Mobb Deep

"Handcuffs"

"Handcuffs"


[Havoc]
Girl I know you love a thug be wildin'
Smack flames out a nigga and I got you smilin'
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
Let me see you throw the suit on
With no interruptions, ma turn the cell off
Start for the touchin'
And I'm sick with the candle
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 ?
Stay home, cook and clean like she the boss
Hell no nigga, not while I'm up in New York
She gonna do what she want, flirt when she want, fuck who she want
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]
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
Should've stayed where you was, I don't play those games
Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter
There's only one thing that this shit could lead to
The reaction, your mind'll crack
And put my mans on if it's poppin'
Bitch you laughin'?
Everything that I spit is real
And everything on your inside you scared to tell
The word creep, "no" ring a bell
Girl I know the situation all too well
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
That's when a nigga knew I had to get out
Know what you're goin' through, been there before
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]

"Have A Party"
(feat. Nate Dogg, 50 Cent)

"Have A Party"
(feat. Nate Dogg, 50 Cent)



[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...

"Hell On Earth (Front Lines)"

"Hell On Earth (Front Lines)"


[Prodigy]
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do jerks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation
With no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click airtight
Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes
Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off
Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
[Chorus: together]
Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
[repeat 2X]
[Havoc]
We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit
Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite
Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it
Either with me go against the grain you better hit me
Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me
Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches
Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures
Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me
All that bullshit, is just makin me
More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda
If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you
Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal
International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, Son I solved em
Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop
QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss
Is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW niggaz is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryin to make CREAM and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound
Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground
I could truely care less the God will get his
Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs
Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds
We flush through your click get purged

"Henny"
(feat. Mack Wilds & French Montana)

"Henny"
(feat. Mack Wilds & French Montana)



[Intro:]
[Mack Wilds:]
Hennessy (Hennessy) Hennessy (Hennessy)
[French Montana:]
Weed, Hennessy, a lil' sour (HAAAAAAAAA!)
Baby let's ride (HAAAAAAAAA!) HAAAAAAAAA!
Hey!

[Verse 1 - French Montana:]
She feelin me, cup full of Hennessy
Baby show me love but, fuck me like the enemy (HAAAAAAAAA!)
Ha! By far baby less clothes
Yachts! Nah we don't do the fishin boats
Steak and lobster, I'm tryin to serve 'em
Turks and Caicos on the first, missed the flight
24 karats neck fully golden
Great ass black shades rollin
Speedin in the European car like it's stolen
Coke Boyz made it to the top like we totin
My nigga Chinx Drugz told me (HA!) Motherfuck they feelings
Let's get these motherfuckin millions

[Verse 2 - Havoc (Mack Wilds):]
(Hennessy) Double shots of the Hennessy, we 'gon kill this whole body
After this you 'gon remember me, it's not a case not too big
I will have your bitch callin over and over time a lineup
You soft with' it she just want it wild rough
Boss with' it took nothin got her riled up
And it's on and on everything around us

[Verse 3 - Prodigy (Mack Wilds):]
Oooh baby you sexy fuck you that bitch!
(Hennessy) Bottles and shots and we twist
I'm that thug you wanna be with
And live a infamous life po' up and get lit
Stay away from that basic zone that's not us
We came here to party they came to watch us
And damn, I feel no remorse for your ex
Better take it easy, 'fore I crack him in the head with the (Hennessy)

[Verse 4 - Mack Wilds:]
How the hell did you get here? Was you sent from me?
Manhattan fly, Brooklyn bad, maybe Stapleton
I wish I had some more treats girl, just to trick on ya
But this money ain't impressive huh? Well
I'm a fly mu'fucker from around the way
S.I. 'til I die and I say it brave
Make money for my fam, fans are the inner me
And I'm smoother than a shot of

[Chorus - Mack Wilds:]
And I'm smoother than a shot of Hennessy (Hennessy) Hennessy (Hennessy) Hennessy (Hennessy)
If I hit it then you 'gon remember me (Remember me) remember me (Remember me) remember me (Remember me)
And you ain't too cool to, pass by, what you sayin baby let's ride
You fuckin with the right guy, and I know your feelin me (Feelin me)
Yes your feelin me, Hey!

[Verse 5 - Mack Wilds:]
What the hell did you come for? Was it meant for us?
To, lock eyes in this party baby girl, and maybe rush to crush
A young nigga from the slums of the city
Fresh but not the flow so gritty
Runnin shit Mr. Mack Milly, you're lookin like
I put that on my mama all my people say it with me
I'm a fly mu'fucker from around the way
S.I. 'til I die and I say it brave
Make money for my fam, fans are the inner me
And I'm smoother than a shot of

[Chorus - Mack Wilds:]
And I'm smoother than a shot of Hennessy (Hennessy) Hennessy (Hennessy) Hennessy (Hennessy)
If I hit it then you 'gon remember me (Remember me) remember me (Remember me) remember me (Remember me)
And you ain't too cool to, pass by, what you sayin baby let's ride
You fuckin with the right guy, and I know your feelin me (Feelin me)
Yes your feelin me, Hey!

[Bridge - Mack Wilds:]
Now once we chose to we're gone, ain't nothin to talk about
You really got me open girl, tryin to see if we can work it out
All I ask of you is never change
'Cause you fly you fine a dime
And I'm bout to make you sing my tape! Oh!

[Chorus - Mack Wilds:]
And I'm smoother than a shot of Hennessy (Hennessy) Hennessy (Hennessy) Hennessy (Hennessy)
If I hit it then you 'gon remember me (Remember me) remember me (Remember me) remember me (Remember me)
And you ain't too cool to, pass by, what you sayin baby let's ride
You fuckin with the right guy, and I know your feelin me (Feelin me)
Yes your feelin me, Hey!

[Outro - Mack Wilds:]
And I know your feelin me! Feelin me! Feelin me!
Fuckin with the right guy!

"Hey Luv (Anything)"
(feat. 112)

"Hey Luv (Anything)"
(feat. 112)



[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]

"Hit It From The Back"

"Hit It From The Back"


Uhh, yeah
How we hit it?
Check it out

Shorty don't front, you better act like you're widdit
Frontin like you never did it, bitch admit it
Matter fact, shut the fuck up and turn around
If you still got walls I'ma tear the shits down
Just one of few brothers vigorous with the dick
Prepare to stay long, cause I don't cum quick
Little or big, I tear that ass out the frame
Talkin like you're ill, but the shit is all game
You're weak on top, you can't ride like a stallion
Hit it from the back, then I'm audi 5000
But if you're ill we can chill smoke the fat Phil'
A little somethin just to make shit real
Off with the light, fuck a invite, just make sure
you don't got the period, cause I don't want red lights
Aight? You know my motherfuckins steelo
Rippin from the back, bitch you know how we go

Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!
Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!

Uhh, knowmsayin?
Check it out, word is bond
Knowmsayin, gonna flip it like dis
Rink-a-dink, rink-a-dink dinky dink

I used to hit raw daddy, but now I carry packs of three
Bulletproof I refuse to let the monster get me
I'm in, hit it from the back like that
Shorty black never tap no skins that look wack
I got mad game like Twister, nasty little mister
Quick to talk dirty to a sister
I met the shorty at the Skate Key
What's her name? Nevermind, cause she might try to sue me
Juiced her up, took her to the projects
So uh, if she was with it maybe we could have sex
You know what happens next, drop to your knees
Bitch caught a bone ? spin I win
As she starts to proceed, she said she wanted me
to drop a seed, I told her parlay and just be
Cause cunt little stunt with my butter dick shorty
You talk too much, so lay back and enjoy the blunt
I put it in her, she starts to wild
She said slow down, I said this is shorty wop style
A versatile, rough sex, fuck love makin
Flip the script shorty, and flip yourself over
On your hands and knees Cochise
From the back I don't shoot blanks and I'm out black

Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!
Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!

Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!
Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!

Worrrrrrrrrd, yeah
Uhh, whoo! Knahmsayin?
From the back
I like dat (I like dat)

Shorty don't front, you better act like you widdit
Frontin like you never did it, bitch admit it
Matter fact, shut the fuck up and turn around
If you still got walls I'ma tear the shits down
Just one of few brothers vigorous with the dick
Prepare to stay long, cause I don't cum quick
Little or big, I tear that ass out the frame
Talkin like you're ill, but the shit is all game
You're weak on top, you can't ride like the stallion
Hit it from the back, then I'm audi 5000
But if you're ill we can chill smoke a fat Phil'
A little somethin just to make shit real
Off with the light, fuck a invite, just make sure
you don't got the period, cause I don't want red lights
Aight? You know my motherfuckins steelo
Rippin from the back, bitch you know how we go

Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!
Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!

Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!
Hit it from the back [3X] Like dat!

Shorty don't front you better act like you widdit [2X]
Strictly back shots you better act like you widdit..
Yeah, knahmsayin? Just buggin out
Stupid bitch
From the back, word up
Uh-huh, check it out
What we gon' do is flip it like this
Check it, bust how I do
Yea yea uh-huh

"Hold Down The Fort"

"Hold Down The Fort"


Yeah, we gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort, check it
Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
What's YOUR new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out
We gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uhh, aight

[Prodigy]
Beef on the block, who is he?
Set it Dunn, me and my automatic likes to get busy
Ghetto representer, there ain't no motherfucker better
While you be catchin feelings like a love letter
I gotta hold down my fort and won't lose
Nigga die, because I got the tec 9 blues
Bulletproof Polo, I'm goin out solo
Whoever wanna come better step like they know cuz
I'ma survive, more rougher than a certified
Around the way, parlay and get high
My mega blast'll last in days to pass
Niggaz shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun last
That's why I like to spark first, and shoot your
bitch-ass down your next ride'll be a fuckin hearse
Cause little niggaz don't die son
Half-step and get that ass lit up like a flare gun
Cops they want static, whatever they can have it
My name is Prodigy and I'm known to cause havoc
And when I flip I be on some ill shit
I walk the street, like a real super trooper
The block shit proper, who once got had
Mad beef with the dread who sold me that dirt bag
Mad props to the bad little niggaz in the neighborhood
Long live the short, gotta hold down the fort

Gotta hold down the fort
GOTTA HOLD DOWN THE FORT
We gotta hold down the fort
YOU GOTTA HOLD DOWN THE FORT
We gotta hold down the fort
YOU GOTTA HOLD DOWN THE FORT
So hold me down son (YEAH)
Hold me down (YEAH YEAH)

[Havoc]
Yeah how we go son, pull out the motherfuckin M1
Straight from the 'Bridge so you know where I'm from
The little, project nigga, I gets no bigga
Yo, my crew is buck so motherfuck how you figure
Step the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack
Cause word is bond it's on
Shit is real around the way so sit back and take notes
Dead you on your coat, then cut your motherfuckin throat
Takin life like a thief in the motherfuckin night
While I write write, you bite bite bite
Niggaz wanna step to my business
But I just parlay and sip on my Guinness
Cause I'm the ripper, Mr. Flip the Scripture
Niggaz can't fuck with the flow of a real lil nigga
I wreck shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real
Shit is real, how the fuck you figure, nigga nil
So son hold me down while I pull out the glock
Gotta hold down the block, that's word to my pops
So once again it's on, light up the chalm
Time to drop the bomb, word is bond

We gotta hold down the block
HOLD DOWN THE BLOCK
We gotta hold down the block
WE GOTTA HOLD DOWN THE BLOCK

Yo son he pumpin over here Dunn?
I know he ain't pumpin over here yo
Yo word is bond yo son peep he comin over let's bring it to him
What, what? What what what, what?
Who the fuck are you?
Man fuck that, what? *automatic spray*

HOLD DOWN THE BLOCK
Yeah whattup now? What what, what what?
Whattup now?
HOLD DOWN THE BLOCK

[Prodigy]
To all the niggaz that's live or real
You gotta hold down your block, cock back the glock
Fuck the cops, cause your neighborhood chores
If they beef, make em bleed on the project floors
I get my kicks from loadin up gun clips
Don't fuck with suburb chicks, I need a gangsta bitch
Don't need a crew, I can bust you down solo fast
And after that, dip into the weed stash
I'm quick to blast, enemies won't last the fate
I kill em fast so they can't retaliate
Cause when I'm not alive who'd takes my place
to hold down the fort, we move on
My man got my back
I'm ready to go at anybody, who think they John Gotti
Peace to Manny C, good lookin out B
I'm Hellbound, got my block locked down

We gotta pull out the glock
GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
We gotta pull out the glock
WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
We gotta pull out the glock
WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
We gotta pull out the glock
WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
We gotta pull out the glock
WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
We gotta pull out the glock
WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
We gotta pull out the glock
WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
We gotta pull out the glock
WE GOTTA PULL OUT THE GLOCK
Check it, yeah
Call that nigga

"Hoodlum"
(feat. Big Noyd, Rakim)

"Hoodlum"
(feat. Big Noyd, Rakim)



[Havoc]
Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against me
and is it the Henny that bend me; I be in the zone
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone
They take it personal, but only a minor few can understand
what a nigga feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(No doubt)
I'm still breathing. You a must son, we full bread
You ain't my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you
I get wit you, handle that on a later note.
We o'er-dose eveything is death, we so close
I'm trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..
Ready for the bad news 'til da phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm irate over my head seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh
[Prodigy]
Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns
For real son's leaning back checking out the action
On the benches we drinkin X's
Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this...
Sharply burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidz
and blow all hell fire out ya empire
Live as wire couldn't make my mobb expire or retire
I'm letting off 'til my arms tired
You set quite wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz lock this year
'96-I lost my dun; '97-It got worse..
Pull money out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the background when shots sound off
Flashbacks of how my man is gone, KB forever in my memory
I spill some Henny then I keep it moving
[Chorus:]
Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin' this
Aint nobody stoppin this Rakim and Imfamous
Reck the hood for you and yours-No doubt crash the bars
You don't really wanna go against the source
[Big Noyd]
Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildness
Its bug, niggaz dug in the projects you holiday thug
Ease up all that illin and grillin
get ya melon lite up, you niggaz is butt
You want me, I'm reppin WB, what?
Where you find me at sippin Congac from a cup
With my heat next to my nuts
Never been afraid to bust
Slug rushin to your head like dust
If that wasn't enough as long as strong and tough
we squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black
Fuckin wit these Queens cats
I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop that
In fact black, if you come at me don't come sloppy
All my baby girl got is a papi to guide her
through this world of hatred
And I die to see that she make it
and die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, UM...
[Rakim]
Yo, you wanna come test, son it's massive stress
Penalties of death, pay your last respects
We harass your rep if you slept or half step
We adapt to see what we can master next
After sex pass the bless for after effects
Relax through stress, do math and set, mad connects
Cash the check to get assets we blast techs
Dealing with the mental aspects in chess
So retreat your troops, if you Dunns come to shot
Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep 'em leary of the deadly "7 MC" theory
Soon as they hear me, I release "Lyrics of Fury"
And quick to say a poem that ricochet in your dome
My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home alone
So I can get the cheddar and be the better trend setter
The 18th Letter Forever, what
[Chorus x2]

"Hurt Niggas"

"Hurt Niggas"


[Verse 1: (Prodigy)]

I'll noose ya'll, and push ya'll off the edge
I'm like Ray Benzino 'cause how I hang men
I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb
so I can explode on any mothafucka that grin
trust me, it's not like that, it's not what you thought
you'll be like "P shot me and bounced in the Porsche"
on some real live Mobb shit, Columbo, the Cappo
I pop niggas, leave the gun right there, I got gloves
stop niggas from frontin', leave 'em real fucked up
I drop niggas thats runnin', shoot 'em in they back dun
coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit
and when them things popped out you on some Michael Johnson shit
fuck that, hammer that nigga to the earth
wanna cross me? you niggas gotta pay that toll first
and I got change for all that million dollar shit
and these slugs 'll be the only reason niggas be hollarin'.

[Chorus (Havoc, P, and Noyd)]

Turn this shit up, pump this shit up, DJ mothafuckas burn this shit up,
we hurt niggas
Twirl that shit up, burn that shit up, don't make me have the Nine spit
up, I gives a fid-uck, I hurt niggas

[Verse 2: (Havoc)]

I'm tired of tellin' niggas how the fuck I feel
you know the steel 'll put them niggas to sleep like Benedryl
these trash ass rappers and they faggot ass friends
talkin' like the bitches, walk around like they Men
niggas like ya'll don't get no respect
this is Hav', I die once, ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths
cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it
you know them niggas that be fake be the ones to shout it (Holla!)
talkin' this and that, but check
turn around and get robbed in they own projects
might as well be rappin' on stage for them
bitches be baggin' you, 'cause you the one feminine
the sound of these guns got 'em shook, it's a rap
you could see the yellow stripe runnin' clear down they back
and let a nigga find out where you live at
and then blow that mothafuckin' piece of shit off the map.

[Verse 3 (Prodigy)]

Whattup son, dun, surprise nigga, thats how we pop up on 'em
you off point you die in your sleep, thats the moral
nigga, you know we get our contraban in
smokin' that dangerous, you know we got bangers
you know I'm dead real, I don't know what you was thinkin'
I'm all over the street, you better stay creepin'
I shoot niggas fair ones, I'll box you dun
you'll be six feet in that dirt, I'll stop your run.

[Chorus]