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1. _ Cradle To The Grave
Verse one
(prodigy)
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always(yeah!)
They lock me up for 12 days,i can't comprehend
Now i'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin st.ide's down with some seagrams gin
Life is like a dice game and i'm into win
(havoc)
On the scene from the 41st side of queens
We get the cream,laid up,love-love for dame
Cos i mean what i mean,i'm out to claim king
Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign
(prodigy)
To all my peoples locked down comin back to life
In the world once again though ya fear was trife
While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more
Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid i swore
That our crew will live forever,i guess i was wrong
No,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong(yeah!)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where?)
Sweatin dogs as i'm runnin cross 12th street
Just as i approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep down by vick's weed spot(so what!)
Made a u-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so i could warn my man
(havoc)
Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckin
My ears rung,i punch a clip into the guns
Got (?raydes?) in the arm,one slug hit my son
He was bleedin from the head,i couldn't believe it
We was defeated,if it was a case i couldn't beat it
Felt like cryin(the temperature's risin)
I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin
So to p i passed the iron
(prodigy)
Kid you ain't lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon,plus i'm relyin
On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap!
Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back
Jetted up the staircase to the third floor
Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor
Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw
"so where's the gun we saw?"(i don't know!)
"we know you was there at the homicide scene"(i know nuttin!)
"and if it wasn't you,was somebody from ya team"
Chorus
From the cradle to the grave
(from the cradle to the grave)
Repeat x 2 1/2
(straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)
Verse 2
(havoc)
Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still!
Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill
Son bless me with the iron,i got beef
With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips
Flip em like the gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift
The cradle to the grave is where i'll end up
Fuck gettin sent up north,son i'm bett-er
Doin my dirt on a low
Fuckin wit them mobbers like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow,you never know
He didn't even have to go there
Unprepared,now he's six below
Y'know i'm chillin,i gots no time for catchin feelings
Get that money i wants,some brothers wanna act funny
But it's all good i still die for the hood
For my peoples,yeah knock on wood
(prodigy)
Triple l,rollin dice while i put you on
To the drama what i gotta say is short not long
This nigga that i'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be dead
Know him well and probably go way back
But i don't care if he's your man doin shit like that
I hope the word gets back to him,cos i screw him
He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him
Lets get it over with quick,i'm tired of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how
Later on right now,spoke to killa yesterday
He said to chill for a while
But it's hard acting like everything is alright
I get the chills when i see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin(about what?)
About how what he did buried off and you don't know
How much i fiend to put his ass in a coffin
One day my man and the next he's not
Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it!
It's funny how things change(word up!)
Chorus
Outro:(prodigy)
Word up man!
Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die!
It's for real,kid,no games bein played
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2. _ Nobody Likes Me
[prodigy]
Uh hu
Uh hu
Lines pop like bottles of mo, bonin ya ho
Leave 'em open like a 20 a blow
Fiening to cop more
Rhymes rusty like nails
Spit 'em catch lock jaw
Cook shit, spit it up, sit it on the floor
To prevent lop side i never slam the door
To never get shitted on, don
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3. _ Nessun Dorma
Intro:
One two, one two. q.b.c.. m.o.b.b. d.e.e.p.
We all over (all over)
Spread it out spread it out, spread it out
Spread it out we takin' over
Yeah yo, yo, yeah uh uh no doubt uh, check it
Havoc"
One two, one two q.b.c. to london
A little something bumpin'
Mobb deep the infamous national commissioners
While you're sleepin' to get it right got me creepin'
Awaking while you're beepin'
Off the hood she ain't a crook
Got shook never play it by the book
We off the hook while you try to figure out the name
I got three answers while you got the wrong questions
Affections, spread love in your section headin' torward your direction
Injection got you up in the best western
Room 109 is fine
And you're always on my mind you a dime
Prepared, bring it over here don't be scared
Like caller 97 you're on the air
And i like the way
And i like the way
And i like the way you bless my whole clique
And i like the way you bless my whole clique
And i like the way you bless my whole clique
And you look all good
In that satin sheets inbetween
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4. _ Violators
* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill
[swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, yall a bunch of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause i bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, i pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know i call my name at this table
I'm gon always be here, and yall always gonna fear
The bronx making them recoreds cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[sonja blade]
I'm the one wit the chrome and the clothes
Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe
Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah)
Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady
How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navie
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)
I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano
[noreaga]
Yo my niggas is on the same level i'm on
You ask me why i'm melvin flynt i'm doing a porn
Ay yo yall niggas is faker then a three dollar bill
And i don't shoot to bust yo i shoot to kill
What's going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow
Yo i'm in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe
After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how i come, i bring the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you know i gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like i cockpitted
Yo i love my niggas, don't love no chicks
I like to light the blunts then order my licks
Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks
I'm from iraq nigga wit domican hits
Peurto rican motherfuckers yo yall fake they fits
Violator motherfucker
[mysonne]
Yo, yo
I told these niggas from the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo i'll tear this whole city up
And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds
My ? playas disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns
See i pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause i don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door
You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw
See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four
Yall cowards don't want war, yall can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the street shit, i let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet shit
Yall roll wit niggas, i'm the one they roll wit
Yall go get niggas, i'm the one they go get
Yall niggas don't want nothing to do wit me
Cause i spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me
Motherfucker
[prodigy]
Niggas can't be serious, we wear guns like clothes
But only show em when it's time to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more
Left niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life yall niggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores
Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, i'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show ready or tell, yall niggas heard
[busta rhymes]
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleing
Down a stream of water, wet any nigga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing
My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to maryland
Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling
And blow a hundred thou if yall niggas is really gambling
Gritty niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wild wit him
Traveling to see niggas from howard through grambling
Ha round up my niggas to form a large gathering
Yo rattling niggas who walk badlimp
Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking
C-e-o niggas stay genaral managing
Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many live niggas cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while yall niggas throwing javelins
Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how niggas remain champions
Ha, ha, ha
[busta rhymes]
Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit
Fuck is wrong wit yall
Cut that shit off now
Cut it off nigga
Cut it off nigga
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5. _ Rare Species (modus Operandi)
[havoc]
1-2, 1-2
[prodigy]
Yo, however do u want, however do you need p
My mobb bring it back to life, back to reality
You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time don't rush the clock, infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh
Chorus [havoc]
Yo, we the men for the operation
You know the m-o, b-b's, warrior style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
From jones beach to over-seas from over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand cc's
[havoc]
Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while i, handle the henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you really think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same vision
41st till i dearly depart, till then i'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
That your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, i ain't even feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, cuz you could have that
[prodigy]
Four pounds, stumbled off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, i heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
We twist and pop henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from v-o-p and n-c-c-v
And send me up a hub to a state facilities
What could i do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets i seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if i was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how i'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, i'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show your heat
And don't flame it"
You playin life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and peed on
Chorus
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6. _ Never Goin' Back
[havoc]
Yo...
Ain't no hard time invented that havoc can't handle
If cats only knew all the shit i been through
Homicide, suicide, am i, losin my mind?
Just, standin my ground keep it bottled up inside
Practice what i preach dunn, ride for my loved ones
Asked about my life, no doubt had a tough one
Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse
Been asked god why he put me on this earth, yo
Not for nuttin dunn, i want it all - can you blame me?
Niggaz just be settlin for crumbs
How dumb, how come, with no outcome?
Ten years later niggaz still in the slums
Strung off the next shit, dyin for they next shit
Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace
And how about that, niggaz too grown for that
I'm holdin it down, now where your head at? yo
Chorus: mobb deep (repeat 2x)
I ain't goin back, i ain't lookin back
I'm movin ahead, now how about that?
Hell no black, i'm where the paper at
Long as i don't forget where i came from
[prodigy]
We do it the mobb way - leave em lookin like a strawberry
My outlook on life is quite very - positive
I'm a content fella
Until you tamper with my plans to go on further
Fuck the hassle, it ain't worth my energy unless i must
If you insist, i'll be more than glad til his beef marriage
Me and you til death do us
Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips
That's my shit, do it like the old timers
I use a wide holster, it's more discrete while i'm post up
Or in motion, most niggaz be floatin
Don't even make eye contact, walkin
Dunn, pay attention that's how niggaz die sooner
Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper
Watch my niggaz we'll jump when you least thought
We came from the streets up, now we put g's up, so
Chorus
[havoc]
Yo, had time to think when just on the brink of death
At my front door me receivin slugs?
Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go
And knows, their plot i hope they ass die slow
How though no dough, please don't show
Like my man twist said don't even see me when i blow
Got, issue with my foes best believe i'ma solve em
And laugh at your petty-ass problems
[prodigy]
Out the slums of queens, came a bunch of young gun niggaz
The infamous mobb deep
With dreams, of one day makin it big
With they live nigga rap music, hard liquor swigs
Dirty timbs, thirsty grins
Smile all up in your face then i break your chin
Went platinum, now them niggaz writin scripts
Murda muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like..
Chorus
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7. _ G.o.d. Pt. Iii (remix)
Yeah, yeah, g.o.d.
[havoc]
Lime bacardi(no doubt) heavely bent peep my mission
Have the chicks trippin the eddie bauer expedition
Uptown hit the pet shop
Hit the tele crown plaza, proceed to wreck shop
Had the shorties starvin, gotti finessed the dutchie
Unraveled the leaf, heave the gut like a phillie
Now we politicin, layin g while they listenin
Its a mobb thang, aint no time for intermission son
Im thru wit mines play my part where i fit
Schemes of gettin rich never eat where i shit
Whats the drilly really, wanna be thugs constantly kill me
Never had my phd, im just being me
Speakin in general, where beef i gotta settle now
You know the clik, never had to switch files
Bent off the st.ides chase you down wit cristals
Count this muddy collect loot from loud
Then i bow, forever in this the war crowd
Bless all my sons that hold me down
Keep it real wit me i keep it real wit you
Keep it in the fam, and got our eyes on you
Chorus
Its the g.o.d. father part 3,
Q-b-c sip lime bacardi
Heavy on the wrist cube link my ice ring
Drama we bring yo thats a small thing
[prodigy]
Infamous entaprisez, surprise kid
Get up on that ass like a virus
Live in the flesh its the freshest flyest connaivenest
Violatin niggas you dont wanna fuck wit
Im stuck wit my peoples and they stuck wit me
Anybody in my crew would get bucked for me
And i damned sure will take a slug for thee
We rep the q-b-c fromn the n-y-c
Let me show you how this rap shit is supposed to be
Most of yall rhyme niggas just disgust me
Nigga p thugly eruptly fuck thee, comin wit nuff g
You and sp fuck that regulate my way thru black
Move the crowd even like this or even wit that
I kick thug raps, for my niggas in pants
Rocked the same gear for years guzzilin beers
Yo son, i hear alot a niggas call theyself infamous
Lets sit back and take a look at this, respect this
We be the most infamous livin reckless
We'll undress kids , come on pop the necklace
To go against my mobb would be senseless
You must gotta deathwish
You simp kid you really in this my nigga face bent
But still carrying gats goin for his
What the deal....you know the drill
Chorus/outro(singing)
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8. _ Feel My Gat Blow
(aight, cool, *inhales* take a seat dunn)
(uh, huh, word up uh huh uh huh)
(step aside uh huh uh huh, fuckin bitches uh huh uh huh)
Chorus [havoc]
There that go, feel my gat blow (4x)
[prodigy]
Rocket takes form, songs bring down the forum
Sedate niggas and relate towards em
Tech's/text marvel, infamous cuttin sole parcel
Ship a box to your local ragaposatory
Mind twirler, my disc course'll throw a nigga further
Off balance, expose your true colors
You ain't thugged out, i damn near fell out
Hearin y'all niggas run at the mouth
[havoc]
Yo, runnin at the mouth, no-no
Put it back in replay, slow-mo, rollin for dolo
Crash shit like a 9-8 brand new whip
Flash shit like dice from diamond district
Cock biscuits, live and dangerous, the risk shit
Son ya heard, are you listening?
Then stop bitchin, cuz the gun pay, put me down get made
Get bent as hell, talk shit get laid
Chorus
[prodigy]
There that go, two weeks
Either wit your dick or wit the fifth
I spit flames at him quicker than i forgive
Put your life on it, mobb niggas holdin shit
Down for the cause, respect the i-m-d, or take a l
Respect my qb rep, and not yours yo
Move them niggas aside and take force dunn
You can't hold us, security can't control us
Comin out the venue toe up, what
[havoc]
Bone your chick, push whips, invest shit
If i wreck shit, cop the next shit then make a right on red
Handle business, do shit confuse the feds
Never lose my head, push your wig instead
Rapper noyd at my side so that set your bed
Fuck it, i'm shiesty yo there's kids to be fed
Little dunn-dunn's got me goin hard for the lump sum
Bite the hand that feed you and i let you know how we do
Chorus until fade
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9. _ Back At You
[havoc]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Stainless steel gats
Never rust big till bust you could touch
Blessed wit the real side of life
Just enough
You couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic
Layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception
Maced your interference souped your upperbody section
I travel like a 2-2 bullet
Throughout your body, repped to the fullest
Queensbridge representin,
Representin the hollow tip crew
Blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit i follow through
Once the kite is sent
I might get bent, but still planted
No second thoughts, cuz my conscience is demandin
For the bloodshed(bloodshed) i leave that mug red(mug red)
I'm like cancer cant catch me cuz i done spread(done spread)
Gone now dead, enough said from the scene i fled
Wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
What the fuck you sick i'll be right back
Wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era
Your shortie set you up you betta dead-her
Hunger for the cheddar big ends and better
Armeretto sours alcohol consumption
Why you runnin we thumpin
Do to the fact the infamous is bumpin
Ice real son you frontin
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It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
What the fuck you sick, i'll be right back
Prodigy
Right back to the fact that
Here take that, right back at you
Were goin at to
Already ran through
Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after
The fourty-fifth will make your clothes damper
Put in the hamper
The fabulous infamous is movin stainless
Crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin
Live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then
What the fuck you said? i be right back real maxin
Blastin, terrin up your fila fashion
Give him what he askin feelin aint know what happened
Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
Spread team across plannin, expansion
Slap a nigga opened handly style something foul
For tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile
I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays
14 years old, shorty from round way
Brick ass cold, still puffin night to day
But why did my life have to be this way
I rock velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits
My loot give recoup razors in my suit
Incase you try to troop me to the island
I known for start whylin
Back in new york, my shortie's got the cash pilin
Peep this on some knowns and teef shit
So much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit
Lift you up off your feet like ski lift
For packin big fifth
Niggas who riff but nigga you riff
Then im on the next life gettin bent in the clouds
On my way down souh for international crowds
Chorus
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10. _ Shook Ones Pt. 1
(prodigy):
The most violent of the violent-lest crimes we give life to
If these queensbridge kids don't like you
We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies
Your first time would be your last earth memories
It's only your own fault
I gave you fair warning..beware..
Of killa kids who don't care
Unaware fools who be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery
Hop on the words and rhyme
In nineteeth hundred and ninety square
All shook niggaz is supposed to have fear
Trying to get a piece of this pie we don't share
Prepare for the worst cuz i been there
Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a straight line don't work
So niggaz is forced to do dirt
And god made ....
So this jerk wouldn't hurt
If i listen to the lessons and the rules i learnt
On the streets for nineteenth years
And not leaving
My first priority is to reach twenty one breathing
Forever beef
Nobody would ever be even
So i grab the heat before breathing
Lost in this foul mind state
I can't keep straight thinking
But i keep my eyes on the earth without blinking
It's hard to be a man in this land of the venom
Any man try to front
He get slugs in him
Because..
(chorus / prodigy):
He ain't a crook son..son, he just shook one..shook one...
We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds..earn funds...
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...
(havoc):
For every rhyme i write
Is 25 to life
To all my peoples in the bridge
Know what i'm talking 'bout, right
Ain't no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no relation
Cuz queens niggas don't play
I don't got time for the he say, she say
I'm bigga than dat
Claiming that you packing gats
But you scared to get locked
Once you get upon the island
Change your ways and stop
Thirteen years in the projects, my hard times of living
Wake up in the morning
Thank god i'm still living
Sometimes i wonder, do i deserve to live?
Or i am going to hell for all the shit i did
No time to dwell on that
Cuz my brain reacts
Front if you want nigga
Lay on ya back
I don't fake jax
Kid, you know i bring it to ya live
Stay in a child's place, kid you outta line
Criminal mind thirsty for recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping e&j like got my mind flipping
I'm buggin diggin ..... over hustling
Get that loot kid
You know my motherfucking function
Cause as long as i'm alive
I'ma live illegal
And once i get it
I'ma put it on my people
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Like macs i hit...
Your dome up
When i roll up, don't get caught sleepin'
'cause i'm creepin' ...
...you just a shook one
(chorus / prodigy):
We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...
We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones..shook ones...
He ain't a crook son..crook son, he just a shook one..shook one...
Yeah...
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11. _ Deadly Zone
[bounty killer]
I saw these fools tryin to get around, tryin to let me down
And all dat, ha but i got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these guns of navarrone, i shall shoot dem like al capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat well
*begins chanting and rhyming*
[prodigy]
Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, i had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes
Wrong nigga for threats, lone nigga wit long chrome
And we can dance till one of us drop
You score points fallin wit good formation
I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn
The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun
To the floor, actin like you goin to war
Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
That be the ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin hard
But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night
And you can't come outside without fear
Am i in your thoughts often? while you be walkin?
Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass
*bounty killer rhymes and chants*
[big noyd]
M-o-b-b dunn, let's get it on dunn
Wit bounty killer, yo it's like this dunn
Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit
Squeeze off, let em know how real this is
M-o-b-b, d-double-e-p wit bounty killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
>from q-u-double-e-n-s, my bomb borough, till the day of my death
Whether in shit i been in, runnin down the block
Sprayin shots wit the lindon, listen
We all been through ac-tion, you know the last me blastin
The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the jake nor the snakes gon' stop it
You know the mobb lettin off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin pop but the shells, these ain't words from hell
These are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga for real nigga
[havoc]
Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack
The actual, that brand new six that you couldn't seem to whip
Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit
While you layin bloodied up in the six
Flee the frontline, dismantle gap and bounce
Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out
Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet
You runnin the streets, you don't want no problems wit us
Everyday is like fourth of july to us
Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch
Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched
Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched
Full fledge, like ra let em know the ledge
While you slippin off edge, your shorty's givin me head
Cockin em legs like guns when i'm cockin to spray
Poppin your way, sendin shit that's hot your way
*bounty killer rhymes and chants*
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12. _ Street Life
Nyc, word up
Verse 1: prodigy, a.c.d.
M-o-b-b d-e-e-p, a.c.d. burn sometin
Let's get lifted, queens is you wit me
Niggas' shifty, i turn around, a kid tried to hit me
I back him down wit the 50-50
It had to been the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me
The first five hundred bitches free
He kid with the god jewel and let all my gods come thru
Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And fucked too, shit on me? well then, fuck you
Gone wit your high class ass if you want to
Outta state you be suckin me off and breakin off
Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft
My mobb got in lock wit masterlock, het getcha locks picked
Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove shit
Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumpded
Crank, we in the bathroom thumpin
To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers
Big money spenders and the ebineezer scroogers
Thugs holdin fort wit the sixteen shot rugers
The cream that i redeem will bring a lex and landcruiser
Dominant chapter, assassinin' the obsolete
And my mobb comes deep to put the wind beneath your feet
My heart's harder than concrete, and nervous streets
Be walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats
I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within
Dear lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins
My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra friends
One love to my thugs up north in the pens
Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage
Nemesis renegade, breakin down barricades
These days are gettin rough, 'nother brother handcuffed
Fallen victim to the gameis like style's corrupt
Chorus:
My crime niggas livin - street life
Them queen niggas livin - street life
My drug niggas livin - street life
My street niggas livin - street life
You thug niggas livin - street life
Nyc livin - street life
My mobb niggas livin - street life
What?
Verse 2: havoc, a.c.d.
For every rhyme i write, reality bites
My clique keeps shit rolled too tight
Regulate and know the rule
I gets some insight plus info, do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass like goin raw with nymphos
So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest
Or get your teflon put to the motherfuckin test
State pen put on points, son you know
Stay on the low, got the back, oh-no-no
When i'm on a dough blow, got ta guard you now
Kid, you wanna get foul, so now i gotta put that ass back on profile
Change your character, you ain't got stamina
Nigga get that dough, i ain't mad at'cha
The infamous handle business, gonna make mines
Forever, son, kid you heard it thru the grapevine
To my royal thug commitees and outlaws that live the life of frank nitty
The big city mobster, the c-to-d ???? has made the
God unholy, skies forever watch me
The prophecy, another chapter, there's no stoppin me
Propagation, my life story is far from fiction
Cos at one time, the .44 bullets took the world, bring sparks and friction
I anaylse this 'erb so i roll with trife characters
The hardest for the world to cap, and shiner like a
Full carat diamond with perfect designin
Philly's and 9 mili's and coupe de villey's forever reclinin
To the shoot, physicals in this paradox
The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts
Until then i be a trife individual, dwellin in these days
Scorch from the deeez plus the sun's rays
Dead president dreams and million dollar schemes
Killer queens, the land of cream fiends
A.c.d. the world terrorist
Stainless rugers for the intruders and my cipher's infamous
Thru new york and worldwide, we penetrate your inside
*?diamond did?* drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven's ride
Chorus:
A.c.d. livin - street life
My ice niggas livin - street life
Them jewel rockin niggas livin - street life
Them crack niggas livin - street life
Them coke-sellin niggas livin - street life
Word, nyc livin - street life
My man l.e.s. livin - street life
The whole queensbridge livin - street life
Word up son, we're livin - street life
Knowi'msayin? word up, a.c.d., mobb deep in the motherfuckin....
Yo yo, uhhh
Hold me down, son (no doubt, son)
Back em down, son (i got'cha back, son)
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13. _ In The Long Run
* (bonus track on cd-rom)
(chorus / havoc):
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns
Let's start the warfare....
(ty nitty):
Yo ty nitty, airforce one's call up my duns
Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns
Caught a body on the run
You don't want none, lump some
Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt
Proceed,where that weed indeed
Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed
(havoc):
My whole mission, like a platoon take position
Ain't goin in if my clique can't get in
That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time
Get that loot up, no doubt i bail mines
Easy access
Shorty straight up hit the mattress
Have you role playin just like a actress
My tactics leavin niggas stuck doin back flips
I black out
Take it to the gats
Fuck this rap shit
Let my niggas shine
Rate my rhymes like a dime
Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas
(prodigy):
Yo,
Who's the one to be made into example
Nigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time
What! (gunshots)
My mobb'll get on top ya, topple ya
Like a fall guy you fell down clown
Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)
Ten years later still hold a firm ground
Nigga p thugly
Enter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gun
What up g?
I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?
Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap
You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gats
Got juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimp
Let's rap a taste
You get your little head pinched off
Brooklyn touched you, then left you for queens to finish off
Fuck a ----- keith murray and his whole clique
Yea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit
Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses
Little to your knowledge
You almost got shot but that's aiight though
I'm a catch ya ass again
You fuckin immigrant ------ for two cent
My mobb runnin shit you fuckin carlton ave coward
The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers
(chorus / havoc):
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns
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