Mobb Deep

[fox69]

"We Up"

"We Up"


Yeah, bout to get my head right on this one
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah!
C'mon
[Havoc]
Hav' come through, slump low with the seat back
With somethin in the stash to push a elephant bean back
Shit, my shit is touchin, hungry hurry up need that
Tryin to live right, only a juk for the relapse (yeah)
Perhaps I'll fold, maybe I won't
Go back to it like an old bitch I boned
Nigga Havoc he a problem 'specially when he zoned
Let a nigga get foul like the wool he smoked, so
Smell me people, these clowns ain't equal to I
Bitches feel me cause they love my vibe
Know what a chick want, know what a chick need
Recognize the difference from a male, and chicken feed
I'm blessed that's why my neck is glistening
You in a slump cause you not listening
We hold our own and earn our keep
And never ever get more than the one eye sleep
[Prodigy]
(We up!) Word man
(We up!) I be havin nightmares son
(We up!)
(And I love it, and I love it)
(We up!) I don't even wanna go to sleep no more
(We up!) I be havin the illest dreams son
(We up!) Tell you about this shit son
(We up!) Yo (Everybody wake up!)
I'm havin dreams of squeezin a gun that don't work
And some nigga with a tec come and wet my shirt
I catch bullets in my stomach, and them shits burn
I wake up sweatin, holdin my stomach cause it hurt
Yo the shit seem too real, I'm dyin of thirst
I gotta drink mad water just to calm me down thirst
'fore I get back to sleep, and get some rest
Then I can't get back to sleep, I'm too stressed
I got the shotty real close, right under my bed
I know that work, cause I been practicin
with my gauge at the range, nigga I'm nice wit it
Nigga motherfuck them dreams, I'm real life wit it
You'll be coughin up yo' spleen, guts an' all kinda shit
You invade my space, I'm beatin the case
Nigga come fuckin with me, yeah that's my kind of shit
Please, or all of my guns'll be a waste
[Havoc]
(We up!) Yeah, I feel you my nigga
(We up!) No doubt
(We up!) That's why I'm glad we up man
(And I love it, and I love it)
(We up!) We got niggaz to do that shit for us y'know?
(We up!) Word up man
(We up!) That's right my nigga we up
(We up!) (Everybody wake up!)

 

[fox69]

"What Goes On"

"What Goes On"


[Verse 1: Prodigy]
A hood sweetheart, sweet body and sweet face
Her kiss taste like sweet pink lemonade
Baby you the real deal, all these other broads fake
For you, everything stop, hold up, wait
Let me walk with you, make sure you get there safe
Let me talk with you a minute and pick your brain
Any sane motha fucka goin right at you
So I gotta come special if I'm gonna have you
Let other niggas do cartwheels and break they back
You want P cause he ain't stress you like that
You want P cause he keep it real like that
You look too good girlfriend, I gotta do that
Find myself gettin caught up in Charlotte's Web
Black widow might let em? once but then they dead
I know your style, been around the world but then
I tripped on you and a whole nother story begins

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Got those ratchets and hammers you know we never put em down
I met me a shorty that tried to slow a nigga down
No matter how good the nappy I never leave the pound
Shorty, not even for you, I know it sound foul
But so be it, love it or leave it, you bounce
Nigga be hurt a little somethin but come on now
How you met me, how I is, I ain't one of these clowns
I know you love a nigga but I lay a nigga down
In a hot second, spittin the rounds, your man get down
Thought it was sweet, now that man didn't
See, you, yous a woman, gotta help you to survival
Get you over this fear of these guns and I'm a guide you
Why you on my watch for your life, girl I'm liable
Never thought you'd mess with a thug, swallow your pride boo
Let it go, and I'm a hold you down fo sho
Is you with me? If not, there's the door
They say when...

 

[fox69]

"When U Hear The"

"When U Hear The"


Alchemist - fuck is the deal nigga?
Uh-huh, yeah..
Yeah.. when you hear the..
Yeah..
[Prodigy]
P yeah you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars
Gallons of Bacardi, been at the awards
I need a bitch like Christina Aguiler-y for a broad
I know I can splack that, she dyin for a thug
And she heard of me, she know about my Infamous life
Shootouts in New York with various types
Fast money, faster guns, we party e'ry night
Cause we perform, e'ry day of the week for that price
(Mobb Deep) Who you know got a similar catalogue
and still sound brand new, like we just started?
The Carhatt Mobb, Guess jean team
Forty inch chain gang, volume please
So these people can hear the sounds of Queens
I make your arm hairs stand up, it had to be me
Mixed with the A-L-C and H-A-V
N.Y.C. to L.A., we do our swing
E'rybody have a ball, e'rybody party
E'rywhere you turn it ain't nuttin but phatties and hotties
E'rything is all love 'til you try to try me
That's when I make e'rybody (shhhh)
[Chorus]
When you hear the... it's on
When you hear the... it's on
When you hear that.. it's on
When you hear that.. it's on
[Havoc]
Yo I'ma glow, like a dirty bomb, jux, with the certy arm
Rippin anything, that you motherfuckin hear me on
Add it to the catalogue, heavy hitters had the song
Niggaz showin no feelings and me, got 'em camoflauged
(F'real baby) You little babies so emotional
And tip-toe around the beef until that toast to you
Ain't got no problem in smokin you
Enemies I could deal with, be the ones that's close to you
And do, what I'm 'posed to do, approach Duke
Why you faggots only squeezin from out, the vocal booth?
Know my style be that overproof, open the Coupe
Open your face was talkin, wasn't talkin to you
And now the medics gotta mind to your face, tyin the lace
You tellin that a D.A. got 'em tryin the case, yeah
Bottom line you cowards is ass
Know Mobb good, in numbers y'all music is trash
[gunfire] When you hear the..
[Chorus - echoes to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Where Ya From"
(feat. Eightball)

"Where Ya From"
(feat. Eightball)



Yeah
Infamous in ya area
Eightball in ya area
About to cause mass hysteria
Yo, ashes to ashes big gats to little
I put it to you clear while you cats talkin riddles
Snake and buck at me
If you did I'd say you got lucky
Trained to tread through land to get muddy
Ayo, blood rap
Survival of the fifth style cat
I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap
Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be like that
Listen close you can learn from it
It's real black
Gangsta shit makes the world rotate
If eight was all make a nigga wanna gain some weight
Fat belly black motherfuckin D-O-G
And I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin for me
Ayo
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood
Live and direct from the south to your stereo
Prepare for bustin and dumpin okay player here we go
Strapped with infa-red raps when I hit the traps
Crack the wack into pieces when I hit the track
Like stone to glass I shatter they raggedy ass
South style waiving my motherfuckin soldier rag
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle
Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas buck wild
The root to all evil daily I chase it
Blow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start where I lay my head
We get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead
Yo fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
Feel my though, You don't want to get filled up with holes
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose
Wiping her tears cause something on your top got shot
Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block
Fuck, leaving without it dunn I'd rather get knocked
Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore
Even though she get my dick harder than the parol board
Stick and move, slide in, slide out big guns
Mack milly prepare to mob you steel phillies
Connected with Eightball dunn so what's the drilly
Out to take it all if you wit me then feel me
Don't get yourself shot
Bleedin to death hops
I pop canners off leave a nigga head whopped
A maverick my H-K will work magic
You'll find yourself in the O-R for talkin that shit
Street justice I tip the scale over cousin
I hold more weight you just a no name nigga frontin
Get your hardware lets treat it like a contest
And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit
Murda Muzik my street life influenced it
Its so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it
A renegade crack your top like devil spring
Vigilante niggas know the song I sing
It go
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
No mistakes for the fake no escape
Chop them boys up and puttin it in their face
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my ice pick niggas one
To all my dunns trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas

 

[fox69]

"Where Ya Heart At"

"Where Ya Heart At"


[HAVOC TALKING]

Lets do it dunn...My man...That's why I keep my mouth tight.
Ain't got no worries for y'all niggaz man...y'all niggaz is crazy

[PRODIGY]
Hey yo, its hell on earth down here the pavement scorching
Its more on roc when the Mobb walks in
shit gets hot like a ill pot of grits spilled on you
Spit fire with nines but never squealed on you

I understood you should try to take my life
If I was you I would too damn right
If I had drama with a nigga like such as myself
I couldn't even sleep at night until...
I made things right
Pull out guns exchange a fight
Be the first to let off mines ignite the pipes...
and never let the daylight decieve
during the suns' hours niggaz do bleed
Aim for the waist and something on the top gets shot
Niggaz can't shoot never made a thing drop
Keep cream of the crop
fresh out of box shit filled to the top
Smell the barrell when its bolt-locked nigga

[Hook 1 - PRODIGY]
Have you ever lost a loved one?
Or never understood love 'til you lost one?
Where your heart at?
I left mines behind with my dearly departed
Where your heart at? Strength missing
To take losses is the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest
Strive regardless. Where your heart at? Brave-hearted.
Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at

[HAVOC]
This is to my physical you gone...to me you still here
I be buggin thinking how you doin' up there
Probably watching over me calling out my fouls
Fuck with mad chicks but I take care of my child
I miss that ass tell God I said pardon me
If Your real; He'll forgive me (no doubt)
But I ain't crying no more about how you're gone
Used to hold me down niggaz front its on
Ain't wetting going to jail you better shoot me
Just lost my heart-If I die you comin' wit' me
quickly while I'm pissy they're just bitches thats' a little to frisky
risky on point hope these cats is getting the point whisper out my name
Stand but please don't point call me paranoid
But I'm on point close by the stash joint Got you in my mind
I guess thats why the say love is blind

[Hook 2 - PRODIGY]
Strength missing we take losses. be the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest. Strive regardless
Where your heart at? Brave-hearted.
You better finish what you started (dunn)
If you ever lost a loved one?
You'll never understand love 'til you lost one.
Where your heart at?
I left mines behind with my dearly departed
Where your heart at? Strength missing
To take losses be the hardest
The ones that overcome be the calmest
Strive regardless. Where your heart at? Brave-hearted.
Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at

Have you ever lost a loved one?
You'll never understand love 'til you lost one.
Where your heart at?
I left mines' behind wit' my dearly departed
Now where your heart at?

[PRODIGY]
I find myself dozing off with it (guns)
waking up every forty minutes (dun)
Soaking wet dripped to death in it
On top of rules big barells and tools get tested
And hittin off makes my dick get erected
We all strive for a better tommorow
But as far as today your ass gotsa' pay
And ain't no time better than the present one at hand
And never keep your shit too far from your hand

[HAVOC]
Think about this are you with your hands on who you running with
Some timers, Playa' hata's and dick riders
Bent niggaz' that be crashin into dividers
Gettin you into shit got that ass tied up
Got them la'd up got you comin out of your vault
With no plans of giving back live in serious debt.
Your lady fucking other niggaz you a fool for her
Talking 'bout you got money you just using her
Actually loosin' her...

 

[fox69]

"Win Or Lose"

"Win Or Lose"


"Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose" -> [Jean Plum]
"... whether I, win or looooose"
[variations of this sample repeat throughout the song]

[Havoc]
Another day another dollar it's about gettin money
Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny
I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long
my hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm

[Prodigy]
It's like ahh shit it's on, time to go shoppin
For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
My clothes, be the same shit that we had on
And fuck lookin cute, save that for the broad

[Havoc]
It's the H-A-V-O, C-dump-and-reload
Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin through the peephole
Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those
But get locked and I'm sluttin lady C.O.'s

[Prodigy]
And we the only niggaz you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still on parole
We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries
Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans

[Chorus]
"Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose"
[H] But losin ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
"Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose"
[H] But losin ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world

[Havoc]
Y'all like bitches - the chit-chatterin
Stay not likin a nigga but givin dap to him
Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him
Never get cool with you niggaz, I end up clappin 'em

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggaz
Franklin and Grant, get yo' ass blammed with the quickness
Y'all niggaz is finished
You overdosin the world with that cute shit
It's time for this realness

[Havoc]
And here I go again, lettin the mac blow
Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose
I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone
For real, put it on her like {?} wrapped dome, f'real

[Prodigy]
Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors
We run laps around e'ry artist on your payroll
Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black
with the black rims, killin yo' bitch in her a-hole; uh-oh!

[Chorus]

[samples continue to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Win Or Lose (Remix)"
(feat. Jadakiss, Jay-Z, Nas)

"Win Or Lose (Remix)"
(feat. Jadakiss, Jay-Z, Nas)



[Havoc]
It's real, yeah, right, oh, uh, it's right, oh yeah, whoo
Feel it baby, yes

Another day another dolla, it's about gettin money
Then you can gimme a holla, my nose runny
I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long, my hands numb
But bet I feel that paper hit my palm

[Nas]
My stripes show like regimines, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my preschool, even talk to my old principal
He tell you how I used to pack a number two pencil

[Prodigy]
It's like ah shit it's on, time to go shoppin
For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
My clothes, be the same shit that we had on
Fuck lookin cute save that for the broads

[Jay-Z]
Ya brought to the game, all the scores the adrenaline rush
Your blug-boys not knowin cops could rush
And you in a drop, you so easy to touch
No two days are alike, except the first and fifteenth pretty much

[Havoc]
It's the H-A-V-O, C dump and reload
Knock knock answer that I'm blastin through the peep hole
Body charge, pay lawyers so we get those
Get locked then I'm sluttin lady CO's

[Prodigy]
We be the only niggaz you know that fuck they PO's
They push our files to the top, you still on peroll
We got, money to roll, no time for pennetentiaries
Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans

[Chorus x2]
Here I go again, whether I win or lose
But losin ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world [top of the world]

[Havoc]
Ya'll like bitches, the chit chatterin
Stay not likin a nigga, but givin dap to him
Hav don't change for no chick, and they adapt to 'em
Never get cool with you niggaz I end up clappin 'em

[Jadakiss]
Ey yo my attitude is subject to change
I mess around and spit twelve with the drivers side doin ya range
Six hit you, the other six up in ya dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your change

[Prodigy]
Federal note fettish, you fuck with my niggaz Franklin and Grant
Get yo ass blammed with the quickness
Ya niggaz is finished, you overdosin the world with that cute shit
It's time for this realness

[Jay-Z]
And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up
And the droppin to find a man, when the well dries up
You learn to work the water, without work, you thirst 'fore you die yup!

[Jadakiss]
So take heat, that not only can I flow I can aim
Cause y'all misdemeanin niggaz can't stand the rain
Better believe that, whenever I see ya'll, I'mma test ya
Only cause I know the fact that you respect pressure

[Havoc]
And here I go again, lettin the mack blow
Slugs bubble up in ya stomach like lactose
I'mma date shorty put it up in her backbone
For real, put it on it like a check, though my rap don't

[Nas]
Tables turned now, got my own label I earned
Like that nigga said in Dead Presidents, "Money to burn"
Queensbridge paid homage respect
Nas is a vadic, knowledge to rap
Plotters with gats, niggaz is dissin that

[Jay-Z]
Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my mamma couldn't beat me hard enough
to match the pain of my pop not seein me, so
With that stain in my membrane
Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came
Then that 'halin introduced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to Cam'
I'm a hustler now, my gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd
And all the way be light scream girls be lovin me now

[Prodigy]
We out-live labels, and distributors
we run laps around e'rybody artist on ya pay-roll
To hop up in the Range Rove
Jet black with the black rims killin yo bitch in the A hole, uh oh

[Chorus: til end]

 

[fox69]

"Y.B.E. (Remix)"
(feat. Bars-n-Hooks)

"Y.B.E. (Remix)"
(feat. Bars-n-Hooks)



[Bars-n-Hooks]
Startin' wit' us, through this take over we lockin' down the sound
Hip Hop's makeover, we breakin' the rules and changin' the game
We ain't yo QB regulars, we breakin' to change
We the most Infamous Black Entrepeneurs
We leaders, record sellin' overacheivers, controllin' the speakers
Movin' the crowds, bringin' our own sound and lockin' it down
So if you on your own wit' us, flow wit' us , give it all you got
And you goin' blow wit' us, see you at the top, we on our way
Cause Bars-n-Hooks is here to stay, we here forever
We entrepeneuin', straight out of the back of the trunk
Dawg theres no losin' , we independent Dunn you talk it, we do it
You frontin', we Young Black Entrepenue it..

[Chorus: Prodigy and Female]
...Get rich, get money, get paper(FUBU)
Get paid, get straight, get laced(Karl Kani)
Get yo ones, Get yo Dunns out the slums(Roca-Fella)
Get yo ones, get yo moms out the hood
Get dollas, get cash, get bucks(Ruff Ryders)
Get wit' it, get big, get bucks(Flava Unite)
Be a lil' git or be a drugs(Kashmir)
Get a job nigga do something
Dr. y'all be a Young Black Entrepenuer, we them Young Black Entrepenuers
Blackheads, we them Young Black Entrepenuers
We them Young Black Entrepenuers

[Havoc]
yo, yo...Young Black Entrepenuer, pop the fo'
Only when needed thats what them soldeirs for
Got my mind on this money, got enough or more
A have me vaskin' in this son, why you scramblin' dawg
Niggas makin' real mistakes, some talk about that real estate
Pumpim' that real shit, thats what I call weight, what cha' call on
I call it Half-Weight, Half-Ass, How to starve wit only Half-a-Cake
Fuck outta here, wit' a mouth to feed, a have me goin' hard
Like Smokey goin' for' trees, and you can blow these
Blockin' my nigga please, I wake up in the morning wit' that #1 thing
Get Money, like pussy can't live wit' out it, and if you don't got it
Probably gonna be wit' out it, Fo' Sho, Young, Black, Entrepenuer
Pop the fo', only when needed thats wat its for

[Bars-n-Hooks]
yo...hey yo, Its all about the paper, the big mansion we lampin'
The office buildings for all his buisness
we got cha' like "Damn" look at all this Infamous, Films and
Promotion, Record and clothin', we on our own in puttin up our own chips
Thats the whole meanin' of In-De-Pen-Dence, scared money, don't make money
And the clothes malt, dont' give venom
Real niggas take money, cause we the real Entrepenuers in this game
We, young, black and doin' our thang, I'm only 19, playin wit chips
That y'all want, talk about me any way, I'ont care cause I'm up
I'ma QB see-er, YBE-er, everybody wanna join us, why?they can't beat us
The ice on us, they blind, they can't see us
We push benzes and own our buisness...

[Chorus: Prodigy and Female]
...Get rich, get money, get paper(Cash Money)
Get paid, get straight, get laced(No Limit)
Get yo ones, Get yo Dunns out the slums
Get yo ones, get yo moms out the hood(BET)
Get dollas, get cash, get bucks(Faith Magazine)
Get wit' it, get big, get bucks(Don Diva)
Be a lil' git or be a drugs(Granson)
Get a job nigga do something [echoes something, something]

 

[fox69]

"You A Shooter"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"You A Shooter"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Havoc Intro]
Yeah

[50 Cent Intro]
Oh Yeah..
What the fuck you lookin at shorty?!
Hahaha...
You don't want it lil' nigga..

[50 Cent Chorus]
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'

[Havoc Verse]
Niggaz ain' nuttin' but cloud killaz fo' real
Im down with the unit for the gorillaz fo' real
Go bananas if you want (ooh ohh) gettin' pill
Y'all shoot cuz he shoot, we do this for real
Clap me'z a motherfucker, make more mills
Cash me a cheque, cop more wheels
Shorty you a bad bitch a good ass steal
Now hop up on this dil's and smeer that lip gloss
Me and P share bitches like we switch Porsche
My hammer navigate B, Hummer don't get lost
Boy, the desert eagle have dat whole shit ripped off
We get that ??guap?? cuz we make
Shit to pop heavy rotation that shit flop
Wont stop til we get, to that top
If that gun too far then you will get ??axed??
Y'all niggaz aint real ya just talk a lot

[50 Cent Chorus]
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'

[Prodigy Verse]
If you killa then kill somethin'
You talkin' all day, frontin'
Killin' nutin you niggaz iz real gay
See me shinin', mad diamonds now what can i say
I'm a megastar never thought it be this way
Niggaz fightin' for the bottom, i feel your pain
I'm at the top and i'm never cumin' back again
'xcept for when i come to scoop lil' shorty good brains
Out the hood, you see me in your hood, dont play
I open up your head and expose your brain
Its not a joke or a game
And i ain't tryna advance my rap lines, please believe what i say
I'm a mob nigga, nigga i do this all day
Hit the weed hit the gas on a landscape
See me cummin' through the club, get outta my way
You don't know me, man get outta my face
'for i flip, no shit, niggaz get sprayed

[50 Cent Chorus]
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'

 

[fox69]

"Young Luv"

"Young Luv"


[Prodigy]
Fresh out some bitch pussy, hay in the middle of the barn don
Super hoe putting on a freak show
Inside the mini mansion, had bitches dancing
and a naked bitch who ain't ready
My dick is two percent head, ninety-eighty percent shaft heavy
Steadily long stroking shit
P stands for penetration while y'all parleying
I'm in the back, digging her back, got shorty hollering
Candy girl took a blast of the shit, I got her in
a pretzel, pushing her legs back, she wet too
Perverted niggas do this type of shit all day
Sodomize, modernize 'em up to my standards
1996 bitches got ran through, 1997 cancel that hoe
She blessed the god well though
Word up son, you know what I'm saying, you know how that go though
Caligula style, young love, model actress
Superstar, porno star on a mattress
Looking like Jada Pinkett, I stabbed it
The vultures grabbed it, money no date raped it
Videotaped it, handy camera record
The bitch is blowing me, my dick went soft young love
Scrubbing that crotch with Dove
Potpourri bitches get fucked and mouth plugged
So lady cop, secretarians and librarians
Midtown high-class hoes with pearl earrings
Bump into a true to life vulture like P
Beat you over the head with G, and drag you back
to the cage and let this Mobb nigga coach boo
Train that ass, put it on curfew

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Hey, young love
Hey, young love
Young love, young love
Hey, young love
Hey, young love
Hey, young love
Young love, young love

[Havoc]
Left it in the hotel, must admit we don't love 'em
Before you consider it foul, let me put you on cousin
Eighty-eight had a vision on some rap shit
Not knowing it would happen, down the road gold status
But back then there was this one little chick
That I wanted to hit, get with, the whole shit
Fourteen, laying my G, little me
I had to have her, had a nigga like me losing Zs
No sleep, fucked up in the head over her physique
Even thought about going downtown (keep it real)
I know there's niggas out there that would've felt the same way
It was the freak in me, actually crossed my mind frequently
Finally and once again we bumped heads
A stank gesture suggested that I was dead
Like a crack-head, didn't even give a nigga rib
But fuck it, what can I say? I tried to put my little bid
and kept living, nigga move on, you a man
No matter what it take we're gonna hold the upper hand
Shuffling beats, six years later son it was done
The Infamous, Mobb Deep left you stuck off the Shook Ones
And then the funniest thing after a show backstage
I peeped chick who didn't give me play back in the day
It was all love, hold no grudge, gave her a hug
What's the drilly baby? She was like "you", nah what's up?
You know me, doing my thing tryna live
Asked if I was busy, could I chill with her in her crib
No days, but we can chill up in the Ramada
Payback is a bitch, once I get in there I got her
In the telly, E&J dick popped the cherry
Left the little hoe with no dough and got jetty
Bless the god boo, you know how we do, it's self-explainable
Un-domesticatable, but highly we capable
The turntables beat you in your own game, enough said
Another victim caught up in fame's web

[Prodigy]
Young love, young love