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featuring Big Noyd
Havoc Its kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring Brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing Stuck Contemplating on who I can trust But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed But that's why I stick with my duns like I stick with the guns Don't get mad Rip your hun concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real reefer or not Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib Gem Star, double edge apply pressure Shave em down, Blow marks right through your mecca want to be a thug, now you got the thug look, Stick em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push God-Body, With a rubber grip black shotti Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies A dossage, hand delivered, without postage Bring it to your door step quick on short notice Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Brockite Show em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic, street life Hook (2x)Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me.. (Street Life) Big Noyd This is something you feel nigga, like the theme song from Hill Street Blues This is real, this is ill street news How he gone, and left his moms mind struck Now his brother ain't giving a fuck Little sister giving up the butt now, Dun don't wet that I want you to rest black, cause you better belive Noyd gon handle that Cause when I get em, I'm gonna have em Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them I ain't no killer, you know me But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my co-d And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any means I never been clean Nigga, my whole click got dirty >From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves Nigga you heard me Its Gangsta Hook 2x Prodigy Vision the canvas I paint a picture Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga But mines is more ghetto more guns More drugs, mostly thugs All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out Jumped off the roof to his death its real Hand Ball walls displayed with are-I-P murials Those who sling, play the shadows by the building Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke The sun set looks beautiful over the projects What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off Street life Hook 2x |
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Prodigy
Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't want to miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas And write shit that would certainly move ya'll niggas Peace to my summer villains with pink houses From Red Hook to QB you know the routine We need a movie to show how our life is so ill Every Summer in the projects we partied on the benches Few gallons of gin and Pepsi Remember Party wars, that was back in like 90 We use to roll o-wees now we stuff dutches Kids rushing, what's your discussion Ya'll niggas talk a lot of shit heard you on your tape fronting I fake nothing, Fuck around and push the wrong button I dedicate my days to seeing your drip blood I will always love Gambino and ScarFace Killa Black no man can fill your shoes, Now what's bad news It couldn't get no worse, So what ya'll niggas know about the turmoil What ya know about your blood soil, Clothes and little Ho's And the legs of pant slugs that crack the shin bone The Other shot blasts through your left clavical Melt swizz suits and paint the avenue's Havoc How you want it? Bent Scheme or straight blunted Many are rare, rore, Havoc has just over done it While you sitting there whispering like a little girl Fuck, waiting around till the dutchy gets twirled We going at you, not cause we want to but cause we have to To avoid the situation that you couldn't last through If I can't have it at all I don't want it at all Off top serious dogg, I'm out for the raw Back to the world, the shit that I kick will dazzle your girl Handle your bitch, can't then take her for pearl Get him with the pink slip, get him bent to he hurl Hennessy got my mind locked, tight in a curl Hold it down like Saddam you can't search my click Even with dirty worms I'm gonna still appear How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x) Cormega Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Whenever Mega spits Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto shit Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from measuring grams Gun on my waist, In case I see son who wetted my man I be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's Obvious I was destined to rep Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit Born official, my niggas that are gone I miss you I shed a tear, see ya'll niggas when I get there Yo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the strip I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet And I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet When I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing nigga's lead to excellence I represented then manifested in the beat....Respect this Like a Lexus jeep My technique Leaves my enemies stretched for weeks, vexed from me Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching ki's...please Havoc How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x) |
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Havoc: Everybody wanna use the name Soundin' all lame Prodigy: We come up in the party with them shanks and things Havoc: Have you curled up on the floor Feelin' the pain Prodigy: And nine times out ten we ain't even start the shit We finish it Then they wanna press charges Havoc: Plus everybody and their mother wanna act tough 'Till they discover how fast a nigga leave them under white covers Prodigy: Was a thumper Till he met the 40 thunder Havoc: Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother It's fucked up Prodigy: That's how the ball bounce Havoc: The cookie crumbles Prodigy: That's what the guns do Dead you On the humble Havoc: But god fogive me niggas tryin to hit me What I'm supposed to do You talk about my life And a nigga got a lot to loose Prodigy: So I Tuck the heaters Then proceed to move We a mob for real You an example (Chorus) You should spread love not war Cause my shit is poppin And I'd be god damned if you shot me You need to spread love not war Cause you wont feel safe Comin out your crib, knowin that we got beef You should spread love not war Just think about your kids How they need you alive for they're guidance You need to spread love not war Cause death hurts whole families Imagine it's your moms that grieves (Havoc) Two in the neck Yes you will, if you not feelin me yet Outta respect Can't stand it man, you niggas is set Sweatin hard ain't do shit But run your list When a nigga get confronted All he do is take the fifth Not the long, talk about the four Niggas is raw You ain't know, now you know Leakin down on the floor Never a need for my words Believe what you heard Never flash a gat and go bust it That shit is absurd Cause I be right back To my brother say word You got to drive, no doubt I cock it bein tougher for herbs Cause the Plot is power An I do it for hours Won't save me for a minute Till I move on you cowards Direct Drama to us Infamous be the ones and we rowdy Million dollar ballad Make an album, get classes (Chorus) (Prodigy) Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B B-D-E-E-P Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's My dunns come through with the big long chains Plus we got bullets, to blow your brains Niggas learn when they feel the pain Know what I'm sayin? Straight like that Standin ovation with max We clap niggas for less Splash niggas for laughs Shift the game Raise your odds I need 93 thousand for 16 bars Put out the movie, the hoods rush the stores 700 thousand from out the doors We the most thorough Need I say more? The hoes love the morgue Cause we so raw Handcuff you whore When P come through the scene Glowin like a black light on white clothing (Chorus 2x) You should spread love not war Cause my shit is poppin And I'd be god damned if you shot me You need to spread love not war Cause I don't give a fuck (echoing) You should spread love not war |
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Going out nigga
Big guns and sharp knives Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) Yo you know the type that style and shit that rise my dick Pop me a nigga quicker than police Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks You running while i'm gunning 'cause you a bitch I heard niggas talking like they goinng to dead mines I got enough guns we can make the headlines I'm from a place where the realeast niggas get murdered And the illest niggas try to avoid it But can't call it It's a cold world bundle up Keep your heat on at all times And never freeze up And your eyes blink you could catch a hole in your tank Have you leaking all over the place Watch how you speak And watch how you move through the streets I got a mob with niggas with heat We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think Breath 'fore is too late Uph you fucked up and got laid to sleep I'm going out With big guns and sharp knives Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns at my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me I'm going out like a nigga that he never have nothing Fuck it I ain't frontive If i want to know i got to go out like a navy seal Label me ill You sling thrills Meet you on top of the hills Screaming dollar bill Going out like a nigga you just smacked His moms in the cut plotting patient and calm Putting on everything that i love and stand for Getting ben up in the pub 'till five in the morn Going out like a nigga with six days to live And like a single parents raising a kid now that's a big Going out like a nigga with shit touching his rib You got more than nesessary dun a nigga went dead Going out for my niggas see this gat in my hand You better back the fuck up what part didn't you understand Head nah aim straight at your thighro glands Must've not been really your men those niggas that ran (I'm going out) With Big guns and sharp knives Revolvers 'cause automatic jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me We do it well click niggas like nails Catch cases skip bells I lie 'fore I chitel Die in the sitel Pop gun with the shitel Fuck a bitch just to getsel Rap style smoother than cl In the k on the dl Line for line you can detail Choked more niggas than Sprewell Rap style pelo Watch me blow like tornados Clear the block out with just an echo Trust me niggas don't want me see let go Niggas don't want to see the tech blow Watch me blow the crowd like techno music nigga When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus Fuck lying on the lord ain't worth dying for I rather die fucking raw Or walking on a mine in the cold war My dogs got my shoulders with t up machine guns All my niggas soldiers With big grenades throw them in your rober Send prodigy to check the scence when it's over Niggas animals coming back for leftovers (all out nigga) I'm going out With Big guns and sharp knives Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me I'm going out I'm going out I'm going out |
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Yeah, Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C
M-O-B-B, uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh KnowhatI'msayin? 41st side Niggaz know how we do, right right I can see you back there, yeah (whattup?) Yo [Havoc] The Mobb'll spit that shit, rip that bitch, leave it loose Take shit back to trip who fat Goose Queensbridge representative, ghetto entrepeneur, stay on tour Dick-riders, wanna get em bullshit The same law, same day contract, different clause Don't run red lights, I never caught the blue balls Gold medalist spit, doin this ever since third time felon nigga, who you tellin? Chorus One: repeat 2X Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust, and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten son you might get bucked [Prodigy] Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin nigga P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly I count on one finger all y'all rap niggaz that excite me Y'all niggaz is trash rap - wanna fight me? You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly Y'all Little League niggaz is so bald they might be spent too much time with wifey, come out to play with the hard-headed, Infamous song torture Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal There's no cure, for what my pen do neither Bring the fever, y'all niggaz is the rap Justin's While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin now move over bacon, time for som'in meatier Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought that you could come out to challenge me in blood talk? Take a walk jerk this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill This is rap for real, somethin you feel You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll but it's hip-hop though, my drug music It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it Chorus Two: repeat 2X Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes til death do us And y'all weak to us If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst It's a must we burst ours first (last line changed 2X to "and it's a must we burst ours first, nigga") [Havoc] Yo.. crack the Henny bottle while I drop this jewel on your dome My shit'll touch home, straight to the core you ain't alone Play the unknown type Dunn, mysterious stars Concealin them slugs, if it go down, remember that mug Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin his ribs Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz in formation pack the led up in shit The better you get, the better we get, and that's it Yo this snake's in the grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom Stop em in they tracks, goin at em when you send em Imperial dogs, creepin through fog Carved needle slip and you fold, the shit's lethal We roll Mobb D-iezel, the whole Q.U. double-E, N-S And when you spot us, play low-key [Prodigy] Dunn these niggaz is actresses, and they tryin to play the man's role Can't they see us wildin on the video? Don't they see us in the club swingin elbows? Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone? Hoppin the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps I ran through more cars than it's sand on the beach I'm pleased to meet you, now here's a word to the smart Don't ever let your peoples boost up your heart Cause you'll fuck around and get your ass torn apart Challengin the Mobb in the arts Our literature stands collossal, compared to y'alls Way ahead of your time, you're strugglin to keep up Your style's limited, your rap's primitive Go 'head with that bullshit you kicked Dunn Chorus Two Chorus Two Chorus Two (fades our partway through) |
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[Intro][Prodigy]
Yea It's that war shit It's that war shit And you know what dun [Prodigy] It makes you sick to hear the mobb bang like this Infamous for the world to hate or play this Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this My duns' heads bop to this We stand out like a tourist And make more noise than them other rap niggas No gimmicks Just pure adrenaline Raw lyrics incredible beats Don't mean to rub it in But your small time beneath our feet Straight ass cheeks niggas be askin For ass whippings Guns kick like pelle My big shit be jumping like Jordan Often lay a man down on the floor when it gets like that I'm not blowing off rounds so you can hear sounds So you can run back actin like you a vet And swearin' you dead You survived some real shit Now what's this it's not going down like this Ground y'all niggas like punishment Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out Dun you bugged out I'm trying to walk a peaceful route But niggas always got mouth until that piece come out Niggas always gonna think something sweet Until they least expect you bringing action exactly [Chorus] It be the Guns,money,pussy,cars,drugs,jewels,clothes Brawls,killings,boroughs,buildings,disease,stress,in these,N.Y.C 2X [Havoc] Feel the gat blow while your shit rips My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go So you can lower the wrist That'll only put odds against any attempt Any provoke uprise you ain't got it in you First of all you too soft for fastball Point game track y'all merk like a jaguar nascar And be out buck 80 on the slow mar Hennesy spillin' all over my radar Stay charged niggas getting amped off the mobb shit Have you wildin' out on some club shit Fit to make you dance at the same time Stop and glance Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea Young shit with young mind but that quite contraire Young nigga smart nigga Who started from the stairs How dare You try to come around the way In fear like a nigga that been there for years Shout words that we live but don't play with it 'Cause when the shit go down you be like they did it [Chorus] [Prodigy] Taste test this Military shit Bitches love this They mans wanna dub this Thugness it ain't easy to find Shit like mine I'm a rare species You's a dime a gross That's a dozen heast the least Keep silence the most Regulate with the rest of my establishment Blast out the pockets of coke Make the cops boat I break down your whole background yo Irons꿢 permanent flesh your clothes soakin' You feel the shots pain every heartbeat throbbin' Don't get excited you'll only make it worse fighting Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting Make burial grounds be that man grim reaper With all pleasure Pick your feet up Pick the heat up Let's do it like the crematory Make it hot make the temperature rise like mercury [Havoc] When I feel like getting' bent [Yo don't fuck with it dun] Imma drink away the pain until the brain get numb Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog Never to return I guess they heard god's call And nature don't surprise me now Prepare for the worst and never believe the silver line clouds Scrutinize crowds My surroundings Get suspect we start four-poundin' shit Picture me up in the mix With the next man broke and is on my dick A good man of plenty but an enemy it was clear I just be another problem that he feenin' to fix But I can't have that Pull out I try to grab that Caught one nigga like Mahadat [Chorus] [Prodigy singing] Tonight we gon' get this party early So let's get it right |
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Yeah
Infamous in ya area Eightball in ya area About to cause mass hysteria Yo, ashes to ashes big gats to little I put it to you clear while you cats talkin riddles Snake and buck at me If you did I'd say you got lucky Trained to tread through land to get muddy Ayo, blood rap Survival of the fifth style cat I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be like that Listen close you can learn from it It's real black Gangsta shit makes the world rotate If eight was all make a nigga want to gain some weight Fat belly black motherfuckin D-O-G And I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin for me Ayo Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep for they hood Live and direct from the south to your stereo Prepare for bustin and dumpin okay player here we go Strapped with infa-red raps when I hit the traps Crack the wack into pieces when I hit the track Like stone to glass I shatter they raggedy ass South style waiving my motherfuckin soldier rag A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas buck wild The root to all evil daily I chase it Blow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it It's hard from the start where I lay my head We get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead Yo fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas Feel my though, You don't want to get filled up with holes Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose Wiping her tears cause something on your top got shot Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block Fuck, leaving without it dunn I'd rather get knocked Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore Even though she get my dick harder than the parol board Stick and move, slide in, slide out big guns Mack milly prepare to mob you steel phillies Connected with Eightball dunn so what's the drilly Out to take it all if you wit me then feel me Don't get yourself shot Bleedin to death hops I pop canners off leave a nigga head whopped A maverick my H-K will work magic You'll find yourself in the O-are for talkin that shit Street justice I tip the scale over cousin I hold more weight you just a no name nigga frontin Get your hardware lets treat it like a contest And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit Murda Muzik my street life influenced it Its so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it A renegade crack your top like devil spring Vigilante niggas know the song I sing It go Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns No mistakes for the fake no escape Chop them boys up and puttin it in their face Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my ice pick niggas one To all my dunns trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep for they hood Fuck where you at kid Its where you from Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas |
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[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men unload ten in braw day light get right fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike u try to stop mines from growin I make your blood stop flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics lying to the pop dog like u got it you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower rusty shank holder we live this shit [Chorus]2X [Havoc] it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...) bump it in the clubs shit have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....] drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut have a nigga OD but it's never enough [Prodigy] Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs are you the same too goin through the emotions of gun holdin long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was 7 yo I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!] I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right grand open some gates invest in the rap business do things for the kids[the little duns] build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please don't make me have to risk my freedom we worked our whole life for this you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real] Chorus 1X [Prodigy] It go 1,2,3 to the 4th that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible servin' hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sup with top rap reps all across we board move diligent you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission 1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's 1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats so I can put more product out on the street get respect and love all across the board we've been endured for keepin it raw nothin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll Chorus 2X |
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[HAVOC TALKING]
Lets do it dunn...My man...That's why I keep my mouth tight. Ain't got no worries for why'all niggaz man...y'all niggaz is crazy [PRODIGY] Hey yo, its hell on earth down here the pavement scorching Its more on roc when the Mobb walks in shit gets hot like a ill pot of grits spilled on you Spit fire with nines but never squealed on you I understood you should try to take my life If I was you I would too damn right If I had drama with a nigga like such as myself I couldn't even sleep at night until... I made things right Pull out guns exchange a fight Be the first to let off mines ignite the pipes... and never let the daylight decieve during the suns' hours niggaz do bleed Aim for the waist and something on the top gets shot Niggaz can't shoot never made a thing drop Keep cream of the crop fresh out of box shit filled to the top Smell the barrell when its bolt-locked nigga Hook1 [PRODIGY] Have you ever lost a loved one? Or never understood love 'til you lost one? Where your heart at? I left mines behind with my dearly departed Where your heart at? Strength missing To take losses is the hardest The ones that overcome be the calmest Strive regardless. Where your heart at? Brave-hearted. Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at [HAVOC] This is to my physical you gone...to me you still here I be buggin thinking how you doin' up there Probably watching over me calling out my fouls Fuck with mad chicks but I take care of my child I miss that ass tell God I said pardon me If Your real; He'll forgive me [no doubt] But I ain't crying no more about how you're gone Used to hold me down niggaz front its on Ain't wetting going to jail you better shoot me Just lost my heart-If I die you comin' wit' me quickly while I'm pissy they're just bitches that's' a little to frisky risky on point hope these cats is getting the point whisper out my name Stand but please don't point call me paranoid But I'm on point close by the stash joint Got you in my mind I guess that's why the say love is blind Hook 2 [PRODIGY] Strength missing we take losses. be the hardest The ones that overcome be the calmest. Strive regardless Where your heart at? Brave-hearted. You better finish what you started [dunn] If you ever lost a loved one? You'll never understand love 'til you lost one. Where your heart at? I left mines behind with my dearly departed Where your heart at? Strength missing To take losses be the hardest The ones that overcome be the calmest Strive regardless. Where your heart at? Brave-hearted. Now lets find out where niggaz hearts' at Have you ever lost a loved one? You'll never understand love 'til you lost one. |
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The infamous all around and you know we get down
So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound Thug muzik, thug muzik (2 times) All that's loose leaf, my big game Scrow foul lives, snake eyes Ready with steel at any given time I'm a kill, stone-hearted nigga at will Done this shit real, riddle in a life appeal And losing again for real like -Armageddon- Tech sweating your direction Your face change applection My whole life been destined, to show as the moon, shape cressin Caressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubs I'm blessed, mics of all types learn their lesson Live from the strike -deadly- Like gas chambers and pengas in jail You know the dreal, QB on the hill where I chill 41 side still real, it ain't gone change My niggas think long range crack the skull frame Simple and plain fake niggas want claim fame Real niggas up north, the Vack Sing Sing It don't make a diff don, first nigga if done We hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun up Nigga you be done up right, QB at the end of the night Take a serve Chorus What's your position? Trying to come at me sideways But they ass backwards, jealousy- that's all that is I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut Like a pit never give up Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass With a touch of class handle that ass Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas Doing them cats, my crew's in the back Losing it black, I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped On some Queens bridge survival shit, we strike like that Full force, we blast at your main source Chorus As I sit back don, I think about my past When my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabs Or at the time when my brother got splashed It hurt my ass, to see him pass But now I gotta keep on moving to get this cash You better kill his ass, if you wanna pass The premicise for the minister's kid Called the infamous Forgive but we never forget All that fake snake shit, could I never regret Cause I learn from mistakes that be guiding my steps But we pull out and cock twice nigga When you least expect Chorus It's Murda Muzik, real life situations, placed on the paper For all you cats rapping acting like it cant happen Nigga we the most infamous, my team Glows in the dark and clicks the dullest Overconfident niggas get punished Take a number and get in and get on line for drama You whiling like you was one of my own That shit don't mix, we clashing Make moves, handle your biz Gun po's, take action, reach for those Long chrome noses -up- my gun blows Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down I give you that much, you ain't out Close but no ci-gar, you must be a fucking retard Extending your arm in my direction You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of up most respect You niggas only know what you heard on cassette Manifest words in a flash, niggas only see the light After they bleed a few pints Take your most VP don, leave them like the letter T You won't see me run, unless its police Now take these words home and think it through For the next rhyme we write might be about you don All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you Thug Muzik (2 times) |
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| 4:19 |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
<i>[Pee]</i> this the killa's shit dun <i>[G. Rap]</i> No Doubt .The undisputed.. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For street niggas livin with they lives on the line <i>[Prodigy]</i> For young guns comin' up during these times <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For police that find drugs let niggas slide <i>[Prodigy]</i> For niggas out slinging like 4 in the night <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight <i>[Prodigy]</i> For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night <i>[Prodigy]</i> This be the realest shit you heard in your life. <i>[Kool G. Rap]</i> Yo When the gats reveal You cats get peeled and that's the deal Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real When the slugs burst G.Rap be aiming at your mug first Niggas is blood thirst We'll see who get plugged worst We dug earth The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you Jacking you more than ripper My fifth's an organ shifter The human organism lifter You'll be hearing organs If ya leaving orphans, If ya Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya A fork pitcher To bump heads with those that dump lead Accurate shot in back of your knot Leave you one dead G.Rap,Havoc and Prodigy Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun Yo if it gotta be,it gotta be <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Havoc]</i> Yo when the gat spit Some niggaz get blown off the atlas It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus Get practiced what you lack is You think like the average Jake stoop down and leavin' crime scenes entangled Nothing but cannons get conspicuous Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched Wild out a part of the pack 'cause they made me like that If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that Draw blood for my nigga G.O.D,Ty Nitty and Twin And Twin is not here plus my kin Killa B forever with me Quick to settle with me Into QB to show love throughout the years with me You got guns we got guns the serious ones Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns Love never disrespect hit shit to re-direct <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Prodigy]</i> Never prejudge It be the humble that squeeze slugs It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee I spent more nights illin' less nights chillin' The more shots they hold the better they feel it What be the dealizz Some killas like to hide behind specs Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest Or so young that you wouldn't even expect To be burstin' off guns like a vietnam vet On the steps Sittin' in the staircase bent Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep I settle things with a heavy metal fifth Change clips Switch clothes after I spit Put niggas back in they place for shit that's on the mind kid <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 4:04 |
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Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mind like the dutch Flow wit her backwards Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture Frature Cry now laugh later We assist and compute data On ya IBM Dime bitches I be eyein them Shoot me down a hundred times Still come up wit new rhymes Rec exects dont like me Come up with new rhymes See you want it and you give a push for all mankind Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then Mike Tyson style Animal duns We live wild Too many ways to die We alive for now We cross borders Take the guns along with us Defend imfamous to the fullest Protect my duns that came with me They move with me Its risky For you to try to approach the god shiftly We all gorgeous The most fly The illest Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches While you bearin witness We handelin ya chick b'ness (business) Thuggin out druggin out ya know the dealins Picture you dead and in the raw Flippin 2 not ready for what you and Moms already missin you Old fool from the old school You 36 I been doin this since niggas sellin nicks Gettin head from tricks Takin shorts for kicks Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at If she a dime baby moms Know we baggin' that Smack em with the gat (what) React that Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then And to my fifth ward clique (how you like this) And to my dirty south thugs (how you like this) And to my westside niggas (yes you like this) And to my Chi-town gangstas keep thuggin it Connect the dots Merge with many a block My porto rock representitives blow plenty of shots Its love sincerely Even my heart For those that relate to this here song Thug of the age yo Have you noddin off like good dope And if the good then go regardless Finish it when you want to start shit Turn the body into carcus Handle mines regardless Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b And my out of state niggas reppin NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin like old time kings And old timers puttin young bloods on them things Just a lil something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then And for my midwest terrorists rock this For my New Orleans team they cant stop us And to my Little Rock clique y'all is heartless This for my Beantown dogs in the life is From Seattle to ping houses Unified States of America lets get it right shit |
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Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah
[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine) [hahahaha] Infamous two thousand (Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby) [AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha] [Havoc] Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death Like the terminal ill takin they last breath Read your last rites - God, forgive me for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red Sleep with half closed eyelids Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler with they hand on the biscuit Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick? Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife on my thousand dollar mattress It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's |
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| 4:04 |
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[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men unload ten in braw day light get right fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike u try to stop mines from growin I make your blood stop flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics lying to the pop dog like u got it you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower rusty shank holder we live this shit [Chorus]2X [Havoc] it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...) bump it in the clubs shit have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....] drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut have a nigga OD but it's never enough [Prodigy] Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs are you the same too goin through the emotions of gun holdin long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was 7 yo I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!] I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right grand open some gates invest in the rap business do things for the kids[the little duns] build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please don't make me have to risk my freedom we worked our whole life for this you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real] Chorus 1X [Prodigy] It go 1,2,3 to the 4th that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible servin' hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sup with top rap reps all across we board move diligent you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission 1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's 1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats so I can put more product out on the street get respect and love all across the board we've been endured for keepin it raw nothin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll Chorus 2X |
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