly emerge From the deep depths of jealousy and envy's domain Make chips then stash for the days it rain Never cry and survive the pain (that's right) Though shit looked impossible, to an, eye untrained Nothin to lose, and know the game, be proud of yourself Remind yourself, say it to yourself, say it I'M THE ILLEST (Chorus) |
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from Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003)
[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 - 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 - 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)
(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)
[ 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 More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
(Intro)
Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda) [Prodigy] I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official Queensbridge murderers the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew is feather weight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another nigga deceased, another story gets told it ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas why they still alive I don't know, go figure meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation if I die I couldn't choose a better location when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation getting closer to God in a tight situation now, take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one [Havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid you talk a good one but you don't want it sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' get that loot kid, you know my function cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin' Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (we live the live that of diamonds) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks.. livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one (Outro) Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side (he's just a shook one) keepin' it real (you know) Queens get the money... |
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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from from these streets that we done took You could run but you can't hide forever You walkin witcha head down scared to look You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixin vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death I'm fallin and I can't turn back My goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Yo, yo Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we livin this til the day that we die) (survival of the fit only the strong..) [Havoc] When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know As long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God But shit happens for a reason You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult Wild on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt My crew's all about loot Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell You better realizeWe livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (the strong survive) (Thug life, we still livin it) Look in the eyes and get wise Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that |
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Another banger Yeah You can feel me if you don't, you don't I'll feed you to the dogs like a bitch I boned Problem dead on tacking tours to throats My only concern is for the cash I gross A nigga more deadly up against the ropes Eyes, ears open you can try to get close Get on the floor soldier like you owe me ten Spread it, never say it Approach me then Actions speak louder than words Get bodied because you doubted the word Never fucked your bird, stop askin her It's not that serious, keep backin up To stop Havoc got to kill me bro She'll get curious, and delirious Send that bitch home on her period These niggaz listening but don't hear me bro [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, what's the deal, deal Play that shit I can feel, feel Right now it's about to get real, real Never leave home without that steel, steel [2X] [Prodigy] Yeah, just bounce Bounce, Bounce Let's go, let's do it, let's get it correct Let's ball, let's burn, let's all get bent Let's party and celebrate success Let's not ruin my fun, my gun will spit Nigga find you a woman you can definitely rip Ladies find you a man, go ahead get you some dick What you thought? you a big girl, I'm a big boy So let's not play these games, let's get to the point Bitch get off me, I switch plans on you These niggaz got problems? I'll straighten that promptly There's plenty more bunnies for me I'll be all over them niggaz so fast, they're so pussy Go ahead push me to tear you up Try me, blind me, force my guns So we gonna ride on you niggaz until the sun burn out You ain't built for war, you built to bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus (2X)] [Chorus (2X)]
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
some niggas need the henny to endure the drama all I need is informtion on your crib and armour when it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father need guns get your own gas and never charter like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther pull strings have you gettin clapped and things my gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal serchin for Hav is like a search through fog how you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Prodigy] yo yo maybe its us, maybe its them other crews you bout to be another dead rapper but who know we'll see, til then, all I know is how to get the guns in and give it to a nigga good when he startin fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit you better protect that bar, i'll murder that kid you got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin all you get is standin ovation with mack 10's ?? and more shit we applaud it niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards from gettin at this nigga, pardon my force you better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too your power is no match for my strength of wolves nigga we came into this game on this drama shit more money more murder thats how we live it more diamonds more guns is the beginnin more of this gangsta shit can wear you out niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh) i clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] degree in drama knowledge you nigga just pay the homage you niggas should be abolished for that rappin ass garbage to me, you just a target, easy to hit with that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss then its 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit and ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures rusty ass germs niggas already know this kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with prada'd up, gucci'd up, died on some fly shit regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit talk about cliques most infamous run with it so fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it catch your body's ??, most niggas sick with it and clap a nigga in the first degree aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last [Prodigy] get back, move back, this is that smash this is that murder you niggas get bucked your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked we Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out how heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down so we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em guns clap security be callin for back up ? bullets drop leavin them bagged up why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's they spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap Dog I take shit to heart cause I was born like that I only got my word as a man when I give When I say I'm going at you it's a given when I spit it So niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it So bitches fuck niggas, they man best dog Over that now you got some nigga leaking on the floor So niggas get money bounce from the hood you shitted You gotta watch those broads To die over that is totally against the grain and against street laws I respect paper and every minute thats spent gettin that shit So my little dunn could be set And what I feal about a nigga thats trying to pose threats Dog I know about death you ain't sayin nuttin slick Never write it out if you can't cash that check Empty out on that fool cliq cliq, cliq cliq So keep movin, You better keep walkin [Havoc: Hook x2] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life Nigga how you want it nigga, cause you about to get served [Prodigy] Matter of fact nigga, you about to get your shit burned The homo rapper, H to the you know Punk motherfucker, female ass nigga Come on man I ain't gotta spell it out for you You know how to tell time you know my gun boil I set it off on your bitch ass, dont forget that And your retaliation was weak, baby pictures Dunn I'll take you out in the street and spank you bitch Ain't no point going at "P" you run into bricks How you not gonna show face after that stunt At rap's only awards and you ain't show up I suggest that you pack up and take it to go You scared and you butt, you are now being crushed By these black Mobb gangstas you niggas is done Cause everything is not cool and you niggas should know [Havoc: Hook] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin So keep movin, You better keep walkin Clinger for life How it feel when that steel hit the grill huh For real, for real shit be that real son [Havoc] The grimy endulge in nothing but gangsterness Is you ready to die like a man for it That ice is lookin major on your wrist Or pass it right over, fall back and get extorted Keep them hands so I see them Like a camcorder every move is recorded Every thaught I can read it [Prodigy] Ya'll some hoe ass niggas, I'll slap days out you You was raised off our shit we made rappers Bitch ass nigga I'll buck the fuck out that nigga And peel that fruit, kill that fool Eighty Eight is you crazy Thats when I was fuckin Sophie and you was pumpin for poison My nigga Killa Dang woulda spit in your face Illa G been told me about that ? boy Jay [Havoc: Hook x2] So keep movin, You better keep walkin The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous And you tell him personally...from me! [Havoc] And stay outta here! Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... Real loaded, in the flesh And we know where we aimin Check me out... Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga With the gat, I'm like ?? paintin that picture Listen to the words, take it as a jewel Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em Get at me, you and what army? Man down, nigga it's the same shit The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision (pow) [Havoc (Prodigy)] [Chorus] (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Snitches wanna rap me Niggas wanna clap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be [Prodigy] Shotties and macks, little two-shots Yeah, nigga what's beef? Four pounds and techs, arms and chest Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists Just move on them niggas with excessive force And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch, Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down My niggas is here, brace yourself [Chorus] [Man talking] Now we all get to know what it's like... when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark and blow your head off... I want you to know what it's like to live that way [Prodigy] (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) First of all, we the one and only...infamous First of all, we the one and only... 'Til the name wear out
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
nigga Sometimes I feel I got to get away For these streets like a fein for crack but pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cuz no matter drama or gossip my heart is your hood my dogs niggas i rock wit (get away) Before you get clapped put the tougnes to two loose have everybody on the corner goin (ooh ooh) and now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800 crime stoppers holdin they mouth shock as fuck i just had to air that boy out (get away) when they see me they like (ooh ooh) cuz they want that thousand dollars and not only that police will die to catch a fucking collar (get away) and i'm out of here ain't no telling when i be back get rid of this gat dog you know i flew (ooh ooh) hell out of dodge nigga bout this paper ain't no time to be sitting behind bars [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out of my zone if he tryin to blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted you know [repeat] queens nigga grimey retarted (get away) [Prodigy:] cuz i'm not playin i'm bangin hammers on niggas just beat the shit out you I brawl like animal put hands on that niggas life (ooh ooh) your whole team scrambling ( thats right) ( get away) when we come through pushing new trucks they go (ooh ooh) yeah take a good look bitch bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us this might be last time you'll see gangsters like this and its going to be a stampede when them shots fly then (get away) cuz somebody bout to die R.I.P your soul just lift up and (get away) (blah ba blah) (ooh ooh) rip that nigga you know uh huh yeah you out of here nigga courtesey of my niggas we terrorize rappers I'll see on that other side bye nigga ( other side) (thats right) families cry river [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone if he tryin blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted I got to get away queens nigga grimey retarted you know [Havoc:] (no doubt tell it like it is) its either me or you believe it dog no a nigga like you ain't got shit to loose (ooh ooh) [Prodigy:] cuz you walking that thin line i'm clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying(get away) [Havoc:] to put it past me that ass be bleeding somewhere like a hemophilly act exactly (ooh ooh) (shut the fuck up) [Prodigy:] before its to late go at your gut you ain't a gangster and yes you could get touched (get away) [Havoc:] saw it before the henny was talking it wasn't him but you know that nine stopped that (uh huh) (ooh ooh) ( grow up) [Prodigy:] Havoc: why is that ? I swear these niggas like bitches cuz these niggas always laying on their back [Prodigy:] [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted if he tryin blown it go I got to get away queens nigga grimey retarted you know
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
Smack flames out a nigga and I got you smilin' Girl I know you love a thug be wildin' The way I cut a nigga every which way but loose A blood stained Gucci suit will be the proof Laid back cat but I love to chill Love a freak in a thong with a ? full of ? Said you went to catholic school and that's cool With no interruptions, ma turn the cell off Let me see you throw the suit on And I'm sick with the candle Start for the touchin' A fatty, ain't nothin' that a nigga can't handle I been through it It's a first time for everything, settin you free And I feel you your man ain't lettin' you breathe You a dime from your face to your navel Your man better wake the fuck up and let you out of that stable Used to think like that until I thought ? shoe on the other foot and I got ? She gonna do what she want, flirt when she want, fuck who she want Stay home, cook and clean like she the boss Hell no nigga, not while I'm up in New York Then nigga It's a wrap You like 'No she won't', but yes she will Chick might as well have Big comin' out of jail [Chorus X4] I got them keys to those handcuffs (handcuffs) Wanna be free throw your hands up (wanna be free) [Havoc] Should've stayed where you was, I don't play those games My niggas in NY know the game Bitch front, she gettin' out on the shoulder lane It's 3 in the mornin', why you think you came Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter The reaction, your mind'll crack There's only one thing that this shit could lead to Bitch you laughin'? And put my mans on if it's poppin' Girl I know the situation all too well Everything that I spit is real And everything on your inside you scared to tell The word creep, "no" ring a bell I'ma keep it gangsta, rep the 'bout Lady caught on, so I had to bounce With bleach in the crib, all my clothes got doused Know what you're goin' through, been there before That's when a nigga knew I had to get out Relationships now, it's like they got these laws Girl all you wanna do is just be free And that's why a nigga like me got these keys [Chorus X4]
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from Mobb Deep - Infamy (2001)
[Prodigy & 112]
Pss.ss..Shorty... come here (112) listen listen listen come on (ooooo) yo-yo (luv you ... need you...) (let ride, lets ride) [Prodigy] Yo..hey luv i wanna hold you and talk to you, put my arm around ya shoulda and walk wit chu be that one headed sherif give me world to you, i kno that nigga aint doin what he suppose to do i got much more to give than homie do, and you so fine i just wanna roll wit chu you a queen bitch, need to come close to you need a nigga like P to just flow wit chu, and i gotta try cuz anything possible, and you just might see things the way i do i just wanna get next to you, friends wit you burn hunids wake up in the bed wit chu i luv when you walk how that body move, pardon my mouth IM just bein honest boo i would pay for air time just to vibe wit chu kisses and hugs till the next time you swing thru [CHORUS] [112] (So many things) So many thing that i wanna do wanna kiss wanna touch wanna taste of you (Wanna taste of you..oooo) Cuz i only wanna be with you you, Girl you kno anything that cha need i got it, Million dolla shoppin sprees i got it anything that cha want i got it..You kno i got it (ask P) you kno i got it [Havoc] Ma, i want you in the worst way, and i aint thirsty or nuttin but when i say sumtin boo, i go hard for the 1 (ooo baby) Hit my cell, imma take you out to eat, and kill any misconception that you got of Mobb Deep throw that bug in ya ear and its about time cuz i nigga like me been wantin you for years bump heads here and there, and neva got the chance, best to those who wait once i get up in tha pants aint no one minute man, suppose to be wit him betta change those plans anything you gots to do, lies to you must be out his monkey ass mind how the hell he gettin tired of you? let me light that fire that yah body desire, get yah back to bein sexy, single free like my do cuz i treats them right, you kno how i rock en where you at girl I'm on the next flight (sooo many things that i wanna doooo) [Chorus] [Prodigy] sit back i got this, babygirl ya straight fo'sure rest a sure you in the arms of strength Baby i die for my love ones make no mistake IM not that man i keep my gun on base [Havoc] And its a cold world,yah man dont undastand yah pain and i kno you gettin tired of the same ol' sayin he expect to keep you locked, wit that 5 cocked rink lets coop that ol real whil 112 sing [Bridge] 0o anything you want and anything you need lets make this tuff uff and come wit mee hee o0o anything anything you want and anything you need girl ill come running.... [chorus Till end] |
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