Mobb Deep

turn them heaadphones up
yeah
to my man Nigga-No, yo
Killa Bee
no doubt
[Prodigy]
I kick that progress
and to that dumb nigga god bless
I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit
now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin
fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin
we blowin niggas
heart attack stroking niggas
provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas
you rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker
get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya
but fuck that
stickin with the gat is quicker
scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga
do a jaw way all day fake shit
what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)
and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit
and show the world don't sweat it baby girl
I gotta hem
and pull the gat like a stem
you all fucked up like a off beat blend
I send message that you couldn't read clear
try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear
take it as a letter but I'm not sincere
yo
this ain't rap, it's bloodsport
your life cut short, you fell short
pressure's on high, full court
my team form killer instincts and fire arms
dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars
a life of a wild rebel, who run wild
clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down
appear, disappear, a hydro cloud
while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out