I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the Quiet Storm nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him
but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight
get right
Fuck your life
Hop on my 98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin
I'll make your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action
to any ass if he askin
Now here come the Mack 10
Yous a dick blower
tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though
It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb phonics Infamous bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder
We live this shit
Cause it's the real shit
Shit to make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum
The raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Cause it's the real shit
Shit to make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum
The raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Yo the P rock 40 inch cables
Drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick
My piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame duke
A nigga like me hold tecs
Are you the same too
Goin through the emotions of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee he still livin
even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All yall brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin coke gettin right
wastin my life
now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business
Do things for the kids
Build a jungle gym behind the crib
so they can enjoy youth
CBRs and VCRs
ATVs and big screen TVs
Nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this
You get your shit beat in
For real
Cause it's the real shit
Shit to make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum
The raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Cause it's the real shit
Shit to make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum
The raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It go one, two, three to the four
That nigga P Double got that shit for yall
peoples to rock to stirrin up pots of brew
In Hell's Kitchen I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the Unified States
Sit down and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy
move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope duke
Infamous first infantry
first division fourth mission
First assignment give em that shit they been missin
My new edition's way bitchin
Those that listen
Get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease
Generic raps just not potent like P's
One thousand one hundred ccs on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone
I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses
with thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the streets
Get respect and love all across the board
We've been adored for keepin it raw
Nothin less or more
I score everytime for sure
while the rest of yall niggaz just kneel
to the real
the Mobb way
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