Mobb Deep

[fox69]

"Dump"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

"Dump"
(feat. Nate Dogg)



Yeah.. c'mon man
[Nate] Dump dump dump
You know this shit is ours man
This is our field man
[Nate] Dump dump dump
Y'all niggaz need to just leave this shit to us
[Nate] Dump dump dump
Corny-ass niggaz, aiyyo
[Nate] Dump dump dump

[Havoc]
That's that hard shit
That hit a nigga up in his car shit, this war bitch
Somehow I feel we need more of the thing
Instinct to get that paper, know it's all in my vein
You rookies need to be toilet trained
You faggots shittin everywhere that you eatin
That's why the coroner came
You never know, when the tec'll blow
Wet you and catch you off guard
Niggaz know that I crept slow
And never fold bitch, hollows we let 'em go
And hope them little jugs you sold cover your medical
Y'all don't wanna bump heads with us
Dump lead head to head with us (nah)
And ain't no leg-in homey, neck and up
It come to beef, you know we chef-fen it up (all day baby)
And ain't nobody do it better than us
Dry snitch and we wettin you up
[Nate] Dump dump dump

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Many men try to set me up to watch me die
Tie me up and put me in the trunk then wave bye-bye (dump dump dump)
Everyone who know me know that I'm Mobb Deep and I
keep it true and ain't afraid to shoot so duck when I (DUMP DUMP DUMP)
Ain't gon' catch me slippin up
Ain't gon' catch me give it up (dump dump dump)
Ain't gon' hear me creepin up
Roll down the window I'm about to (DUMP DUMP DUMP)

[Prodigy]
Nigga I'll smack that smirk right off your face
You listen to jerk music, this is Mobb Deep
You ain't never seen or heard no shit like this
Until you purchase our CD, it's very worth it
Don't confuse our album with that "Mix Tape" shit
Those our scratch, basically our throwaway shit
And nobody wrap the street like the Infamous clique
Slash Jive, now we got millions to work with
And we Violators too, so you know we overdoin it
What's stoppin the crew, only death can ruin it (bring it)
Homey been there and done that, and still they wanna come back
and shoot us down (blaow blaow blaow)
Our advice, you want somethin done right
then you better come and do it yourself
We give shooters this shits, make O.G.'s get they gun off the shelf
And blow the dust off they old snub-nose three pound
[Nate] Dump dump dump

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
Shoot 'em up now bang, bang
Don't fuck around with the wrong mayne
In every fuckin city it's the same thang
Don't be sayin nothin stupid to a grown mayne
Shoot 'em up now bang, bang
It really ain't the same, now the game changed
Got me grippin on my weapon just to main-tain
Fill you full of holes and get my name changed

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Extortion"
(feat. Method Man)

"Extortion"
(feat. Method Man)



[Intro:]

Yeah...
Time to let these niggaz know Son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G
Yo...

[Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with Speed
Like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss
Of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
Heavy load my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

(Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)

[Verse Two: Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
And then played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't give a fuck
If the next crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion)

Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do
You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps
Chew on that shit
Punk faggot (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of matches
(Yeah, that's just about it)
Under pressure like fat bitches...

 

[fox69]

"Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)"
(feat. Nas, Raekwon)

"Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)"
(feat. Nas, Raekwon)



[Chorus:]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines
[Chorus]
[Verse One: Prodigy]
Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
for the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range Rover
All jewelled like Liberace
You watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me
But I'll be on the low sippin Asti Spumante
Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah
but keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure
If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team's inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me
[Verse Two: Havoc]
Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
Sling do my thing organize fiend servants
Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal
So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real
cuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi
Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin place'll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me try your style's sloppy
Want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
My theme is all about making the green
Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Nas]
A drug dealer's dream
Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin
[Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef]
Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
they swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's
playin corners glancin all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya
But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right
It's only right, feelin higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go
Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Raekwon]
Uhhh
Lay back
Word up, just bless em
with the bulletproof
Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
for your nation
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Feel My Gat Blow"

"Feel My Gat Blow"


(Aight, cool, [inhales] take a seat dunn)
(Uh, huh, word up uh huh uh huh)
(Step aside uh huh uh huh, fuckin bitches uh huh uh huh)

[Chorus: Havoc]
There that go, feel my gat blow [x4]

[Prodigy]
Rocket takes form, songs bring down the forum
Sedate niggas and relate towards em
Tech's/text marvel, Infamous cuttin sole parcel
Ship a box to your local ragaposatory
Mind twirler, my disc course'll throw a nigga further
Off balance, expose your true colors
You ain't thugged out, I damn near fell out
Hearin y'all niggas run at the mouth

[Havoc]
Yo, runnin at the mouth, no-no
Put it back in replay, slow-mo, rollin for dolo
Crash shit like a 9-8 brand new whip
Flash shit like dice from diamond district
Cock biscuits, live and dangerous, the risk shit
Son ya heard, are you listening?
Then stop bitchin, cuz the gun pay, put me down get made
Get bent as hell, talk shit get laid

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
There that go, two weeks
Either wit your dick or wit the fifth
I spit flames at him quicker than I forgive
Put your life on it, Mobb niggas holdin shit
Down for the cause, respect the I-M-D, or take a L
Respect my QB rep, and not yours yo
Move them niggas aside and take force dunn
You can't hold us, security can't control us
Comin out the venue toe up, what

[Havoc]
Bone your chick, push whips, invest shit
If I wreck shit, cop the next shit then make a right on red
Handle business, do shit confuse the feds
Never lose my head, push your wig instead
Rapper Noyd at my side so that set your bed
Fuck it, I'm shiesty yo there's kids to be fed
Little dunn-dunn's got me goin hard for the lump sum
Bite the hand that feed you and I let you know how we do

[Chorus until fade]

 

[fox69]

"Flavor For The Non-Believes"

"Flavor For The Non-Believes"


[Havoc]
Yo.. this is flavor for the non believes
Sit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pass the weed
And by the way, this is all the way live
And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes
Pumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause I wanna
The little Don Ho drug dealer ? performer
At my height, I'm described as a midget
But it ain't about height - it's about, "Can I Kick It?"
Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill
I hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil'
You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent
I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood
And when I kick MC's abandon ship
Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse
Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring
Cause I'm flippin like pages in a Word Up magazine
Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante
So explicit even porno flicks ban me
And girls gel me like jheri curl activate
The forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin
Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin
This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste
Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place
I cook you up, like Uptown raw base
And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface
Like I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw
for the cause, battle me, take a loss
I steal shows like BelBivDevoe's
and put on my latex when I hit up the hoes
You know the flavor kid, give me my props
Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops..

Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes

[Prodigy]
Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin Old Gold
Roll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and stroll
Prodigy, verbally tragic and I'm toxic
Check out the way check out the way the way that I drop it
You know my style, step back, cause I'm buckwild
All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile
Baby Grand Puba, Little Rick the Ruler
And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha
MC's can't get with Mister Mister
Money don't fake moves cause I probably hit your sister
I'm on a mission word is bond
Word to God, I goes on.. the little Don
Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic
Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic
I murder with the brain of Hitler black
And me bein weak, even Kodak couldn't picture that

This is flavor for the
This is flavor for the non believes
Flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes

[Havoc]
Niggaz don't understand first of all
I rip when I rip check it, never stall
Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours
I'm goin all out, check it
You thought I couldn't wish I wanna do what I did
I did it so I done, kill another fuckin kid
Cause I don't give a motherFUCK, and you do
That's why your stupid ass got bucked
Outta luck, never took the time to wish
Took a bitch down then I'm out like quick
Nestle chocolate, munch like it's ?
That was then, this is now, I'm goin for the gold
Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short
Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport
But not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadays
knows mad jig tricks, and that I ain't with
Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go
with another fly groove, cause I'm so smooth
Never like to brag, but I, do it still
Sip on a 40, smoke on the Phil'
So next time kid you wanna beef just chill
before I break your ass up to bits
How many licks would it take
Check it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licks

This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes
This is flavor for the non believes

 

[fox69]

"Flood The Block"

"Flood The Block"


Yeah, yeah, yeah
All day baby, all day

[Chorus: Havoc]
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit

[Havoc]
You know my story, you can feel me, you know how I get done
I'm bout the money, I been at it for a little while
Never put the metal down
Hunger never satisfy, billion dollar Snicker bar
And once I settle down, pre-nup to the lucky broad
A Bentley Coupe, a bless in the backseat
First day, once they hand over them keys
Couple of G's, I'm trickin on the watermelon trees
So high, so stuck, like Jay's Rucker team
On the bus no diss f'real stuck
Just countin that, money and still visit my niggaz on the Island
The money mountain I climb it, it won't stop
My money too dirty to ever go pop
It's a lot, you could do with a fifty {?} watch
Steadily, eliminate, competition and flood
that block with the primo, cuz the trunkilo {?}
Not for too long, gotta stay on top of your people

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Prodidgy]
It don't matter if it's the winter or summertime
I got the mac in my pants
Make niggaz do that dance, they fuck with mines
It always come a time, when it's time to flip
You only flippin when you hit by a gun of mines
You broke and you wanna shine, you in a dollar van
I'm in a oh-five G-55
That girl you with's a friend of mine, I hope that's not yo' wife
You wouldn't do that if you seen the bitch other side
We ain't got time for peasants, the streets need our presence
They not gettin fed from them other guys
We in the hood like drugs, if we ain't out on tour
with Mobb Deep written on the headline
While y'all poppin all that lip
We does what y'all talk and more of that kid
Unfold one of my knots, it look like a brick
We'll never go broke, while you sit and bitch

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"G.O.D. Pt. III"

"G.O.D. Pt. III"


Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus)
("What you got in the trunk?")
Aight, aiyyo Son, yo yo
You think that motherfuckin nigga's out there right now Son?
(Word, what he doin out here?)
Son we got drama with that nigga
Be tryin to fuckin front last week
(What, that kid out there? Yo, I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?)
Nah fuck that, go, go open the window real quick Son
Open that fuckin window
(You gonna take him from the window nigga?)
Yo hold up
That, there go, that's that nigga right there Son?
Right next to the basketball court?
(Yeah yeah, that's the one)
Oh shit! C'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere, turn the lights out
(I got somethin too Son, that's how we do)
Turn the lights out, c'mon through
[sounds of clips and an automatic being cocked]
(Back up, back up, they lookin)
Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that nigga right now Son
Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son
[Twilight Zone in the background]
(Yo you BUGGIN Son!)
Heh nhah chill 'Zo, fuck that
I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin window
(Ga head Son, go head man!)
Hold up (You want somebody go bust him!)
Nah fuck that I'ma hit this nigga out the window Son
(Ga head man!)
Shit shit shit don't blow it up, duck down
(Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head)
[two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah!
Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
[two shots]
Fucker! (What?)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(Yo it's the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama we bring, yeah/yo that's a small thing

[Verse One: Prodigy]
Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike back (what?)
I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that
You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat
You get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end, with iron map
Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap
Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact
You'll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individual bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in braille, for vision impaired
You lookin for P, well you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear)
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Havoc]
Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons
Hittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed
While you actin out of character, we observin
Drillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at em
Hennessee raps float like the Phantom
Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin
Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed, but easily revealed and fast
Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain beyond measure
Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread)
Life changed around quick to one stead (stead)
Face full of fear, conquerin your ice grill (grill)
Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil)
Givin a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left open
For the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin your death
That's the dead truth, check in the morgue, you'll find proof
Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink
To the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I shot him

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"G.O.D. Pt. III (Remix)"

"G.O.D. Pt. III (Remix)"


Yeah, yeah, G.O.D.

[Havoc]
Lime Bacardi(no doubt) heavely bent peep my mission
have the chicks trippin the Eddie Bauer Expedition
Uptown hit the pet shop
hit the tele crown plaza, proceed to wreck shop
had the shorties starvin, Gotti finessed the dutchie
unraveled the leaf, heave the gut like a phillie
now we politicin, layin G while they listenin
its a Mobb thang, aint no time for intermission son
Im thru wit mines play my part where I fit
schemes of gettin rich never eat where I shit
whats the drilly really, wanna be thugs constantly kill me
never had my PHD, Im just being me
speakin in general, where beef I gotta settle now
you know the clik, never had to switch files
bent off the St.Ides chase you down wit Cristals
count this muddy collect loot from Loud
then I bow, forever in this the war crowd
bless all my sons that hold me down
keep it real wit me I keep it real wit you
keep it in the Fam, and got our eyes on you

[Chorus]
Its the G.O.D. father Part 3,
Q-B-C sip lime Bacardi
heavy on the wrist cube link my ice ring
drama we bring yo thats a small thing

[Prodigy]
Infamous entaprisez, surprise kid
get up on that ass like a virus
live in the flesh its the freshest flyest connaivenest
violatin niggas you dont wanna fuck wit
Im stuck wit my peoples and they stuck wit me
anybody in my crew would get bucked for me
and I damned sure will take a slug for thee
we rep the Q-B-C fromn the N-Y-C
let me show you how this rap shit is supposed to be
most of yall rhyme niggas just disgust me
nigga P thugly eruptly fuck thee, comin wit nuff G
you and SP fuck that regulate my way thru black
move the crowd even like this or even wit that
I kick thug raps, for my niggas in pants
rocked the same gear for years guzzilin beers
yo son, I hear alot a niggas call theyself infamous
lets sit back and take a look at this, respect this
we be the most infamous livin reckless
we'll undress kids , come on pop the necklace
to go against my Mobb would be senseless
you must gotta deathwish
you simp kid you really in this my nigga face bent
but still carrying gats goin for his
what the deal....you know the drill

[Chorus/Outro: Singing]

 

[fox69]

"Gang Bang"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"Gang Bang"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah its the Talk Of New York nigga
This is gang bang music

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Guns is razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz
You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs
Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same
Alls you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make your ass insane
Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Yo who the illest in recent memory
Mention me heavilly
On these streets and penitentiarys
Spit every breath of me
Only a couple of niggas out there runnin' neck and neck with me
I'm a be on top regardless faggot put that on everything
Wrote a track like a gat to me
Don't let me cock it i'm a opportunist rap, sell it in order to profit
Rap or drug game I rob the workers
We on the block killin' em baby the music is murder
And every year that go by you know it only get worser
I only get better
We clap for the cheddar
They keep thinkin' that lifes a opera
Do dirt get caught send you them coppers
Call me a hood janitor I move with the sweeper
And don't get it twisted homie yeah i'm good with the beaters
Thats what the heat for, here to de-ice you
We don't even know you yeah and we don't like you

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Guns is razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz
You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs
Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same
Alls you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make your ass insane
Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Guns is guns if you pull you pussy
Hard bodiest thugs, du rags, jewelry
The Bells is the cops
The Queenies is crack
Michelle is the court
Michael is smack
Uptop is New York
Down bottoms the South
LA LA Land is Cali where they catch you hangin' out
In the sun in the fun like everything good
get your valuables, your life and everything took
Back home to QB that mean Queens Bridge
Drinkin' Henny in your memory this ain't Nas kid
Smokin' that piff thats purple haze
Thats weed thats mixed with a little morphine
Thats dope, thats word to my kids I kill
Even if you just want to fight my bullshit is real
Ah my little mans fiendin' for me to promote him
To a higher rank than where he at at the moment

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Guns is razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz
You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs
Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same
Alls you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make your ass insane
Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same

 

[fox69]

"Gangstas Roll"

"Gangstas Roll"


[Intro: Prodigy]
Ha-ha, uh man, y'all runnin' out of steam already?
That's all y'all got man?, c'mon man
We got the illest combination of this right here man
That's all you got man? C'mon man
You gotta be kiddin' me man

[Verse One: Prodigy]
It is all so simple just add it all up
My mail box is on fire, 'cause my checks don't stop
Pockets full of chunky black, can't fuck with these crop
That these niggaz be smokin', straight out the yard
Might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin'
Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs, we outta there
Pushin' to the limit like Montana did
Army bags full of money, bullet proof this
And that too, put some in the roof
Niggaz be shootin' from windows, we untouchable
Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs
Make albums that click more than little drugs
Infamous, 'cause, or if you a blood
You goin' need that bandanna for your head, you go at us
No shit our songs bump, and girls show us love
'Cause they know who big, y'all got love then

[Chorus: Prodigy (Havoc)]
I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo
(That's how (Gangstas Roll))
I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe
(That's how (Gangstas Roll))
Back sit at the black truck, with the black rims yo
(That's how (Gangstas Roll))
In the club with my gat, what?, we got this shit sold
(That's how (Gangstas Roll))

[Verse Two: Havoc]
Yo you ain't clappin' nuttin', splashin' nuttin', lettin' nuttin' die
Real niggaz never advertise, what the fuck is on they mind?
The real never stop until they get at, bringin' shit to where yo live it
Tell whoever the other drama with, on the floor dyin'
Out of there before the siren, bounce, dismantle your iron
Lost count how many times, I had these bitch niggaz flyin'
Give a fuck, shoot his ass, for the littlest thing
The principal, minuscule, my gun is still ring
You ain't flippin' nuttin', makin' cheddar, y'all niggaz broke
Broke guns, broke dunns, y'all got jokes
Yea I'ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke
When you bitches act up, it relax even more
Pretty sure niggaz know they don't - don't put 'em all
When they finally figure it out, his slow ass gone
Yea you runnin' with 'em, dime with 'em, try to switch teams
And get your motha'fuckin' head blown off clean

[Chorus: Prodigy (Havoc)]

[Interlude: Prodigy X2]
Yea, Infamous nigga, we all up in these set
The girls comin' with us, your money is a bet
We gon' take all y'all money and smoke with the clique
Ga'head and think funny, and we shootin' for you head

[Chorus: Prodigy (Havoc)]