Mobb Deep

[fox69]

"Shook Ones Part II"

"Shook Ones Part II"


[Intro: Prodigy + (Prodigy's friend)]
(Word up son! Word!)
Yeah! To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas, billas...
(Yo I got the phone thing, youkno'msayin'?) (Keep your eyes open.)
For real niggas who ain't got no feelings... [echoes]
(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 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 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! And 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 featherweight! My gunshots'll make you levitate.
I'm only 19 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 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.

[Chorus:]
[Mobb Deep:] Son, they shook...
[Prodigy:] Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks!
[Mobb Deep:] Scared to death, scared to look!
[Prodigy:]
They shook...
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks!
[Havoc:] Scared to death, scared to look

[Bridge:]
[Prodigy:]
Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns.
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds. (earn funds...)
[Mobb Deep:] Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns.
[Prodigy:] Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones. (Havoc: Shook ones...)
[Mobb Deep:] He ain't a crook son! - He's just a shook one. (Havoc: "Shook one...)

Word up! I am, I!
Youkno'msayin'? Ayo!

[Havoc:]
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
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 do, well 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'm a live illegal
And once I get on I'm a put on, on my people
React mix to lyrics like Macks I hit
Your dome up! - When I roll up don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin'.

[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
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
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

[Bridge:]
[Prodigy:]
Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns.
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds. (earn funds...)
[Mobb Deep:] Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns.
[Prodigy:] Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones. (Havoc: Shook ones...)
[Mobb Deep:] He ain't a crook son! - He's just a shook one. (Havoc: "Shook one...)

[Outro: Prodigy + (Prodigy's friend) talk fades out]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain't got no dealings.
Big Prodigy! The whole Bridge! Queens get the money
41st Side! (He's just a shook one.)
Keepin' it real! (You know...)
Queens get the money...

 

[fox69]

"Shook Ones Pt. II"

"Shook Ones Pt. II"


[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 featherweight
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
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...
[Talk fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Shorty Wop"

"Shorty Wop"


Yeah-h-h-h, one two one two
Yeah, okay, now
You know who we got up in this bitch
M.O., M.O.B.B.B.

[Chorus: Prodigy]
(Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street
Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped
(Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot)
Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch)

[Havoc]
And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck)
Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust
Death toll addin up, them razors we let 'em rust
Them haters we clap 'em up, countin cash, that's us
Catch me in that GT Coupe, with the flat screen drooped
in the driver's seat souped, cause it's a Bentley
When I pass by, have you stuck, S.U.'s, black 'em up
Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up
Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot, sorta for my mascots
that pop off, buck buck
Sick 'em Fido, let the car idle, I ain't never been there
Shit can happen have yo' ass, disappear in thin air
Shit real, y'all not, get robbed in a car lot
You bitch you call cop, you snitch and that's off top
My biscuit is gonna pop, whether you like it you not
ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot (boy)

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Prodigy]
Yo yo yo yo dunny you comedy with tragedy nigga
You go 'head, keep smilin, we ain't laughin my nigga
We dead serious, you niggaz is livin jokes
We don't game around, these bullets'll eat through your bones
Y-y-y-yeah, that's right you heard me nigga, reach for your chrome
When you see us, better bleed us off the top of the dome
Meanin you better get to squeezin cause our reason is gone
Meanin that shit is out the window, we won't give it a thought
And we don't give a loud motherfuck about who you are
What's your set that you rep, you can get 'em involved
(*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all you hearin when you go at the Mobb
(*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all I'm sayin if you tryin to talk
We what you would call, niggaz that talk it walk it and live it
Your music is not "Murder," you an Infamous mimic
You what we would call, niggaz who suck dick for a living
Get off our balls, or we'll take chances for prison

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Smoke It"

"Smoke It"


[Havoc]
Go get your rachet 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 chedder 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
its foul how they took out tookie
all this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie
smoke it mmmmm thats a slow toke
liquer for the homies, gonna small toast

[Hook - repeat 2X]
I'm holdin, cock back nigga move slow
the moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo
you notice, niggaz snitchin for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

[Prodigy]
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 TV
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 bann us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck
twisted, twisted and they throwin up, they nausious
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

[Hook]

Smoke it, smoke it, smoke, smoke it [repeat to fade out]

 

[fox69]

"So Long"

"So Long"


[Verse One: Havoc]
Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked
now you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops
tryin' to verify your government
they got you now, they lovin' it,
they wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past
though I can't see your problem
you was still young at the time
did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time
never told you to slow down
resee your crown heights, you wild
all I could say was be careful
give you a dap to bounce
shit that you went through
watched the drama amount
gave a fuck long, you wasn't part of the body count
now I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration
till the interveine, when you first started catching cases
fuck to this, dunn, now you in there
gotta hold it down, you mother's only son
and I'ma ride for you, baby, 'cause a lot of it is still love
I'm still there, when you get home, I'ma be there

[Chorus: Havoc (4x)]

You gotta (hold on)
No matter (how long)
And it seems (so long)

[Verse Two: Prodigy]
I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault
'cause I fronted you that money to get that dough
any man's ain't accountable for they action
still and all I feel responsible for you being gone
I hit the mall 'till it happened, k.a. now & then
just so, you can live and keep your little cosmetics
in that five years, it was a little dough we made
out of sight, out of mind, naw dog
it's not me, I miss you
you on my mind daily
even though I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me
trying to get my shit together
so you could be proud, when you touch down
we got businesses to run now
peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house
on some pety crime shit, boy we was not playin'
on occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end
Black, and bone crazy ass
reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humour
talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler
tellin' me, how you'll deaf, to see your nose out
you need to bring your black ass home
and cut that bullshit out
I could remember me and killa would test our new guns in the projects
'cause that's where police won't come, iller g
my nigga 'till death do us
you almost home, until then
hold ya head, dunn

[Chorus: Havoc (4x)]

You gotta (hold on)
No matter (how long)
And it seems (so long)

 

[fox69]

"Speaking So Freely"

"Speaking So Freely"


[Havoc]
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
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
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
[Prodigy]
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
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Spread Love"

"Spread Love"


[Prodigy:]
First of all, we the one and only Infamous
[Havoc:]
Everybody wanna use the name
Soundin' all lame
[Prodigy:]
We come up in the party with them shanks and things
[Havoc:]
Have you curled up on the floor
Feelin' the pain
[Prodigy:]
And nine times out ten we ain't even start the shit
We finish it
Then they wanna press charges
[Havoc:]
Plus everybody and their mother wanna act tough
'Till they discover how fast a nigga leave them under white covers
[Prodigy:]
Was a thumper
Till he met the 40 thunder
[Havoc:]
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up
[Prodigy:] That's how the ball bounce
[Havoc:] The cookie crumbles
[Prodigy:]
That's what the guns do
Dead you
On the humble
[Havoc:]
But god fogive me niggas tryin to hit me
What I'm supposed to do
You talk about my life
And a nigga got a lot to loose
[Prodigy:]
So I
Tuck the heaters
Then proceed to move
We a mob for real
You an example
[Chorus]
You should spread love not war
Cause my shit is poppin
And I'd be god damned if you shot me
You need to spread love not war
Cause you wont feel safe
Comin out your crib, knowin that we got beef
You should spread love not war
Just think about your kids
How they need you alive for they're guidance
You need to spread love not war
Cause death hurts whole families
Imagine it's your moms that grieves
[Havoc]
Two in the neck
Yes you will, if you not feelin me yet
Outta respect
Can't stand it man, you niggas is set
Sweatin hard ain't do shit
But run your list
When a nigga get confronted
All he do is take the fifth
Not the long, talk about the four
Niggas is raw
You ain't know, now you know
Leakin down on the floor
Never a need for my words
Believe what you heard
Never flash a gat and go bust it
That shit is absurd
Cause I be right back
To my brother say word
You got to drive, no doubt
I cock it bein tougher for herbs
Cause the
Plot is power
An I do it for hours
Won't save me for a minute
Till I move on you cowards
Direct
Drama to us
Infamous be the ones and we rowdy
Million dollar ballad
Make an album, get classes
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through with the big long chains
Plus we got bullets, to blow your brains
Niggas learn when they feel the pain
Know what I'm sayin?
Straight like that
Standin ovation with max
We clap niggas for less
Splash niggas for laughs
Shift the game
Raise your odds
I need 93 thousand for 16 bars
Put out the movie, the hoods rush the stores
700 thousand from out the doors
We the most thorough
Need I say more?
The hoes love the morgue
Cause we so raw
Handcuff you whore
When P come through the scene
Glowin like a black light on white clothing
[Chorus 2x]
You should spread love not war
Cause my shit is poppin
And I'd be god damned if you shot me
You need to spread love not war
Cause I don't give a fuck [echoing]
You should spread love not war

 

[fox69]

"Still Shinin'"

"Still Shinin'"


[Prodigy]
We shot the motherfuckin pack, yo
Yo, to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized
We cook the shake move the weight across the tri-state
Them jooks niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger
My Infamous Mobb get on they job
The truth gets revealed like you W. Fard
Some sheisty New York niggaz, thirsty for chedda
You shinin', you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater
Keepin this rap fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs sellin cross far waters
My Mobb pits is like dime bricks
Satisfaction, guaranteed real shit
Rapper Noyd, we meet you at the top kid
And once we all on top, ain't no stoppin it
I'm headstrong, at peace with myself like Islam
You stupid, a hundred niggaz form around me
Like forcefield pull out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
Motherfucker

[Chorus: (together)]

Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy
Still shinin', still climbin
Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy
Still shinin', still climbin

[Havoc]
Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son
Nine six to the motherfuckin year two G
The Mobb got it locked with the Master keys
Word life combination to the safe it's on
Get that loot motherfucker spread love well you warned
The forty-first got the heat, for them niggaz that thirst
Yes devine nine shine put that ass in line
Regulate, I'm only here just to take what's mine
Must hit combine, dangerous minds Dunn bust the outline
A half a man generatin grands
Kid you know how I go only fuck with fam
That's why you're lookin from the outside in, wonderin
How we bubblin, hustlin, break you days in
Grimy motherfuckers, gettin info from your baby's mother
Got her pillow talkin while that ass was sleepwalkin
So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live
You better be on point when you walk in the rest
Your broke ass probably don't got a vest
So I suggest change your location is best
Because I'm comin through army fatigue dressed
Blessed with hollow tips yes, to burn through your dirty ass Guess
Yes, still shinin', still climbin

[Prodigy]
Hey yo, yo Tommy, word break the fuck off what is you tryin?
His faggot ass cats'll get capped for even tryin
You tried to confront me, but only faced iron
From holes to your shirt like Jamaican clothes
Fuck the miss, the science of numbers is how I live
If we ain't gettin mathetmatics somethin got to give
Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live
Is no way to live, resort to Plan B
Start to stickin, strong-arm robbery and ice pickin
It's sneak vickin, it's cold outside I think it's
Past time for me to grab the clapper and take mine
You follow what I'm sayin it's like leadin the blind
Tryin to voice a clear picture of this life of crime
You slow learners'll understand in due time
Up the ladder of success with tecs, we tryin to eat
And put that fly shit on my back, and bless my feet
With some new and improved, spectate or make a move
Hesitate or regulate it's on you
Crime nigga yo

[Chorus 2X]

What?
Nine six motherfucker
The Infamous

 

[fox69]

"Stole Something"
(feat. Lloyd Banks)

"Stole Something"
(feat. Lloyd Banks)



[Havoc]
Woooh, 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 ??
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

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
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

[Prodigy]
Gunpowder resi' on the sleeve of my Pelle
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 jewellery
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

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Lloyd Banks]
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 (automatics) at the spot
One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop
I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot
Stashbox, with the nine magnum with a wop

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Stomp Em Out"

"Stomp Em Out"


The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat
Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face
Little shorty flip the script, huh
on any punk ass nigga or bitch
The little brown skin buddha sucker, little motherfucker
I dwell, in Juvenile Hell (yea yea)
I got the shit that make you wanna catch a body quick
Fuck em up, bust em down, Queensbridge style
Street corner thug, my title neighborhood partygoer
Noreaga was my idle (yea)
So what you wanna do nigga
My knuckle game brought me fame in the project hallways
I got mad props, for killin cops
Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm cockin back on your black ass B and it's like that

Stomp em out kid, stomp em out [4X]

Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie
I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully
What now, coward ass nigga - you ain't tough
Fakin jax, I'ma call your motherfuckin bluff
Niggaz that violate get me vexed
Son got the mac, Noyd got the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
?? Yeah kid, you know I got dat
Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep
? on my vest in case niggaz wanna shoot me
Niggaz blazin at my ride, but I don't give a fuck
cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five
It's only right, that I represent
Sip on the E&J, straight fuck around and get mega bent
Me and my crew, wild for days
Burn up the stage like a motherfuckin heat wave
Learn to maintain, less stress on the brain
Niggaz try to front, but they know my motherfuckin name
Straight from the Bridge, yeah, you know my style kid
I have you shook like a twenty-five to life bid

[ragga chatta - can't make it out]

[Big Noyd]
Blowin niggaz out the frame, yes it's part of the game
If your style ain't fit, you need to flip the script
and get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit
But shit get real, with a mac and two clips
Niggaz with a hoodie, hmm, somethin's up
Thought you heard a scream, and next I heard a buck
Bow, I knelt down, one knee on the ground
I pull out the glock and Twin pull out the four pound
Shit is real sprayin rocks on the block
If you wanna carry G's you got to carry a glock
and go all out, get down for your crown, don't fuck around
Nigga tried to front, believe me get beat down
and turn around get popped with the glock in a sec
while your man got the tec to his fuckin neck
You know my style kid, you know I'm wild kid
Don't try to front that make me flip and catch a damn bid
Representin from the 'Bridge, you know how it is
My name is Big Noyd, stomp em out kid

[Mobb Deep chorus while Big Noyd speaks]
KnowhatI'msayin? Big Noyd in the motherfuckin house
Representin from the Queensbridge housin
My man Big Twin, knahmsayin, Vic Nice
?? like that
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it goin keep it goin keep it goin
Keep it flowin check it out
Shout out to my motherfuckin Goodfella
We got my man ?, Rapper G
??, knahmsayin? Stomp em out, stomp em out, stomp em out