Mobb Deep

[fox69]

"Can't Get Enough Of It"
(feat. General G)

"Can't Get Enough Of It"
(feat. General G)



[Havoc]
QBC
About to take over, your area!
YO

Left to right protect the life, guard my castle
When goin at you, take it to the gats if I have to
It's the hassle, jealous thugs I suppose squeeze
Turn that ass to Swiss cheese, leave permanent holes
And to them hoes, you know how it go, no dough
Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
That don't trick, ladyless, just associates
Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it
I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's
Them fake rappers, but they damn good actors
From population, through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya
Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped
Convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit
Handle B-I, on some calm shit

[General G]
I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics
My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual
For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle
Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly
Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got
Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O
Can't You See, I'm the Total, vocals is low blow
Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!)
Toe to toe complex the next expert, who's in control?
Episode, ya can't control your fascination
Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports
Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile
Wild out for snakeness equals foul
General G, blowin Dutches in the train

[Chorus: Mobb Deep]

Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split
We out to win and that's it!
We out to win it like this!

[Prodigy]
It's like this kid, aiyyo
We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
Out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
Take notes nigga, best check the index
Look over anything that you might've missed
You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists
Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin
Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin
On imbecile niggaz who ain't got they feet grounded
Precise, astonishin shots split ya skin's top
We sent pops, catch you from two blocks
Don't run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin
Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin
Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock
This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin hot
Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot
Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot
Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot
My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke
Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through
(Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)
Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple
Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors
Word up

[Havoc]
Aiyyo we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats
One hundred and oh, nigga go check the stats
QB, yeah that name hold weight and ring bells
All you niggaz Shook and It Ain't Hard To Tell
Major clientele, the Infamous cartel
Catch a buck fifty, them stars we scar well
Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch
Laid up, sippin all types of shit, get ya chick bent
Talk the bitch to death til there's no info left
Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf I'm petrol
Regulate the Metropolitan, niggaz gettin bodied in
In the lobby-in, lock the door it ain't safe, kid
Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it

[Chorus: Mobb Deep]

Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split
We out to win and that's it!
We out to win it like this!

[crowd noise to end]

That's my shit! Yo

 

[fox69]

"Capital P, Capital H"

"Capital P, Capital H"


[Intro - Nyce]
Yeah
It's The Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'?
Straight G's nigga, G's up nigga
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga
Y'all know what time it is man
We clip up over here nigga
What's Your Name Fool?
[Chorus - Prodigy]
Capital P, Bandana P, V-I-P, M-V-P
R-S-V-P or R-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P
[Verse 1 - Prodigy]
P-C-P, P get piecy with the hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist, memorise what I say so
When this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
Im a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless
You got plans at gettin' at P?
Don't do it
I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga
My baby mom's left me, cuz she couldn't put up with my foul attitude
I'm so fucked up, and I love it
It got me to where I'm at dunn
If I had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing
I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way (What?)
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way
[Nyce]
What's Your Name Fool?
[Chorus - Prodigy]
Capital P, Bandana P, V-I-P, M-V-P
R-S-V-P or R-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P, and.
[Verse 2 - Havoc]
H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist memorise what I say
This is '06, '07, '08
You old school, fuck out my face
Who cares if you buyin' the rap
Now these rich little bastards got it on smash
We a new breed, not from the same game
Cut from the same cloth not from the same vein
If money ? flyin' out your mouth from talkin'
Then no comprende, your language is foreign
If your body language don't calm down humbly
Homicide homie if you move too suddenly
And don't fidget with your fingers
Cuz we would take that for a gang sign nigga
Revenge is food that tastes best served cold
But we like it better when it's fresh off the stove
You could get keep your things, we want your soul
So hot, even Satan gotta go
[Nyce]
What's Your Name Fool?
[Chorus - Havoc]
Capital H, A-V-O-C, H class diamonds, H-S-B-C
H killin' all these producers with his beats
Back seat of the H-3 you H-O-E
H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes
first they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
heavy on the waist memorise what I say
[Outro - Nyce]
Yea! Haha
Hollywood Hav nigga, Las Vegas P nigga, hah
Nyce nigga
Ya' niggaz know what time it is man.
Real G'z over here nigga, hah
P - What's up nigga give me the word nigga
I ride on these bitch ass industry niggaz all day nigga
This is what we do ya' heard? Haha
Yeah man we stuntin' them Porsches too nigga
back to back you bitch ass niggaz, Yea!
We got money nigga
Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz
I hate ya' niggaz man, aha
I fuckin' hate y'all man
Word up man
But we ridin' out though you knowhaimsayin'
MBK style.. Mobb Deep Style nigga
Ya' niggaz know what time it is nigga
Ride out nigga
[Beat fades 'til end]

 

[fox69]

"Check The Credits"

"Check The Credits"


[Verse 1 - Havoc:]
Foul shit I'm on it like flies on shit...
Foul shit I'm on it like flies on shit
You're in the presence of realness keep your eyes on this
Stare too long, fuck around, turn into stone
My ruga like medusa and my goons like drones
Hover over battlefields like we in a warzone
E.T. niggas get shook, want to phone home
Trying to use a lifeline but nobody got the manses
Big guns, pulling out them M.C. Hammer dances
No time to get caught the judge throwing books
Like niggas read, we just know about the jooks
Clipped L's in my ashtray
Higher than a motherfucker I'm half baked
Spending money like I never even had cake
On my b-day being broke left a bad taste
And a phobia, crib full of cash homey a
Bitch walked in I said welcome to utopia

[Hook:]
Look up to look at us
We stars, stare at us
We are them niggas check the motherfucking credits [x2]

[Verse 2 - Prodigy:]
Check us out bitch
Ass nigga
Where your money and your things at
Put it all on the infamous when it's from Queens
We a safe bet, astrology will say that
Mobb Deep got that forever way you're just a ripple in the past
Ocean of opiate flow
The empire dope needle state boys like the building stand tall
Don't make me have to fast you up, nigga I fix you
The young lady wanna come with me, let her through
There's no need to grab her arm like that, stop resisting
You're fighting, wasting all our time, you embarrassing
Your own self, look at you now
Stretched out staring up at the twilight, security bound
You took my cavalier attitude for being a bluff
I took your woman, she gave me gratitude in the truck
She want this legendary dick in her life, I got that glow
Street credit score A-1, like you ain't know

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Clap"

"Clap"


clap
mm-hm

[Havoc]
yo
some niggas need the henny to endure the drama
all I need is informtion on your crib and armour
when it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father
need guns get your own gas and never charter
like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
pull strings have you gettin clapped and things
my gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal
watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal
blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal
serchin for Hav is like a search through fog
how you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue
niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off
niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh)
and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

[Havoc]
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

[Prodigy]
yo yo
you bout to be another dead rapper but who know
maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
we'll see, til then,
all I know is how to get the guns in
and give it to a nigga good when he startin
fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit
you better protect that bar, i'll murder that kid
you got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin
all you get is standin ovation with mack 10's
?? and more shit we applaud it
niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with
some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
from gettin at this nigga, pardon my force
you better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too
your power is no match for my strength of wolves
nigga we came into this game on this drama shit
more money more murder thats how we live it
more diamonds more guns is the beginnin
more of this gangsta shit can wear you out
niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh)
i clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

[Havoc]
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

[Havoc]
degree in drama knowledge
you nigga just pay the homage
you niggas should be abolished
for that rappin ass garbage
to me, you just a target, easy to hit
with that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss
then its 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit
and ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures
rusty ass germs niggas already know this
kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
prada'd up, gucci'd up, died on some fly shit
regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga
any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit
so fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it
talk about cliques most infamous run with it
catch your body's ??, most niggas sick with it
and clap a nigga in the first degree

[Prodigy]
aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last
get back, move back, this is that smash
this is that murder you niggas get bucked
your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked
we Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out
or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out
how heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out
take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down
so we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin
any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em
guns clap security be callin for back up
? bullets drop leavin them bagged up
why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
they spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh)
and clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

[Havoc]
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

 

[fox69]

"Clap Those Thangs"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Clap Those Thangs"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Havoc talking]
Yeah we stop fuckin with theses niggaz
It's real... it's real... yo

[Verse 1: Havoc]
This money done got a nigga like me in trouble
I made it niggaz hated leave me dead they beloved to
Mommy before I walked up out that door I should've hugged you
Who's my real friends seems I'm livin in a bubble
For cryin like a bitch nigga get your fuckin firearm
Got me blowin hollow tips right at your Teflon
Nigga stick and move if you ain't gettin stepped on
No heat? That's like a cop without his vest on
We buggin constantly thuggin we ain't showin no lovin
Ice griller than sluggin face the repercussion
Niggaz stomach is touchin it's real not for nothin
Keep fakin and frontin you know it's gonna be somethin
They say you live and you learn niggaz never will learn
Burn heavily burn when streets and music merge
Niggaz comin at me sideways
Nigga get your hammer and let's do this the right way for real

[Chorus: Mobb Deep (Havoc)]
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
If you scared nigga get a gun, don't go get a dog
Got a .44 long to put your ass in a morg
You peace talk with your pistol I send niggaz to get you
Ten grand to hit you the shells are sure to split you
You chrome spot...DROP, gun in the stash... BOX
Get your bitch ass... SHOT, standin around here
The flow so... HOT, they say I got it... LOCKED
Hold on a second homey let's get this clear
The wrist stay... ROCKED, the ruger stay... COCKED
I hope you smoke a lot cuz I supply a weed... SPOT
Now I got a question and I need the answer on the spot
That bitch you with she like you or she like what you got
It's 50 Cent and M-O-B-B breath easy
We ain't finna kill nothin we just chillin nigga
But look dog don't go actin loco
You in Queens you a long way from Kansas?

[Chorus: Mobb Deep (Havoc)]
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those things
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
Ay yo
Why dudes walk around with those on the hip
The pocket or the box nigga wherever they fit
You know we done been through the worst of the shit
All we know is how to survive y'all niggaz eat a dick
Eat it quick eat your food through the I.V fuckin with P
Need a plastic bag attachment to shit?
Y'all make us so real ice grill faces before them guns popped out
Now you look like you seen death
You ain't ready for murder don't play with these kids
Upgrade to a set of wings fuckin with my clique
Basically be a cold case fav real quick
People that enjoy life they don't come to our set place your bets
Your favorite rap is sex I swell up niggaz heads
Frail niggaz is dead better get your weight up yeah
You heard what we said bird niggaz ain't deaf
Fuck y'all wanna do about it huh? Straight up

[Chorus: Mobb Deep (Havoc)]
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs
(Yo, you scared get it dog, you gully get a gun)

 

[fox69]

"Click Click"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"Click Click"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my fort© makin' pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ??, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy
Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do em, like nobody ?? 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

[Tony Yayo]
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Prodigy]
You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain
It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit
And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Cobra"

"Cobra"


[Intro: Havoc]
Yea, ok-ok, yea

[Chorus: Havoc X2]
Just when you thought it was ova
The Mobb came back to put the game in a +Cobra+

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Now, you can catch me by the bar
Shorty lovin' my full, gettin' her nipples hard
Asked - "what's up with the Mobb?"
"And heard y'all broke up?"
Look off in the corner my nigga P, now focus
That nigga been my grimy for 15
And rumor, this nature couldn't stop us from gettin' CREAM
A nigga asked me one more time, in the Infa' beam
I'ma chop your homey down, make a nigga my minie-me
Stop all of the gossip, baby don't you got better things
Fuck a new friend, they just potential enemies
Overall, wounds on your hole, and let it bleed
Can't front the jealousy, just bring out the best of me
Bring out the heater, spit the Ether 'til cheddar bring
Broke work friends, yea they all on my melody
Me and P Generals, y'all just soldiers
Mobb here forever, trick remember I told ya

[Chorus: Havoc X4]

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
The best two man team in rap music
You don't gotta ask, this is what it sound like to be ruthless
Relentless at makin' hits
Mobb Deep boy, what y'all gon' do? (Shit)
With my bullets pine your head
The only one you know, squeezin' folks
And connect, to whoever I was squeezin' for
I get searched and let 'em feel my gun
They know P not shootin' unless you force him
And they know Hav' won't get you, unless you make that nigga
And we off in the club, doin' what we does
So while you runnin' your mouth about us
Me and Hav' in the hotel, tradin' sluts (Aiyo get'out)
You can rally the troops from our dunns
Call all your goons, from when you was locked up
Put us all in one room, and we can lock up
This is Infamous to the death son

[Chorus: Havoc X4]

[Verse 3: Havoc]
Yea, yea, yea
No stop the blasphemy talkin'
Mobb they goin' everywhere, we been tourin'
If you thought other wise, then fuck it, we spoilin'
Your plans, hit you then you lose the 21 grands
So you can run and tell your mens
They ain't gotta switch over to commercial brand

[Verse Four: Prodigy]
Yo dunn, they wish they can have talent like this
We do our own beats, and we write our own shit
Pay for our own movies to be filmed and put out
Got stamina for longevity, we in the house, forever
You gon' know our name
And it's gon' burn you up inside the more you think

[Chorus: Havoc X4]

 

[fox69]

"Conquer"

"Conquer"


Oh My God

[Verse 1:]
Who want it? Who got the stomach for this horror?
Guts spill, have you praying to the Holy Father
Dear Lord, I didn't mean to be an imbecile
Thought it was a game, now you know it's really real
When you feel steel pressed against warm skin
Ain't no turning back nigga, now you all in
Get curious, I show you how the Reaper look
All [?], when you get there don't be a wuss
All shook, now he the crook son
I'm seeing tears and it's not a good look, son
Aw fuck it, let the little nigga live!
Yeah right, they have these other niggas up my wig
No mercy, shit left me about
Years ago, I don't let him in, I'll see him out
And now he on the floor just bleeding out
You know it's on when you see me and my team out

[Hook:]
We conquer, overpower and crush
Come to get washed up
We conquer, overpower and crush
Those opposed to our stuff
We conquer, overpower and crush
Come to get washed up
Overpower and crushed
Come to get washed up

[Verse 2:]
E's back, easy man, move before we seep that
Lame ass team that you got off of the mat
Weak cat, pull it back, please do repeat that
Queens rep: we got more than a little of that
We used to daydream on the bench how we could seize this
And conquer like the British in snapbacks and fitteds
Getting soaked up, no love, the boy's back, he show up
Soldier up, you know it up, come and get folded up
Your bitch is attracted to all of this madness
She want a felon, she ain't fuckin with no graduates
Bad hood, bitch magnet, I'm a savage
They just wanna fuck, you wanna talk marriage
Baby carriage, sittin kissin' in a tree
While I be pipin' em down inside of hoopties
Like, longer, harder, this mobb shit stronger
Than all of y'all weak music, we conquer

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Cop Hell"

"Cop Hell"


Cop Cop Cop Hell [x4]

I'm sendin' cops to Cop Hell (yeah) with gasoline draws
Fuck ya boots and ya bullshit thoughts
I couldn't give a fuck about ya petty annie
I'ma vigil annie who stalk every nigga granny
I'ma put all the cops will they take what I got
But when they try, they gonna get bucked in the motherfucking head
At point blank range I treat a cop like chump change
It's gladder than fuckin great
The insane paragraphs of payin the tax, shoot on
Keep a griz .20 for a bag of bugga
You know my style I gets buck-motherfucking-wild
Rock a cop and put a bitch nigga on trial
So know the smooth, keep my cool, when I peep 'em
Jet on the roof till them fuck death, I don't need 'em
But, then again who does, I didn't stutter, motherfucker
I cut at ya like butter, so
Check my rock and get that ass clocked
Cause of 'round my way all niggaz do is dream 'bout rocks

Cop Cop Cop Hell
[Guru - Take It Personal] "Whatcha gonna do when I start to step to you"
Co Cop Cop Hell [x3]
[Guru - Take It Personal] "Whatcha gonna do when I start to step to you"

I'ma shoot to kill and bitch-ass cops don't get no props
Around my way we buck 'em down at the playground
The bitches in blue ain't worth shit, quick
Shorty get his gun and now we on the run
I'm goin all out on a 9 to 5
To kill 'em off till there ain't one badge alive
Shorty fillin with a attitude (yeah)
And I be damned if you ever find a better dude
Peep it, I'm lettin off five shots, for any five cops
That wanna step up and get that ass drops
And it's on with the cops in my neighbourhood
The buck motherfuckers ain't no good
I know a herd cop when I see 'em
Call his bluff if he think he tough enough to walk my streets
Or shoot a fair one at 'em one time
Grab his night stick and beat his ass down till he's flat line
And now I'm up to my knees in police blood
In the projects, so which cop is next?

BUCK 'EM DOWN KID
BUCK THE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN
BUCK 'EM DOWN KID
BUCK THE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN
BUCK 'EM DOWN KID
BUCK THE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN
BUCK 'EM DOWN KID
BUCK 'EM DOWN

I got a crew of pistol bangers that's real live
So welcome to hell, pig, you won't survive..long
Cause I refuse to get locked down
Tried to cuff me up, so I murdered the fuckin clown
Me and my crew is around the way's most wanted
So step up cop and act like you want it
Little niggga who done it, cause I was blunted
I motherfuckin done him, I keep the cops runnin
Stick 'em up cop or it's a jack, when ya clock
The police academy forgot to teach you about my block
So if you come back when you best, two
Extra clips and bust ya bulletproof vest too
And that's the way we play kid
Word up send them niggaz to hell man

Cop Cop Cop Hell
[Guru - Take It Personal] "Whatcha gonna do when I start to step to you"
Cop Cop Cop Hell [x3]
[Guru - Take It Personal] "Whatcha gonna do when I start to step to you"

As I walk the project blocks dro'ned up
Me, Noyd on point for cops
Cause around my way they try to shot a nigga down
And seein black everytime I turn around
I'm sick of my people gettin hemmed up
Easy to run one gets a chance of gettin bucked
But fuck, what the hell, shit is real and that's just how it is
That's how it is, if I would just read in my motherfuckin crib
I threw a blue pack in mad heat
But 5-0 better know click-click that's how we go in '92
Buck 'em down and all make 'em fall to the fuckin floor
Stick to hell you aks why, it ain't hard to figure
Cause they quick to put a gat in a nigga
So this nigga stays with his finger on the trigger
Till I say no more, till it's depu fell
Buck 'em in the face and let 'em by in Cop Hell

Uhu, Cop Hell motherfucker
You know the fuckin flavor
Check me out
Now check this out man word up
Fuck that
Word up
You know I'm sayin
'92 it's motherfuckin Mobb Deep
So watcha gon do

 

[fox69]

"Cradle To The Grave"

"Cradle To The Grave"


[VERSE ONE (PRODIGY)]
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always (Yeah!)
They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend
Now I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm into win

[HAVOC]
On the scene from the 41st side of Queens
We get the CREAM,laid up,love-love for dame
Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King
Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign

[PRODIGY]
To all my peoples locked down comin back to life
In the world once again though ya fear was trife
While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more
Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I swore
That our crew will live forever,I guess I was wrong
No,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong (Yeah!)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police (Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot (So what!)
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

[HAVOC]
Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas start a cuttin behind the bushes duckin
My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns
Got grazed in the arm, one slug hit my son
He was bleedin from the head,I couldn't believe it
We was defeated,if it was a case I couldn't beat it
Felt like cryin (The temperature's risin)
I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin
So to P I passed the iron

[PRODIGY]
Kid you ain't lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin
On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap!
Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back
Jetted up the staircase to the third floor
Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor
Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw
"So where's the gun we saw?" (I don't know!)
"We know you was there at the homicide scene" (I know nuttin!)
"And if it wasn't you,was somebody from ya team"

[CHORUS]
From the cradle to the grave
(From the cradle to the grave)
REPEAT x 2 1/2
(Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)

[VERSE 2 (HAVOC)]
Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still!
Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill
Son bless me with the iron,I got beef
With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips
Flip em like the Gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift
The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up
Fuck gettin sent up North,son I'm bett-er
Doin my dirt on a low
Fuckin wit them mobbers like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow,you never know
He didn't even have to go there
Unprepared,now he's six below
Y'know I'm chillin,I gots no time for catchin feelings
Get that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funny
But it's all good I still die for the hood
For my peoples,yeah knock on wood

[PRODIGY]
Triple L,rollin dice while I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is short not long
This nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be dead
Know him well and probably go way back
But I don't care if he's your man doin shit like that
I hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw him
He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him
Lets get it over with quick,I'm tired of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how
Later on right now,spoke to Killa yesterday
He said to chill for a while
But it's hard acting like everything is alright
I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin (About what?)
About how what he did buried off and you don't know
How much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
One day my man and the next he's not
Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it!
It's funny how things change (Word up!)

[CHORUS]

[OUTRO: PRODIGY]
Word up man!
Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die!
It's for real,kid,no games bein played