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from Purfek Storm Mix Tape Vol. 1 (2010)
M.O.B.B. nigga yeah ahuh
ugh 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 dont 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 ja 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 cotton mouth 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) Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that truth come out when u drunk your ass wont 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 u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow we step up in the club with one thing on our mind thats leave with something get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs we about to...gurl we about to...gurl we about to...gurl (gurl) we about to...gurl we about to...gurl (gurl) 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 theres beef is gettin fixed right there and they cant stop us they too scared they know a calibur 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 man slaughter right infront of my kids a little blood get on my daughter, thats nothing she'll live (just whipe that off) got cops shoot to death of us we dont 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 Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that turth come out when u drunk your ass wont 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 u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow we step up in the club with one thing on our mind thats leave with something get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs we about to....gurl we about to....gurl (gurl) we about to....gurl we about to...gurl (gurl) |
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[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha) We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!) [50 Cent]: You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know how I do my thang) I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burnin that backwood Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho' I got the info you already know Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go I bang I shine I play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just lookin for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it |
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It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort My nigga Ski got it under control And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits And represent the hood I rep on my hits On a song I talk about drugs and money Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy. |
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It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort My nigga Ski got it under control And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits And represent the hood I rep on my hits On a song I talk about drugs and money Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy. |
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It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort My nigga Ski got it under control And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits And represent the hood I rep on my hits On a song I talk about drugs and money Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy. |
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(feat. 50 Cent)
(Prodigy) Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money, for the two thou' Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now? Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched But I rather be hands on with that son Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon (Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy)) Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks But they ain't like this (the Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you Why they call us this (the Infamous) We own the streets - who basically control This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit! (Havoc) We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack, since '86 We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier We last more longer than them; more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen P got the most now; our guns are the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head That we're not the most likely to pop off kid (Hook) (Prodigy) Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools We was beasting, little young heaven I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death In the palm of my hands, fiending But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing And I hope they stop breathing Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man They don't waste no time, they want answers Even if you're still bleeding Homey I'm on the fleezy I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy! (Hook) |
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[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s I splurge with it, im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin` If theres money to be made, i`m all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Havoc Verse] You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license Shot high prices, shook all vices Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip 10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin` them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Prodigy Verse] Listen.. You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD My Range alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years i`m so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out I got a team of dimes they all dogged out Ray the line, you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy... |
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It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes On the kid; they all wanna touch On a nigga skin, they love me so much They all got P on they brain And at the show they do anything to get backstage Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks." Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch Just help me get down with the G-unit!" Man, little groupies, they make me sick You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel - unless we grip And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah) Shorty, hit me high then hit me low You get around girl, I know I seen your face before Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass You was at the last show with your backstage pass [repeat] Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga I'm trying to fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga I'll tear it up, in the tele you'll be loving a nigga I'll work that, work that. yeah, I'll work that, work that It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage Harder than the politician on the campaign No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring Face fuck, girl go for broke So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat Then Havoc on the floor I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show Half-ass dress, smelling like sex Dried up nutt on her neck They don't call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing We destroy good girls; send them home with pussy soft from fucking Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus Here's the hot line bitch, call us Shorty, hit me high then hit me low You get around girl, I know I seen your face before Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass You was at the last show with your backstage pass [repeat] |
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It's The Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'? Straight G's nigga, G's up nigga Infamous Mobb Deep nigga Y'all know what time it is man We clip up over here nigga What's Your Name Fool? [Chorus] Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P P-see-P, P get piecy with the hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist, memories what I say so When this shit goes down You won't be surprised how this shit turns out I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless You got plans at gettin' at P? Don't do it I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga My baby mom's left me, 'cause she couldn't put up with my foul attitude I'm so fucked up, and I love it It got me to where I'm at dunn If I had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain I would still get cut and would still catch a fade By the older thugs around the way (What?) I would still get cut and would still catch a fade By the older thugs around the way What's Your Name Fool? Capital P, bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P, and. [Verse 2 - Havoc] H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist memories what I say This is '06, '07, '08 You old school, fuck out my face Who cares if you buyin' the rap Now these rich little bastards got it on smash We a new breed, not from the same game Cut from the same cloth not from the same vein If money ? flyin' out your mouth from talkin' Then no comprende, your language is foreign If your body language don't calm down humbly Homicide homie if you move too suddenly And don't fidget with your fingers 'cause we would take that for a gang sign nigga Revenge is food that tastes best served cold But we like it better when it's fresh off the stove You could get keep your things, we want your soul So hot, even Satan gotta go What's Your Name Fool? Capital H, A-V-O-see, H class diamonds, H-S-be-see H killin' all these producers with his beats Back seat of the H-3 you H-O-E H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' Heavy on the waist memorise what I say Yea! Ha ha Hollywood Hav nigga, Las Vegas P nigga, hah Nyce nigga Ya' niggas know what time it is man. Real G's over here nigga, hah What's up nigga give me the word nigga I ride on these bitch ass industry niggas all day nigga This is what we do ya' heard? Ha ha Yeah man we stuntin' them Porsches too nigga Back to back you bitch ass niggaz, Yea! We got money nigga Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz I hate ya' niggaz man, aha I fuckin' hate y'all man Word up man But we ridin' out though you knowhaimsayin' MBK style.. Mobb Deep Style nigga Ya' niggaz know what time it is nigga Ride out nigga [Beat fades 'til end] |
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[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You want to be who? You can't be me Shorty gave me that ass on GP Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon And there ain't that much room for all us Limited space, the game like a tour bus I won't break, I just take, take and take Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities Ain't my fort챕 makin' pennies They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's Like ???, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em The AK'll do em, like nobody ??? 'em Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot [Hook: Havoc - 2X] We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click [Tony Yayo] It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt I'm in that two-door Range Stormer My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone Listen homes, everything glisten homes Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago My connect is a Cuban named Flaco With my aim, you a human taco Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah [Hook: Havoc - 2X] [Prodigy] You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk One, two, three hundred shots Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block Old people, the pets and the kids Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P If they could kill me, believe me, they would That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good When them street, lights, come on nigga You best, have, your gun on nigga Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl) As soon as I walk up, or drive-by [Hook: Havoc - 2X] |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode
Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through Oh, ya man live out here, don't go and get comfortable Don't know what he told you ain't sweet around here And I don't care what he told you ain't sweet around here See you riding that infinity, now that's not fair What's that a 2006? Okay Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us Letting' that slide's not up for debate Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait She don't know right now but trust me the bitch bait I won't get all in the business that shorty is mad cool My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here You ask me all these rappers is bums Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse We emerge on the scene Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so But once we get in the air that's a wrap bro Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have fans New York, New York, we the kings of the dam We party too much and smoke too much grass And we never see the bright side we only see the bad Fuck all that, it's a lot of niggas dead And I won't let ?em get me how they got them Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', "Where the money at?" My hood Southside, riders ride that's right Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know Shit it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it yo Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat I ain't say wassup to you, nigga you don't know me I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food Cereal in the white box with powdered milk too My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want We put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks It's cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz With the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous I knew way back then we had to step it up 'Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Conney Everyday and night just so we can got songs done We had guns, weed and a couple of forties If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone We used to watch video music box And pray maybe one day we could get a shot Outside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V. From money that they made off the block Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more My day dreams is more like nightmares A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares My friends did a turn 'cause it's not they turn Or how the streets gonna be when they release fur When I get that million bucks will I remain the same? Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed? Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech? When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heat I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad A far cry from what a dream was all I had Do I got the right team or they riding for cash Would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash Gotta collect receipts 'cause that bitch uncle Sam Invades your space when you evade his tax Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
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 ain't 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 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] 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] 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] |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s I splurge with it, im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin` If theres money to be made, i`m all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Havoc Verse] You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license Shot high prices, shook all vices Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip 10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin` them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Prodigy Verse] Listen.. You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD My Range alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years i`m so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out I got a team of dimes they all dogged out Ray the line, you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy... |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
M J be, M O be be Fifty, it's alright
Your love's in 187 baby it's alright, it's alright When we beefin' we ain' speakin' Feels like I'm dyin' inside but it's alright Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life Come to me runnin' trust me baby I make it right You with me lil' mama, let's breeze lil' mama We start with a lil' bit and take it to a lotta that Love gettin' hotter you can if you wanna Have it all it's yours just ask and you got it The trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks I do these things for you 'cause you my done Girl, feel special 'cause I don't spend Nuttin' but time with certain other broads I rip You belong in minks, bracelets and rings Not handcuffs forget about that locket chain And just leave lil' mama, this P lil' mama I ain't them, I'm me lil' mama My baby, you crazy and I'm hooked Your body right, your smile light up the room That man you got, that nigga's a fool Guess one man's trash is the next man's jewel This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance When we first middle sex fif, knew that you was that chick Wooly sayin' holla at her, whip sayin' girl get in Remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress Asked if she had a man, couldn't tell if no or yes Hell, I just dipped her number and talked more When I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues Who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice Last one before that, found out homie had a wife Looked so secure, but yet so delicate Can't come back in the crib without a search for evidence Baby girl, I ain't here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you Ain't your fool model them other dudes don't deserve you What you tryin' to do, scare me off and leave you low Funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone The accuser got me curious, I asked who it was He like the 'Sold-a-soul' man, who the fuck you 'cause? I'm out This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance Every time I hurt you it's because of what someone else Has done to me and I know it's not really fair No I just can't trust you 'cause I just got outta something And I'm running, boy you know that I'm running scared You treat me so good that it's just too good to be true And I don't think that I really deserve To be treated like a woman should 'cause I been so hurt in the past I'm still carryin' bags This is no way to live (It's alright) But it's just the way it is (It's alright) You got to understand (It's alright) That I never could trust a man (It's alright) But I got to let it go (It's alright) And stop livin' in the past (It's alright) (It's alright) And give you a chance (It's alright) Give you a chance We can ball to the fullest baby (It's alright, it's alright) You can style if you want, go ahead stunt (It's alright, it's alright) If it's diamonds you like go ahead pick 'em up (It's alright, it's alright) Get the first Bentley spurs His & Hers (It's alright, it's alright) |
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[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha) We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!) [50 Cent]: You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know how I do my thang) I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no 50 got 'em locin again, they open again Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin You could find me in the background burnin that backwood Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho' I got the info you already know Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 2: Havoc] You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it [Verse 3: Prodigy] You already know how it go I bang I shine I play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems I don't run, I just gun you all up But we ain't come here to start no drama We just lookin for our future baby mamas With money with face with style and body I cook I clean I swear that mami Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
Yeah
Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose It's been along time comin' I done paid my dues Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news I know a lot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to Around the same time KRS was writin' Black Cop I was busy tryin' to pump cracks in the black blocks Poppin' shit to my homeys about how my gat pop Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock P ninety hold ten but I had six shots I used to walk around with it and risk gettin' knocked I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my hand Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you take a good look and look into my face And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space Som' I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to clean my slate And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin' The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson And clean my act up and go straight to perfection Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven Start everything from everything from heads to the worries And had half the hood damn near wanted to mirk us Found myself askin' God what the fuck is my purpose You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now homey if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates Tell the boss man we got beef And tell his only son, I'm a see him when I see him And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie For leavin' us out to dry on straight poverty For not showin' me no signs they watchin' over me Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit Nigga show me where the cash at The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits Man my life is painful, pray to angels I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin' Ain't nobody gon' save you In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit We dealin' within, these survival times Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood |
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Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that
Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed Keep thinkin' its a game get your man tooks I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook Blood money album drop, hell broke loose All the drama ain't no tellin' who I'm gonna shoot Check my motherfuckin' resume Catch Hav where the motherfuckin' cheddar be Slide through with your own risk Chain gat on the train with your low bitch Tears drop cause death is a tear jerker Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder It's foul how they took out Tookie All this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie Smoke it, mmm, that's a slow toke Liquor for the homies, gonna small toast I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I smoke that nigga like a purple stick Smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp Elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is Plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep Put the pipe down, pick up the CD, in a hood near you We got all the things, they sell they couch and they TVs Just so they can get a few tokes of the dope New shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin' new laws So they can ban us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck Twisted, twisted and they throwin' up, they nauseous Because it the Porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing We got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone And love when we re-up I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow The moment, sqeeze the trigga of that fo fo You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
<i>[Havoc]</i>
C'mon, yeah yo, it's all about the murders and the killings Bitches they catch feelings, niggaz mixin' Business with pleasure won't measure, will it? Summer's my home skillet, just came home from penet' I tried to look out for him, now I can't fuck with him He had distorted vision, thought I ain't deserve this How he the streets, and I ain't put no work in Nigga I ain't lock you and take all your years You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made I ain't complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid Yeah I'm up, boilin' blood to see me bust Even worse they ask for help, like I'm the Red Cross I don't knock niggaz when they down, I try to lift 'em But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em Can't happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw) It's a ten year road, but niggaz ain't tryin' to hear it <i>[Hook: Havoc - 2X]</i> Orders that we makin', they be takin' too easy Niggaz can't get any money cause they palms so greasy Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be Niggaz better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely <i>[Prodigy]</i> You listenin' to the world's most Infamous This is different than what you used to Them other niggaz, they ain't killin' it We come through militant, niggaz be grillin' it Screwin' up they face, but my adrenaline Is at a maximum, I can't be touched Just as soon niggaz move, niggaz get tore up We so confidant in ourselves, it's not fair While you still tryin' to overcome your childhood fears We settin' up shop, takin' over the blocks In e'ry hood, e'ry boy, and e'ry girl gon' cop Now we chillin' in, new airplanes and Rolls Royces My watch is my president - and guess who's the first lady? Yeah, my big fat princess cut She a little overweight, but I love her so much So charged up right now, you niggaz better stop If I squeeze we gon' breeze to the top of the charts <i>[Hook: Havoc - 2X]</i> |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that
I don't got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin' back You can have me a P.O. absolute and it's a rap It's a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped No, I won't say your name 'cause it just put you on the map And I ain't, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that Shorty love the way I swing my game, I got a better bat Know I'm lethal with this rap shit, c'mon baby holla back Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain't no stoppin' that I don't sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap Spit a verse,then I eventually watch the cheddar stack I'm shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like it's a got to get slack This a standin' ovation for homey with a Tek clap F that, we takin' over baby and that's that Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can't stand rap I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me Yeah, gun powder resi' on the sleeve of my Pele I had to burn my leather and toss 'My Buddy' Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly I had to cut the ringer like, "Fuck e'rybody" Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali Lay low for a month or so gettin' very high Where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones Back on the East Coast I bury now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it So niggaz started grillin' me Like they was gon' take my things So I assumed I had to set it Now it's blood splashed all on the ice in my jewelery They don't know who did it 'cause I did it smoothly Take my ass back to Queens, it's not like I look for trouble It seems trouble always finds me, then I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me Look, I got tons of old beef and a brand new forty A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me A high-priced lawyer just in case a nigga snap And can't take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap A horrible splatter in a matter of a second Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it My crew greater, yeah, I'm talkin' to you hater I'm too major, two-tone blue gator New blazer, big gun, little razor So raise up, that ain't how your momma raised ya They wire-tappin' to hear somethin', they ear-hustlin' They won't bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him It's nothin', there's more 'mati's at the spot One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot Stash box, with the nine magnum with a wop I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me |
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from Mobb Deep - Blood Money (2006)
(feat. 50 Cent)
(Prodigy) Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money, for the two thou' Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now? Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched But I rather be hands on with that son Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon (Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy)) Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks But they ain't like this (the Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you Why they call us this (the Infamous) We own the streets - who basically control This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit! (Havoc) We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack, since '86 We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier We last more longer than them; more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen P got the most now; our guns are the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head That we're not the most likely to pop off kid (Hook) (Prodigy) Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools We was beasting, little young heaven I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death In the palm of my hands, fiending But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing And I hope they stop breathing Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man They don't waste no time, they want answers Even if you're still bleeding Homey I'm on the fleezy I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy! (Hook) |
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from Mobb Deep - Put 'Em In Their Place (2006)
Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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from Mobb Deep - Put 'Em In Their Place (2006)
Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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from Mobb Deep - Put 'Em In Their Place (2006)
(feat. 50 Cent)
(Prodigy) Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money, for the two thou' Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now? Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched But I rather be hands on with that son Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon (Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy)) Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks But they ain't like this (the Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you Why they call us this (the Infamous) We own the streets - who basically control This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit! (Havoc) We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack, since '86 We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier We last more longer than them; more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen P got the most now; our guns are the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head That we're not the most likely to pop off kid (Hook) (Prodigy) Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools We was beasting, little young heaven I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death In the palm of my hands, fiending But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing And I hope they stop breathing Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man They don't waste no time, they want answers Even if you're still bleeding Homey I'm on the fleezy I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy! (Hook) |
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from Cut Killer - Cut Killer Lunatic (2005)
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from from these streets that we done took You could run but you can't hide forever You walkin witcha head down scared to look You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixin vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death I'm fallin and I can't turn back My goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Yo, yo Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we livin this til the day that we die) (survival of the fit only the strong..) [Havoc] When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know As long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God But shit happens for a reason You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult Wild on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt My crew's all about loot Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell You better realizeWe livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (the strong survive) (Thug life, we still livin it) Look in the eyes and get wise Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that |
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from With H - Doo Wop (2004)
Verse 1 : Prodigy
Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born Chorus (x2) : I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you [Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3) Verse 2 : Havoc Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Chorus Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember Verse 4 : Big Noyd My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
[Havoc] Yea.. Amerikaz Motherfuckin Nightmare bitch [Havoc] They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Live in the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Live in the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare [Havoc] Dogs, I think smarter, reach harder slugs travel much farther Niggaz stomped a Timberland wearing face carver With the box cutter, top gutter I hover over you lames, Run for cover, end in your brain (yea) You did your thang but not very good And by the looks of things, You can't come back to the hood This is not a good look for you my nigga Wus really poppin, Inquirin minds wanna know How you rocking them new guns, we cope those Invoke, like we bought 'em in Costco's Don't get yaself murk'd, wet shirt Said it first, hurry this that red alert You ain't gotta get buck to know that this letter hurt The sight of my Hammer, gotcha heart pumping Nerves twitching, Eyes jumping, heads will roll when the pound starts kicking You be missing Moms will be wearing that yellow ribbon While I'm somewhere in the Carribean Islands, chillin [Chorus] They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Locking the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare [Prodigy] Yea꿃un..You know we keep them big thangs ( big thangs ) That make dead people when we hit brains (hit brains) It's a wrap for the sequel get yo whip spray'd (whip sprayed ) Tho I rather hit you walkin, get yo shit shaved ( shit shaved ) Plus showered up, talkin then we split, EY (woo wooo) Wont catch me gun smokin, have the cops think There was drugs that provoke it while we rollin, EY Baby girl, I see you, can I get a taste Of that thang, heard its lethal in a good way Just so you kno I ain't the one that get yo clit ate But hope you got a strong back, I'll make yo shit break You'll be walking like a penguin for a few days Yo Bitch, you know we got BIG CASH Money fallin out our pockets, give you whiplash When we drive past your project, ain't nobody can stop us Infamous they can't stop us, They want our spot Yo fall bak nigga we got this [Chorus ] [Prodigy] I got love for my niggaz, love for my niggaz Love for my niggaz, got love for my niggaz I bust thugs for my niggaz, thug for my niggaz Thugs for my niggaz, bust bloods for my niggaz [Havoc] Yo slugs touchin, medics will rush you Jay dusting for Prince, make shift Morgues made for you pricks You know wuts on my hips, you know the hood that I rep You know we dumpin' them clips You in the valley of death [Prodigy] Get comfortable nigga, you runnin out of breath (outta breath) Ya blood is spilling thru the sealing of the necks (of the necks) Floor or have you flood the cement Ouside somewhere on the streets, no longer in the flesh |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All day baby, all day [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit [Havoc] You know my story, you can feel me, you know how I get done I'm bout the money, I been at it for a little while Never put the metal down Hunger never satisfy, billion dollar Snicker bar And once I settle down, pre-nup to the lucky broad A Bentley Coupe, a bless in the backseat First day, once they hand over them keys Couple of G's, I'm trickin on the watermelon trees So high, so stuck, like Jay's Rucker team On the bus no diss f'real stuck Just countin that, money and still visit my niggaz on the Island The money mountain I climb it, it won't stop My money too dirty to ever go pop It's a lot, you could do with a fifty {?} watch Steadily, eliminate, competition and flood That block with the primo, cuz the trunkilo{?} Not for too long, gotta stay on top of your people [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit [Prodidgy] It don't matter if it's the winter or summertime I got the mac in my pants Make niggaz do that dance, they fuck with mines It always come a time, when it's time to flip You only flippin when you hit by a gun of mines You broke and you wanna shine, you in a dollar van I'm in a oh-five G-55 That girl you with's a friend of mine, I hope that's not yo' wife You wouldn't do that if you seen the bitch other side We ain't got time for peasants, the streets need our presence They not gettin fed from them other guys We in the hood like drugs, if we ain't out on tour with Mobb Deep written on the headline While y'all poppin all that lip We does what y'all talk and more of that kid Unfold one of my knots, it look like a brick We'll never go broke, while you sit and bitch [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Something’s happenin’
cause everything’s different, but everything is fine, yeah Cause this is the good stuff and yesterday is only what you leave behind it’s only in your mind Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes There’s no use pretendin’ you (or it) never existed til you saw the light, yeah Cause you’re just beginning you haven’t missed it it’s only in you, and you know what to do Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes If the world wasn’t the way she is now you’d be mysterious she’s got more use and give it to me When nobody’s happy that’s not the world outside where everybody hides Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes Yeah, thank you, thank you yeah, everything will stop yeah, thank you, thank you for the light in your eyes yeah, thank you, thank you yeah, everything will stop yeah, thank you, thank you, for the light in your eyes for the light in your eyes |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
<i>[Havoc]</i>
Gun wars, money, hustle, the hoes Niggaz that don't get along for life, that's how it go Momma's victim, take care of there kids, and let 'em roam And you can see how he or she gon' be when they get grown Your childhood, ideals crushed, youth press due and stuffed that Basically, just go fuck ya ass up, you a volcano about to erupt Runnin' the corrupt guns shiny, but them basketball trophies covered in dust Them babies kids, the innocent that was lost in Not them, circumstances, and had that hand forced When I was little, yeah I dreamt of the Porshe, and of course Ain't get it, admitted, them loose rocks, the only source To that shit that rob and lease, preech the riddle was in reach God, give me one last word, to kill her Yo, you lookin' down in the hood, willin' with that advice But it's beat the other nigga, gettin' killed tonight <i>[Chorus 2X: Havoc]</i> Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change <i>[Prodigy]</i> Make a nigga say, fuck birthday, and fuck Christmas Fuck a wishlist, I'm writing out my shitlist It got a lot of names, I got a lot of time Blow out brains, see now you out ya fuckin' mind You get gauged, for a pound of the wicked nine Ya playin' games to the sound of them guns fire Cereal and powdered milk, that was then then A-1 Sauce sandwiches, we was children Growing up broke, snatching chains and coats Smokin' weed with coke, sellin' fiends soap Drunk sleepin' on the bench, I couldn't make it upstairs Woke up and seen the kids on they way to school, shit Borrow money for my drug dealing friends So I can buy beer, yeah that'll put me on my feet again See, this real shit, you probably neva been through Ching-ching, now I got bling, but.. <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[Havoc]</i> Back to back, nigga, just gettin' knocked Since swallowin' the pack, guess what, his heart stopped It all happens in the hood, it never seems to stop And even the good ones, get drugs planted by them dirty copss <i>[Prodigy]</i> Back to back, niggaz be gettin' shot You would think that they would learn from they first time being popped From the hospital, straight back to the block Can't budge my thugs, this is what we love and <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
<i>[Havoc]</i>
You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you folding You be the death of you, every dude, last view will be arial Put the Range on off road, the woods to bury you Never question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a state Crime or federal, task force to battle you Faggots, know what the lead'll do, put ya vest on daddy Them slugs will burn like verenial, off top to carry you Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta, and shotty You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt for they addy They drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap me Give a fuck if it's tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to guns Muthafucka, polygamy, nigga, they vary Being need of some medical, livin' life as vegetable Take that, think about it and don't try nothin' fancy Make a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forces Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue And clog the fuck outta a vessel, and got you seeing me crystal Niggaz sweatin' in they sleep, I got them sleepin' with pistols I'm the dope, you the fiend, fuckin' right, I'm fiction <i>[Chorus 2X: Havoc]</i> Shot a nigga from frontin', I'm on the run now Nigga try to fuck with my hustle, I'm on the run now Used to gettin' paper, I'm touchin', I'm on the run now Life is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now <i>[Prodigy]</i> Nigga be duckin' and slidin', cuz they know we providin' All the shots for they night, they on us, we got it It's on us, you can put ya money back ya pocket Keep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbing I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some shit Now you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flip Without a thought, now we up in the whips We pay our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dicks Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin' Got her shootin' at people, mad cuz they do leave them They can't believe it, now my car change with the seasons When the spring, summer, fall, the truck droppin' the t-rex I be boatin' and flying, strapped in when I'm driving Be on the side walking off, we truly be wilding They got billions behind 'em, still can't fuck with our rhyming And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin' <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Yeah-h-h-h, one two one two
Yeah, okay, now You know who we got up in this bitch M.O. - M.O.B.B.B. [Chorus - Prodigy] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) [Havoc] And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck) Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust Death toll addin up, them razors we let 'em rust Them haters we clap 'em up, countin cash, that's us Catch me in that GT Coupe, with the flat screen drooped In the driver's seat souped, cause it's a Bentley When I pass by, have you stuck, S.U.'s, black 'em up Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot, sorta for my mascots That pop off, buck buck Sick 'em Fido, let the car idle, I ain't never been there Shit can happen have yo' ass, disappear in thin air Shit real, y'all not, get robbed in a car lot You bitch you call cop, you snitch and that's off top My biscuit is gonna pop, whether you like it you not Ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot (boy) [Chorus] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) [Prodigy] Yo yo yo yo dunny you comedy with tragedy nigga You go 'head, keep smilin, we ain't laughin my nigga We dead serious, you niggaz is livin jokes We don't game around, these bullets'll eat through your bones Y-y-y-yeah, that's right you heard me nigga, reach for your chrome When you see us, better bleed us off the top of the dome Meanin you better get to squeezin cause our reason is gone Meanin that shit is out the window, we won't give it a thought And we don't give a loud motherfuck about who you are What's your set that you rep, you can get 'em involved (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all you hearin when you go at the Mobb (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all I'm sayin if you tryin to talk We what you would call, niggaz that talk it walk it and live it Your music is not "Murder," you an Infamous mimic You what we would call, niggaz who suck dick for a living Get off our balls, or we'll take chances for prison [Chorus] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh Just throw your hands in the air Yeah.. Yo [Havoc] I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear its crystal I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through I don't kill you thats what it'll do Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love Often above them cowards and them so called thugs When we come through respect is there, cause we demand it Know the mobb is in the building, we officially landed Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't stand us Try to raid us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin' cuz it might be a chance that it won't pop off If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin' it on You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off This southern cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross [Chorus] So if you goin' thru it but you won't let it hold you down (Just throw up your hands) C'mon ma We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans [Prodigy] Theres only few things i die for Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for we don't take time off, we take rhymes off Come with somethin better than that, to blow your mind more Gettin our shine on... I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb Rain on your parade and you can thank god Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin' Really it wasnt called for, and you don't want it to call for it, don't play my gun, it go off Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas Out there like the concord I show you how to get murdered, and the cops never catch on I show you how to do songs, then after than show you how to do them contracts and get yours [Chorus 2x] [Havoc] We ain't finished yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon You know that thing in the stash box Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt, you know we gon lock ass Inevitable, can't control them slugs Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs Flood the block with nothin but that gangsta shit Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch. [Prodigy] It's plain to see, that you could never snake me I never let the grass grow past my Nikes Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick outside with thermo shirts underneath tees I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people Try and contest Mobb Deep Uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon [Chorus] Yeah M-O-B-B Baby (Just throw up your hands) 0-4.. Kanye Flip it out my nigga |
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Yeah, bout to get my head right on this one
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-huh uh-huh Yeah Yeah! C'mon [Havoc] Hav' come through, slump low with the seat back With somethin in the stash to push a elephant bean back Shit, my shit is touchin, hungry hurry up need that Tryin to live right, only a juk for the relapse (yeah) Perhaps I'll fold, maybe I won't Go back to it like an old bitch I boned Nigga Havoc he a problem 'specially when he zoned Let a nigga get foul like the wool he smoked, so Smell me people, these clowns ain't equal to I Bitches feel me cause they love my vibe Know what a chick want, know what a chick need Recognize the difference from a male, and chicken feed I'm blessed that's why my neck is glistening You in a slump cause you not listening We hold our own and earn our keep And never ever get more than the one eye sleep [Prodigy] (We up!) Word man (We up!) I be havin nightmares son (We up!) (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) I don't even wanna go to sleep no more (We up!) I be havin the illest dreams son (We up!) Tell you about this shit son (We up!) Yo (Everybody wake up!) I'm havin dreams of squeezin a gun that don't work And some nigga with a tec come and wet my shirt I catch bullets in my stomach, and them shits burn I wake up sweatin, holdin my stomach cause it hurt Yo the shit seem too real, I'm dyin of thirst I gotta drink mad water just to calm me down thirst 'fore I get back to sleep, and get some rest Then I can't get back to sleep, I'm too stressed I got the shotty real close, right under my bed I know that work, cause I been practicin with my gauge at the range, nigga I'm nice wit it Nigga motherfuck them dreams, I'm real life wit it You'll be coughin up yo' spleen, guts an' all kinda shit You invade my space, I'm beatin the case Nigga come fuckin with me, yeah that's my kind of shit Please, or all of my guns'll be a waste [Havoc] (We up!) Yeah, I feel you my nigga (We up!) No doubt (We up!) That's why I'm glad we up man (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) We got niggaz to do that shit for us y'know? (We up!) Word up man (We up!) That's right my nigga we up (We up!) (Everybody wake up!) |
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from Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare (2004)
Alchemist - fuck is the deal nigga?
Uh-huh, yeah .. Yeah .. when you hear the .. Yeah .. [Prodigy] P yeah you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars Gallons of Bacardi, been at the awards I need a bitch like Christina Aguiler-y for a broad I know I can splack that, she dyin for a thug And she heard of me, she know about my Infamous life Shootouts in New York with various types Fast money, faster guns, we party e'ry night Cause we perform, e'ry day of the week for that price (Mobb Deep) Who you know got a similar catalogue and still sound brand new, like we just started? The Carhatt Mobb, Guess jean team Forty inch chain gang, volume please So these people can hear the sounds of Queens I make your arm hairs stand up, it had to be me Mixed with the A-L-C and H-A-V N.Y.C. to L.A., we do our swing E'rybody have a ball, e'rybody party E'rywhere you turn it ain't nuttin but phatties and hotties E'rything is all love 'til you try to try me That's when I make e'rybody {*shhhh*} [Chorus] When you hear the .. it's on When you hear the .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on [Havoc] Yo I'ma glow, like a dirty bomb, jux, with the certy arm Rippin anything, that you motherfuckin hear me on Add it to the catalogue, heavy hitters had the song Niggaz showin no feelings and me, got 'em camoflauged (F'real baby) You little babies so emotional And tip-toe around the beef until that toast to you Ain't got no problem in smokin you Enemies I could deal with, be the ones that's close to you And do, what I'm 'posed to do, approach Duke Why you faggots only squeezin from out, the vocal booth? Know my style be that overproof, open the Coupe Open your face was talkin, wasn't talkin to you And now the medics gotta mind to your face, tyin the lace You tellin that a D.A. got 'em tryin the case, yeah Bottom line you cowards is ass Know Mobb good, in numbers y'all music is trash {*gunfire*} When you hear the .. [Chorus] - echoes to fade When you hear the .. it's on When you hear the .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on |
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Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose -) Jean Plum
"... whether I, win or looooose" {*variations of this sample repeat throughout the song*} [Havoc] Another day another dollar it's about gettin money Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long my hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm [Prodigy] It's like ahh shit it's on, time to go shoppin For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb My clothes, be the same shit that we had on And fuck lookin cute, save that for the broad [Havoc] It's the H-A-V-O, C-dump-and-reload Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin through the peephole Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those But get locked and I'm sluttin lady C.O.'s [Prodigy] And we the only niggaz you know, that fuck they P.O.'s They push our files to the top, you still on parole We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans [Chorus] "Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose" [H] But losin ain't a option girl My destination is top of the world, top of the world "Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose" [H] But losin ain't a option girl My destination is top of the world, top of the world [Havoc] Y'all like bitches - the chit-chatterin Stay not likin a nigga but givin dap to him Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him Never get cool with you niggaz, I end up clappin 'em [Prodigy] Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggaz Franklin and Grant, get yo' ass blammed with the quickness Y'all niggaz is finished You overdosin the world with that cute shit It's time for this realness [Havoc] And here I go again, lettin the mac blow Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone For real, put it on her like {?} wrapped dome, f'real [Prodigy] Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors We run laps around e'ry artist on your payroll Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black with the black rims, killin yo' bitch in her a-hole uh-oh! [Chorus] {*samples continue to fade*} |
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