[Havoc] It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey Im so on the low itd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface If not chips to Benz is the purpose On your team Ill pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin Niggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat Beef? Nigga overcook that meat Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink My life story was written in blood, permanent ink Killer instinct, R.I.P. em Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin em Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin em Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin em (So) Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh) We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show? Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle And in the blink watch how quick life pass you [Chorus - Vita] 2x Whats wrong with motherfuckers, When will the ever learn Keep playin with that fire, And that ass is gettin burned Fuckin with semi-autos, One foot is in the grave We givin all of yall, Somethin to be afraid of [Big Noyd] Lemme tell you how its goin down, its on now Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now Im that same nigga with the tech, holdin the spot down Except Im pushin a Lex, lettin the top down But wait, you dont think I live a pop life now Thats hate, you could get popped right now Me dont play, I keep a gun around my way Cuz Im a fuckin drama king like my nigga Kayslay Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day Its rules, guidlines, and codes, we obey Dont even trip, IMD its that I claim Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang Nigga dont think shit stink, then shit hit the fans So I dont slip, Ima shit with my gun in my hand Its a thug thing yall niggas wouldnt understand and Yall keep guns we keep our shit bangin [Chorus] [Prodigy] You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you killt All they had was your picture at the funeral No casket, you bas-tards be missin My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin My guns be the heat thatll make you blister My mens, my Timbsll stomp you niggas No shit, no clip, dont FUCK with us Its no problem, I bring it to the best of them From the old to the new, and the rest of them No love, just slugs for ya body dunn Just pain, just sufferin, and worst then that You let me get my hands on you so Im takin advantage And that shit that you pulled aint do me no damage You dont know me, but we bout to change that shit Wrap that nigga up like a package Fuck all them nigga, buck all them faggots [Chorus] 2x [Vita talking] Yeah, QB (Yeah) Mobb Deep, dola Its goin down, were takin over Vita, gettin this dough We dont call it Murder for nothin (Murda!) (Murda, Murda!) Ill send you on Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc Yeah, yall see us It aint a game..Yeah Oh..Come on..Yeah..You see us
Artist: Mobb Deep
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