Mobb Deep
Drop a Gem on Em
sick and tired
of you fake punks
need to retire
they got you gassed
take it back to smack fire
out your maggot ass
havoc represent for the QBC
smoke that ass like loosey
though i need to quit
fuck it i love it like a cloud
over the projects
your game im above of this
combat
gats, bangers and all that
yous a small cat
whatever you on get off that
i mentioned
nothing but the real shit presentin
the hollow tip crew
forty first side convention
trifle you half steppin
like a fresh tec out of the box
yo niggas are testin
thats no question
bitch ass have you confessin
like a dt left in a state of depression
you under pressure intact
no doubt petro
the shit snatcher shook up with asthma
you casper
you yell my name
thats only givin me props
plus the fans that you got wonderin
whats got you hot
add a lyric here
got raped on the island
you officially rocked
kick that thug shit
vibe magazine on some love shit
yo keep it real
you dont know who youre fuckin with
yeah likewise
tired of rap guys whos faggots
appearance shut eyes
and swole up your whole outside
i baptize
niggas get wet hit up your backside
your claptized
its set straight put on your head straight
watch out for these upstate cats
be leery of the yeddy niggas with gats
with the wall on their backs
Rikers Island flashbacks
of the house you got scuffed in
you would think that gettin your head shots enough
but then now you wanna call my team
musta been drunk when you wrote that shit
too bad you had to did it to your own self
my rebellion retaliate
I had the whole New York state
aimin at your face
at the gate, bottom line off top
soon as you came through shots flew
dont even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strongarm niggas
ready to rock and shit
clocks tick
your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious
suspect niggas is bitches
get chopped up
grade A meat son delicious
and laced back up two gs
worth of stitches
to reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
my mobbs like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
with bangers the size of african spears
its warfare in the arena
turn arenas into house of horrors
its terrordome when you see my clique
you need to run behind shit
you got a gat you better find it
and use that shit
think fast and get reminded of robberies
in Manhattan
you know what happened
60 g's worth of gunclappin
who shot ya
you probably screamed louder than a opera
New York got ya
now you wanna use my mobb as a crutch
what you think you cant get bucked again
once again
back in the house once again
the Mobb way
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