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No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right? Aight, we gonna do it again son Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas fuck you up Thick as shorty guts, get the men to set you up It's the most trifle, 44th Side disciples Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour Niggas come with the "I gave you birth kid, I'm sellin you" The Infamous got PC for days We runnin thru townships, fuckin shit Kid, we down shit Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique 9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again Songs about 'We all around the NC' Cop the E series, jealous ones envy Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin with that? To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty Scarface and Gambino, New York City It's P live and direct, stab ya neck Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets Your time's wasted for figurin P was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously You get lumped sometin horribly and then we calmly guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout Mobb niggas to the exit, we out 9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse QBC on the L-I-E an sippin Hennessey and Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy Eyes forever chinky, up in the Mariott Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low The 5-0-migos, the gigolo, what nigga? A technique, official white meat Internal bleedin he felt, heat then cold feet QBC committee, Ty Knitty hit the safe The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates We escape, ain't no turnin back to Stat Pushin back-to-back acts, gettin cheddar Drug smugglin tri state, catchin faith We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake! Chorus: repeat 2X My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears and thirty years for years, start niggas and drink beers Tired of livin life this way, crime pay But for how long till you reach a downfall Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all Animal instinct, these niggas gettin clapped on instinct I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay But for how long till you reach a downfall (Nigga) Motherfucker! Word up! |
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| 2. |
| 4:09 |
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It's the infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls gats like a basehead pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop A Gem On Em.. Verse One: Havoc Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire they gotcha gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit fuck it, I love it like a cloud over the projects your game Im above it its combat, gats bangers and all that you'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that I mention, nuthin but the real shit presentin the hollow tip crew 41st side convention try for? you half-steppin like a fresh tec out of the box yo niggas I'm testin (There's no question) bitch ass have you confessin like a D-T left in state of depression you under pressure, intact no doubt catcher the snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma you casper, you yell my name thats only givin me props plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked got raped on the Island, you officially got kick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit (keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin wit) Chorus: repeat 2X It's the Infamous back in the house once again Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop A Gem On Em Verse Two: Prodigy Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside your claptized and set straight, put on your head straight watch out for, these upstate cats be leary of you yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then Now you wanna got at my team, you must of been drunk when you wrote that shit too bad you had to did it to your own self my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state aimin at your face at the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came through shot through, don't even know the half of my crew I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits you look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches get chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious and laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again my Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans wit bangers the size of African spears it's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit you gotta gat you betta find it and use that shit think fast and get reminded of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened 60 g's and one for gun clappin Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch what makes you think you cant get bucked again Once again, back in the house once again live the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Its the Infamous.. |
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| 3. |
| 3:32 |
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turn them heaadphones up
yeah to my man Nigga-No, yo Killa Bee no doubt [Prodigy] I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga god bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin we blowin niggas heart attack stroking niggas provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas you rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya but fuck that stickin with the gat is quicker scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga do a jaw way all day fake shit what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch) and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit and show the world don't sweat it baby girl I gotta hem and pull the gat like a stem you all fucked up like a off beat blend I send message that you couldn't read clear try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear take it as a letter but I'm not sincere yo this ain't rap, it's bloodsport your life cut short, you fell short pressure's on high, full court my team form killer instincts and fire arms dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars a life of a wild rebel, who run wild clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down appear, disappear, a hydro cloud while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead get ninja'd I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin' listen, who are you to throw your fist in? hit like a bitch, run like a faggot an take the whole shit that's it I had to pass here with shit It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get you want to talk tough and get all delinquent you find yourself all bloodied up and shameded me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin what's up there? let's take you there and touch something I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that capable of combat, P counterattack in some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back it was a foul way to go, Kicko you know the ropes so... bloodsport motherfucker ay yo the rockweiler chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar and let the lights dimmin and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice fatality too this rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two to the set of prenumtual got paid in too comfortable it's all good, we don't want to humble and while you shinin in the spotlight I got this dot right the aimed right a stoplight the trife life, ain't no part two's when it's over it's over you hit now send your soldierly stool <repeat last stanza> nigga, bloodsport |
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| 4. |
| 3:28 |
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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... |
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| 5. |
| 3:37 |
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Yo.. knahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin sittin gettin bent Watchin old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long time no hear from No doubt long time no see I heard you had a seed a baby girl and now she three What's up wit that cat, you know who your baby pops Slung rocks up top then heard he got knocked He home? Fuck dat nigga I'm on my own Matter fact got my own crib, plus I'm all alone Word? The bitch is bad; chill son she got me tempted Reminiscing the fatty, jumped in the ride I rented Rest Timbs, Mecca dice well presented Sippin E & J straight, was bent when I entered Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug She ain't she's a bitch, she back then and now its bugged Turned the VCR on, "Friday," my favorite flick Its hard for me to drink Alize (no doubt) I take a sip Got into convo, how you been over the years? Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true I'm not talkin about him, another dude Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him -- Word? Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not She said dont sweat it he don't got the top lock Tried to play it cool, but in my head shorty's wildin Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was with Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz Let me begin then explain I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed Stuck without a gat, now prepared for combat Gave the address, told my son there's more cats Be here in a second, big gats no half steppin They flippin on me talkin bout I never learn my lesson I laughed an additional hit them with the math Hung up the jack, while shorty soaked in the bath Played the living room, dozed off for a second When I woke up shorty was standing ass naked Make moves stepped to the room All this bullshit pussy better be good Threw off my Champion hood, slow motion All arm bent off the potion Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open It was over laid up in the cut I heard a thump, jumped up threw on my boxers Yo, what the fuck? All of a sudden I saw this black motherfucker with this big ass gat and two other motherfuckers with black masks (what the fuck?) Clutching duct tape no escape Tied me up, smacked me all in my face Shorty wasn't even screamin, looked up saw 'em schemin "Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this" All bloodied up, shook the fuck up Held for ransom, they yelled, "We got the bones!" Smiled - then started dancin, let them know they had me hostage Threw me on the phone said, "Son don't worry son, we got this" Regardless what the outcome, of this bullshit Take a nigga word - don't never go see a bitch, word! |
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| 4:35 |
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That's my word, GOD! Kick that thug shit, GOD!
Kick that motherfuckin thug shit man! Word up, man! (What's up, son? What's up?) Word up, get go (No doubt, nigga!) Money no represent, knowI'msayin? (All the time, baby) No doubt (YouknowI'msayin?) Who we got here, son? (Shine, baby, shine) (Look) Look who we have here, yo! (up in the sky...sky) Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin You fuckin comic, who you kidding? My nigga's laughing, blood bathin, the world's greatest In-famous crime-zanous To interfere would be dangerous Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up by my z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked My coalition specialises in collision The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac, spit and leave ya half-split You'll be missin much more than a fraction when it's time for action Hit em while a man down, make that nigga backspin Trapped up, by newie thee, madman We blastin you're collapsin, heavily light my gold Mac 10 Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin You get castin the Mobb, deaf and assin We face splashin, dope fake's ice-pick stabbin He slow leakin, he 'ternally bleedin for speakin outta place, niggas get placed back indecent Live at the main event may I present Screamin out loud for any squad that's deaf My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts Another satisfied consumer who got blessed Single out ya army til there's no man left *Man down (Man down, down, down, down....) (x3) Lay the fuck down! Infamous cartel, visible evidence We scarred well, associated team benevolent Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with sharp shit that'll rip thru one hundred layers of Kevlar, sharp like the jim star Exiled, son, he get sent far He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowlest Catchin court cases, pay for your legal aid Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that Invest third place on my best sold rap On the scrap from the ignorant cats It'll be dead in a few....just like that Couldn't bust his gat right (Yo, y'know what?) But now you bucked your own man, amatuer ass Homeboy take that ass to class but you cut in, duckin a reality blast You catch a D minus fuckin with New York's finest The conversation from them outsiders Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin We analysin, tell you up front ain't no surprises We take you down first round, give ya man pound *Repeat Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones to be blowin off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff Toss me the fifth so I can bless the GOD with gift Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit I stick a rocket up in they ass and give em a lift My marvellous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see Shit fienin, now get your fix cos you need it Fuckin up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret The only way you weakin is if you beakin this Sneak devy niggas mischevious 'knowledgin the GOD behind the scene on some snake shit The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it We just waitin with patience Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon or you can snatch the Mac for the faggot, ai! Bang em up, fuck em up *Repeat Lay the fuck down, down, down, down... |
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| 4:51 |
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(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 |
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| 4:25 |
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Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin Look down and see dry blood all on my garment It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill An eye for an eye you know my science of life Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids Kickin' rhymes that's true lies Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time After this you never will go back to that which Sit back an' write half ass shit The last official takin out the artificial Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal Mobb, remember the name it's been along That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin song Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit Bear witness to this diligent street cat I carry myself hold myself down in fact This one dedicated to my niggaz on run Holdin big gats go for your gun Prepare to crush them we trust none Man who ain't down with the clan The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck Boss I break your compass throw you way off course We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror Durable physically fit raps articulate You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous Still facinated by my ste Little P wanna be me, huh you no D *One time son you know we be the illest in this Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit Diamond on some H&R Block shit Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up What fuss on the bottom face slit up Yeah where you from I'm from here You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy Lit up the thai said riiiight! Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em Son was pro nine with the emblem Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out yer mental Jet in a boat with rims to mental *Repeat (x2) |
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| 4:08 |
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*(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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat (x2) 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 *Repeat (x4) |
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| 3:47 |
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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 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 speedy 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 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 Dealt with quick Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it (x2) |
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| 11. |
| 3:40 |
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*Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you It's right in front of your eyes *Repeat Yo, the saga begins, beget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws We takin what's yours we do jerks rush the doors Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss In full force, my team'll go at your main source We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation With no time for patient, or complication Let's get it done right, my click airtight Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head Travel all the way down to your leg *Repeat (x2) We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me All that bullshit, is just makin me More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff Probably thick, Son I solved em Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace *Repeat (x2) |
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| 12. |
| 3:56 |
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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 *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 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 Ready to say the least 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 *Repeat (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 |
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| 4:08 |
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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 *Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy Still shinin', still climbin *Repeat 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 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 *Repeat (x4) What? Nine six motherfucker, The Infamous |
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| 4:03 |
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Uhh GOD, uhh, y'know what we gotta do son!
Y'knowhutI'msayin? Word up! Make that millions fam! No doubt! It's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit, hey yo! 44th Side convention, Queens connection The Bridge be rep'tin Any party that we step in get they heady-up V-S-O-P immediately, extra bent Rob then out son is evident We stash CREAM, mansions fulfill my dream Ice 'reams gleam, spread love throughout the whole team Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations No conversation, bring all ya good confrontation You hesitatin, ass spittin, that's bad business for the game nigga, get out the business You waste space, substitute here's the briefcase We deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin face Tainted taste, send ya home back to vacate Get your shit together plus your mind straight Yo! My empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate Dreams are growing over and my son'll live great Little man I'm plannin to enhance your mindstate The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life The one before me was of an even more trife My understandin, I'll raise you with precise plannin and put you on to the whole game of this planet But I gotta survive in order to follow thru plans to live lot-o Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no hanky Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats and when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats My formulae-I live life do or die Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy Prodigy turnin niggas to protoges My protege I advise ya ass to make way Make way...for fully-auto gun spray You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap yea This man is half mad scientist-half sane Creative rhyme labryinth like poisonous cannabis Here take a toke of this daily rare roackalist Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locust Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus em Burn a hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shit!) and let the venom soak in You start sweatin and goin thru convulsions from dope shit I write Leavin niggas stuck, I let spit Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst As dangerous as risky business fuckin with this Contender number one I put you on top of the list You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this But peep this (what?) fatal shots that soloplex Man down, now who dares to go next? Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit Atomic, no time for calm shit We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded Take heed to the apostle's warning Word up! |
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