Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds almost got me I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby Negotiatin like an Illuminati network Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect When I lost but back then was my fault Now it's time to floss Eye For An Eye what's mine is yours I need a suite with the flowers Complentary at Trump Towers Sit at the table we can build for hours On gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpse The World Is Yours written all over the blimps Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning From ?? and prima, loads of women rockin linen I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand
[Chorus 1:]
Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shit QBC, nigga grab your click
[Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy]
Yeah son, I'm feelin it Opposition want me dead, concealin shit Four gats got me livin, kid Rushin thru my pyramid You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch Ran his mouth like a bitch Now he's layin in a ditch Daily dug for himself On his grave I had to piss Scud missile never miss you Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru You metal deeper, you ain't havin it me either It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers
Huh, huh Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man Word up!
The tough guy strong me I guess he got plans to ruin me He want ta do me slowly but surely I beat his fast ass a bit early Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly Put the drome to his dome Let him know it's never early You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes He was surprised I snatched him up Regulated his gat and backed him up Stepped to the side, P blast em up
Hey yo, cannons are rough You got strucked up, ya strokes slit So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit (Yo, kill that nigga, man!) All I remember was I shot for his throat G You see big guns and 3-D is haunting It gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-nese Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats Burnin my lips from roach clips Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m. These ?R-tape meridiam? cats, insomniacs Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru These kids too couldn't find the pistol Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklace I'm bent off some next shit Gasoline wick, a kerosene twist Stumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre Lookin for chicks that he can stab now Numbed up for my fiery cup I held juice of sin's nectar Saints found they youth Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luck My pipe games like a night train Top speed thru ya warm piece ?? to say the least
[Chorus 2:]
Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow Not goin to the cell if it ain't a freak show Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shit QBC, niggas grab their click
[Chorus 1]
[Outro: Prodigy]
(And that's how it go) And that's it nigga (If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show Y'knowhutI'msayin? (Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up) Don't go (Y'know the deal) Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc To the exit, niggas we out! What up! (The Infamous) It's over baby (Fuck 9-6 to 9-7) Tell the rest of the crew
Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm
In broad daylight get right.. Just been through it all man Blood sweat and tears Niggaz is dead and shit [music fades in] What the fuck else can happen yo? I don't think much more son, word to mother yo We done seen it all, and been through it all yo Let y'all niggaz know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That shit is the truth I'm not lyin..
[Prodigy] I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight) Now here come the mack 10 You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
[Chorus: Havoc]
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
[Prodigy] Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too? Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup) I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!) I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business Do things for the kids (the little Dunns) Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth CBR's and VCR's ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please Don't make me have to risk my freedom We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in For real.. (yo)
[Chorus: Havoc]
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes]) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
[Prodigy] It go one, two, three to the fourth That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible To serve hot plates all across the unified states Sit down and sup with top rap reps We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope do Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin My new edition's way bitchin Those that listen, get addicted to my diction Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased generic rap's just not potent like P's One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses, but thirst for worse beats So I can put, more product out on the street Get respect and love, all across the board We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil (To the real..)
[Chorus: Havoc]
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes]) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough (the real... hip-hop [echoes])
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