Mobb Deep

[fox69]

"Gangstaz Roll"

"Gangstaz Roll"


[Prodigy]
It is all so simple just add it all up
My mail box is on fire cuz my check don't stop
Pockets full of chunky black, can't fuck with these crop
That these niggaz be smoking, straight that we are
Might catch me in burgundy chair, my shirt blocking
With fresh with my bandana and Tims we outta here
Pushing to the limit like Montana did
Army bags full of money, bullet proof this!
And that too, put some in the roof
Niggaz be shooting from windows, we untouchable
Yea we is rich thugs that shoot of clubs
Make albums that click more than little drugs
Infamous cuz, or if you a blood
You going to need that bandana for your head you go at us
No shit our songs bump, and girls show us love
Cuz they know who big, ya'll got love

[Chorus]
I gotta have the big chain or the watch yo - Prodigy
That's how gangstaz roll - Havoc
I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe - Prodigy
That's how gangstaz roll - Havoc
Back sit at the black truck with the black rims yo - Prodigy
That's how gangstaz roll - Havoc
In the club with my gat what! we got this shit sold - Prodigy
That's how gangstas roll

[Havoc]
Yo you ain't clapping nothing, splashing nothing, letting nothing die
Real niggaz never advertise to fuck is on they mind
It will never stop until they get at bringing shit at where yo live
Til there other drama with on the floor done
Out of there before the siren, bounce dismantle your eyeing
Lost count how many times these bitch niggaz flying
Give a fuck shoot his ass at the little thing
The principal, minuscule my gun is still rang
You ain't flipping nothing making cheddar, ya'll niggaz broke
Broke guns, broke duns, ya'll got jokes
Yea I'ma hammer fiend when in need let it smoke
When you bitches act up, it relax even more
Pretty sure niggaz know they don't – don't put it more
When they finally figure it out, his slow ass gone
Yea you running with 'em, dime with 'em, try to switch team
And get your motherfucker head get blow off clean

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Get At Me"

"Get At Me"


[Man talking]
I saw him, I saw him
There he is right over there, over there(I see him)
Okay...I got a message for you infamous
You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake
And you tell him personally...from me!
And stay outta here!

[Havoc]
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about...
Real loaded, in the flesh
And we know where we aimin
Check me out...

Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga
I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga
Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter
With the gat, I'm like ?? paintin that picture
Listen to the words, take it as a jewel
If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool
Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world
Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail
Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em
Get at me, you and what army?
The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift
Man down, nigga it's the same shit
Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em
Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision
And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision (pow)
Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin

[Chorus]
[Havoc (Prodigy)]
(Get at me)
Niggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
Niggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
Niggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be
(Get at me)
Niggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rap me
Put it right where they back be

[Prodigy]
Yeah, nigga what's beef?
Shotties and macks, little two-shots
Four pounds and techs, arms and chest
Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists
Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on
Just move on them niggas with excessive force
And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more
Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles
Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle
Informers tell when snitches snitch,
Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch
Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out
Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends
It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul
Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out
It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down
My niggas is here, brace yourself

[Chorus]

[Man talking]
Now we all get to know what it's like...
when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark
and blow your head off...
I want you to know what it's like to live that way

[Prodigy]
First of all, we the one and only...infamous
(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)
First of all, we the one and only...
'Til the name wear out

 

[fox69]

"Get Away"

"Get Away"


[Havoc:]
nigga
Sometimes I feel I got to get away
For these streets like a fein for crack
but pullin me back
Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cuz no matter drama or gossip
my heart is your hood my dogs niggas i rock wit (get away)
Before you get clapped put the tougnes to two loose have everybody on the corner goin (ooh ooh)
holdin they mouth shock as fuck i just had to air that boy out (get away)
and now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800 crime stoppers
when they see me they like (ooh ooh)
cuz they want that thousand dollars
and not only that police will die to catch a fucking collar (get away)
and i'm out of here ain't no telling when i be back
get rid of this gat
dog you know i flew (ooh ooh) hell out of dodge
nigga bout this paper ain't no time to be sitting behind bars
[chorus: Havoc]
I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out of my zone
if he tryin to blown it go
(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted
queens nigga grimey retarted
you know [repeat]
(get away)
[Prodigy:]
cuz i'm not playin i'm bangin hammers on niggas
put hands on that niggas life (ooh ooh)
just beat the shit out you I brawl like animal
your whole team scrambling ( thats right) ( get away)
when we come through pushing new trucks
bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us
they go (ooh ooh) yeah take a good look bitch
this might be last time you'll see gangsters like this
then (get away) cuz somebody bout to die
and its going to be a stampede when them shots fly
(blah ba blah) (ooh ooh) rip that nigga you know
R.I.P your soul just lift up and (get away)
uh huh yeah you out of here nigga
I'll see on that other side bye nigga
( other side) (thats right) families cry river
courtesey of my niggas we terrorize rappers
[chorus: Havoc]
I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone
if he tryin blown it go
(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted
queens nigga grimey retarted you know
I got to get away
[Havoc:]
(no doubt tell it like it is)
its either me or you
believe it dog no a nigga like you ain't got shit to loose (ooh ooh)
[Prodigy:]
cuz you walking that thin line
i'm clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying(get away)
[Havoc:]
to put it past me
that ass be bleeding somewhere like a hemophilly act exactly (ooh ooh)
(shut the fuck up)
[Prodigy:]
before its to late go at your gut
you ain't a gangster and yes you could get touched (get away)
[Havoc:]
saw it before the henny was talking
it wasn't him but you know that nine stopped that (uh huh) (ooh ooh) ( grow up)
[Prodigy:]
I swear these niggas like bitches
Havoc:
why is that ?
[Prodigy:]
cuz these niggas always laying on their back
[chorus: Havoc]
I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone
if he tryin blown it go
(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted
queens nigga grimey retarted you know
I got to get away

 

[fox69]

"Get Dealt With"

"Get Dealt With"


[Prodigy]
I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo
Harms break em down, rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each twin grab a arm, pick this nigga up
Knitty turn his face to me, let me break him up
I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
It almost took his whole face off
We got to take position, ready for faceoff
With blitz like Dallas ain't no Superbowl faceoff
We form like niggas in the yard up north
With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost
And take ya life lost, never found again boss
A job well done, relax, throw back fifths
Of Bacardi Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit
Fuckin with the fabulous Mobb, yeah you were sick
Lunatic nigga jump up or got hit
With max and Teks and silencers spit
Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit
That's the sound of a nigga who almost felt it
Got you runnin, dodgin, coverin, shelterin
Bullets rippin thru the fabric of ya shirt, it's meltin it
You bleed again, we just another nigga dealt with
Intruder Alert! Our house is nothin like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven

[Havoc]
Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
Simple minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
By myself, by myself and rollin mad trees
Paranoid on point and now I see who's who
This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew
Life I take one if you jeopardise my do
You're small mi-nute, gotta death to deal with aces up
You overbidded and in the Bridge you go stuck
This ain't a card game but in perspective it's the same
Put two and two together-Mobb Deep with one name
Contain drama like Outbreak, you order drama
We outtake and then take you out
Keep it real and throw the fake out
Raise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste up
That's how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up
Butter beats bangin got ya whole clique singin
On a corner while it's rainin, 4 pound left cha ears ringin
Delete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhyme
Totally offbeat and outta sync with they light
E & J bent tight, niggas slow ya roll
Ya ?? now ya bleedin tonight for no reason
Wanna be max and does get smacked, show no love
Crush ya team like the bear hug
The Infamous'll do dirt, dead as smear like mud
New York new get-it-greens, I feel no pity
No remorse, takin it to the source of course
Bare that ass thug real kid, it's only your mask
That you wear, take off
Cop out feel the blast BOOM on top BOOM BOOM gat-for-gat
And all the rules got the drop on you
And let the nickel nine pop on you

[Prodigy]
Yo
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin out'cha back
What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact
Starin all up in ya cornea, ya cornea lack
The look of a true-to-life, crime niggas attack
Go at the first nigga that front and overread
Ya get dealt with

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Dealt with quick
Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it

 

[fox69]

"Get It Forever"
(feat. Nas)

"Get It Forever"
(feat. Nas)



[Verse 1: Havoc]
Niggas know and if they don’t
I shoot ‘em in the head, whatever rock his fucking boat
Niggas in my face, you better leave before you can’t
I lay shots like stamps, no Fedex
I’m hot check the critics, call the paramedics
Your man was talking reckless so you know he had to get it
Me and money’s magnetic, and you the polar opposite
Come through, bitch start dropping it, getting low
I don’t gotta trick, the only magic I know
Wore the number 32 and retired some time ago
So check the liner notes and miss me with the bullshit
Miss me with it or get hit with a full clip
I’m back on it, you can bet your ass on it
I’m so sure that I could put my fucking last on it
And if I didn’t sell then you know I rapped on it
Beat so ugly, gotta put a fucking mask on it
[Hook: Prodigy]
We get it forever
It’s on forever
Calm down, never
Slow it down, never
We get it forever
We do this forever
It’s on forever
Calm down, never
Slow it down, never
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Looking through my eyes’ view I see nothing but
Success for us, non-stop nothing but
Long money, long jab I stretch
Wrap around the Earth, 80 times 10
Warm breezes and Barbado nights
Living sweet yea but it’s a cold life
You know we strapped in, best you buckle up
I did my little bid in years, yeah wassup wassup
Dare a nigga trouble us, make my niggas risk all of this
Infamous good shit, so quick
I’ll be back inside the cage, my rage is unchanged
For this change, yeah this bank, I have for this pain
Change and pinky rings, estates for the kings
A Queens-bred gentlemen, she know how we bang
You tamper with this plush lifestyle, may you lay
In a hole ’til you ferment, your bones decay
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nas]
We come from where murders occur often on late nights
Niggas is high and they eyes be red as 2 brakelights
Medical marijuana, Henny bottles, and Grey Goose
Semi’s and shottys on deck, everybody’s face screwed
But you know this already, my hood the coldest and deadly
Soldiers is ready, I am boastful, forgive me
Bitches talking to cops cry when they nigga get washed
Beef coulda been squashed, go finish that shit that you start
No clip in your Glock, you ain’t prepared to fire
We call that riding with no air in your tire
You’re flattened, it’s a pattern after scrapping
What usually happen, death on arrival
Survival of the fittest, ain’t nothing like that Queensbridge shit
Y’all niggas finished, your only chances are diminished
And we don’t need no fucking witness
Ain’t what you know, it’s what you live and we live it
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Get Me"
(feat. Littles, Noyd)

"Get Me"
(feat. Littles, Noyd)



(Get me) Uh-huh
(They pretty) Uh-huh
(Wit me) Uh-huh
(It's crispy) Yeah!
Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo.
[Havoc]
Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire
Your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at
Niggaz only mad cause they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
Yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax
You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me whylin out with a mami in Club Black
Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's some'n I'm feelin you runnin that
And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?
Talk on the jack like Feds, got the phone tapped
Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that
Career ain't goin so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap!
[Chorus: Havoc]
See the cats in the whips wanna - get me
But I got the pounds and them .9's - they pretty
See me on the streets, them gorillas they - wit me
Bills in the pockets, know them things is - crispy
Yeah, y'all niggaz pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin them guns
So for the .9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the coroner
[Littles]
Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin fo' pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your .9 spray
You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up
The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up
when them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the .9 or three-eighty like
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street
Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece
[Chorus - first 1/2]
[Noyd]
Aiyyo, hey hey
Look I walk around with my pound in a glass
Puffin my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
How I roll? Why would you ask?
Know I'm swingin my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say - no Noyd, you won't blow makin songs like that
I say - homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last
I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin a tec
Nigga we countin the scrilla with the gun on the deck
Countin the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests
We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
It's +Deep+, we can't even speak in certain rooms
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
Nope, you get outta here, fuck outta here.
I'm tellin you it's somethin 'bout them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin to blow
They not a group, they a muh'fuckin gang for sho'
More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa
All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc
E'rytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go
straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack
That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em
They know it's safe to spend they dough over here
Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast
Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack!
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Give It To Me"
(feat. Young Buck)

"Give It To Me"
(feat. Young Buck)



Yeah..

[Chorus: Havoc]
If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me
Don't play games, jus' give it to me baby
The waitin' is drivin' me crazy
You can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight
I'm gon' give it to you baby
I aint playin' games I'ma give it to you baby
The waiting's been drivin' you crazy
Your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight

[Havoc]
Yo..
Girl quit playin' why you tryin' to stall me
Not on the first night come on that shit corny
I'm tired of finger fuckin' this phone
Phone calls bore me you got me horny
Is you against me or is you for me
Is you into dick pleasin' if so you leavin'
Cell phones off so they won't be ringin'
Might aswell get off when you get home you beastin'
Motherfucker already think you cheatin'
Homie wouldda cried then give him a reason
I'm tired of you tellin' me how he's cheatin'
Girl don't get mad get even..

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
Don't hurt nobody when you move that thang
You a make a nigga jus' lose his brain
When you make that ass clap and swing your hips
Put your head in my lap then lick your lips
Come on dip baby dip, yeah I'm about my pimp
With a whole lotta ice twenty-fours on my whip
You can all take a trip the after party
Thirty two room mansion and ten garages
Make a home flick, how them real minages
So tell your girls it's just me and my partners
We don't throw dollaz we start with twenty's
And there's more where that came from, come get with
It, yeah..

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
Yo yo..
I just wanna get you hot and wet
I'm so seductive I make 'um fiend for the sex
I just wanna stroke your brain
For the first half hour then I smoke your thang
This is exclusive sex we a star couple
On the lee-low though we too much trouble
And your friend's is hot, and my friend's is the shit
We can have our own private party at the crib
The haze the licks, your legs can sit
On top of my shoulders while I'm goin' in
Yeah I talk dirty and we jus' met
But you feelin' the vibe you gotta admit..

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Give It Up Fast"
(feat. Nas, Big Noyd)

"Give It Up Fast"
(feat. Nas, Big Noyd)



[Verse 1: Nas]

Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck
Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck
So what's the deal poppy?
You heard the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiatin like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect
When I lost but back then was my fault
Now it's time to floss
Eye For An Eye what's mine is yours
I need a suite with the flowers
Complentary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written all over the blimps
Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From ?? and prima, loads of women rockin linen
I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam
Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand

[Chorus 1:]

Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shit
QBC, nigga grab your click

[Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy]

Yeah son, I'm feelin it
Opposition want me dead, concealin shit
Four gats got me livin, kid
Rushin thru my pyramid
You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary
Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch
Ran his mouth like a bitch
Now he's layin in a ditch
Daily dug for himself
On his grave I had to piss
Scud missile never miss you
Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru
You metal deeper, you ain't havin it me either
It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers
Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers

Huh, huh
Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man
Word up!

The tough guy strong me
I guess he got plans to ruin me
He want ta do me slowly but surely
I beat his fast ass a bit early
Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly
Put the drome to his dome
Let him know it's never early
You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
He was surprised I snatched him up
Regulated his gat and backed him up
Stepped to the side, P blast em up

Hey yo, cannons are rough
You got strucked up, ya strokes slit
So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit
(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
All I remember was I shot for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
It gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-nese
Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats
Burnin my lips from roach clips
Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.
These ?R-tape meridiam? cats, insomniacs
Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice
Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru
These kids too couldn't find the pistol
Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklace
I'm bent off some next shit
Gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
Stumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre
Lookin for chicks that he can stab now
Numbed up for my fiery cup
I held juice of sin's nectar
Saints found they youth
Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck
Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luck
My pipe games like a night train
Top speed thru ya warm piece
?? to say the least

[Chorus 2:]

Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow
Not goin to the cell if it ain't a freak show
Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shit
QBC, niggas grab their click

[Chorus 1]

[Outro: Prodigy]

(And that's how it go)
And that's it nigga
(If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show
Y'knowhutI'msayin?
(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)
Don't go
(Y'know the deal)
Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc
To the exit, niggas we out!
What up!
(The Infamous)
It's over baby
(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)
Tell the rest of the crew

 

[fox69]

"Give Up The Goods (Just Step)"

"Give Up The Goods (Just Step)"


Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
the fool retaliated so I had to think fast
pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way".
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
po po comes around and tries to relocate me
lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause
havin' cash is highly addictive
especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.

Yo it's the r - a double p
e - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck with me
comin' straight outta QB
pushin' an Infiniti
you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
come and test me
trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you
my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it
I'm gettin' on wit' it
an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
a lyrical destructor
don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
you know my flow, you know my stilo
even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie
pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
in case my PO try to troop me to the island
and if I start wildin'
flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see
back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.

Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
the streets is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son
it's all about robbin'
so don't be alarmed
when we come through, 'cause we supposed to
if you opposed to
get your face blown dude, off the map
cause I react, attack
a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
drug dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business 'cause it's only right
po po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the ground
my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my town
hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop firin'
He cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief
stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
call my son, "yo son we got beef
but no question
Money had a problem so I solved him".

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
gimme yours and get laid
give up the goods and get sprayed.
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
no love for them other crews and rival kids
all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
and if they don't they need to buy a watch
word up
caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
while I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
on a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
you tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
first of all slow down, you on the wrong route
let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
the street life ain't nuttin' to play with
no jokes no games kid
for years I been doin' the same shit
just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
extortin' crack heads
and stickin' up the stick-up kids

 

[fox69]

"Got It Twisted"

"Got It Twisted"


M.O.B.B. nigga yeah a huh
Uh yeah cmon now yeah yo yo
Aint no party once we crash the party
Imma squeeze shorty then vacate the party
You keep grillin I’ll pump pump the shotty
Put you in the trunk then dump dump the body
Nigga you don’t know you betta ask somebody
Ya’ll get down we gonna clash prob'ly
Builty snowflake out of the ampacomby
I’m tryin to rip Britney so I made Jive sign me
Nigga catch me in tha club with a double lead banger
Im the wrong one to fuck with
Now I know the promoters im in with the musket
Pound of the haze and a box of dutches
High to the cottonmouth
Paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out
Like M.O.P. nigga I’ll mash you out
If I can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker)
[Chorus]
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow
[Bridge]
We step up in the club with one thing
On our mind that’s leave with something
Get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
We about to...girl
We about to...girl
We about to...girl (girl)
We about to...girl
We about to...girl (girl)
Yo, party over here aint shit over there
The Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here
Wherever we at we keep the cliqs right there
So where ever there’s beef is gettin fixed right there
And they can’t stop us, they too scared
They know a caliber thug shoot at heads nigga
Q.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye)
Show you how we do it in Queens
Murder aint shit nigga
This is P talking show you where I live
You come right through my crib (cmon) and get a few seers
There'll be manslaughter right in front of my kids
A little blood get on my daughter, that’s nothing she'll live (just whipe that off)
Got cops shoot to death of us
We don’t like D's
You never catch us runnin with the police (nope)
Ya'll niggas get ya'll vests up
And ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling
[Chorus]
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
That liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow
We step up in the club with one thing
On our mind that’s leave with something
Get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
We about to...girl
We about to...girl
We about to...girl (girl)
We about to...girl
We about to...girl (girl)