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Mobb Deep - Drop a Gem On Em

It′s the infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pulls gats
like a basehead pulls on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em..

Verse One: Havoc

Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire
they gotcha gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha
maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C
smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit
fuck it, I love it like a cloud
over the projects your game Im above it
its combat, gats bangers and all that
you′se a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nuthin but the real shit presentin
the hollow tip crew 41st side convention
try for? you half-steppin
like a fresh tec out of the box
yo niggas I′m testin
(There′s no question)
bitch ass have you confessin
like a D-T left in state of depression
you under pressure, intact no doubt catcher
the snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma
you casper, you yell my name
thats only givin me props
plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot
its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked
got raped on the Island, you officially got
kick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit
(keep it real kid, you don′t know who you fuckin wit)

Chorus: repeat 2X

It′s the Infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em

Verse Two: Prodigy

Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots
pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
your claptized and set straight, put on your head straight
watch out for,
these upstate cats be leary of you
yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs
Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in
you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team,
you must of been drunk when you wrote that shit
too bad you had to did it to your own self
my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
aimin at your face
at the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came through
shot through, don′t even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit
clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches
get chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
and laced back up, 2 G′s, one for stitches
then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
my Mobb′s like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
wit bangers the size of African spears
it′s warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit
you gotta gat you betta find it
and use that shit think fast and get reminded
of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened
60 g′s and one for gun clappin
Who Shot Ya? You′d probably scream louder than an opera
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
what makes you think you cant get bucked again
Once again, back in the house once again
live the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 07:59:32

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt Ii

Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background

(intro)

Word up son, word

Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas

(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin, keep your eyes open)

For real niggas who aint got no feelings

(keep your eyes open)

(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)

(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)

Check it out now

(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out its a murda)

[prodigy]

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous

You heard of us

Official queensbridge murderers

The mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware

Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share

For all of those who wanna profile and pose

Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nosebone

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin

And keep them shook crews runnin

Like they supposed to

They come around but they never come close to

I can see it inside your face

Youre in the wrong place

Cowards like you just get theyre whole body laced up

With bullet holes and such

Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched

You can put your whole army against my team and

I guarantee you itll be your very last time breathin

Your simple words just dont move me

Youre minor, were major

You all up in the game and dont deserve to be a player

Dont make me have to call your name out

Your crew is featherweight

My gunshotsll make you levitate

Im only nineteen but my mind is old

And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold

Another nigga deceased, another story gets told

It aint nothin really

Hey, yo dun spark the phillie

So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas

Why they still alive I dont know, go figure

Meanwhile back in queens the realness is foundation

If I die I couldnt choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation

Getting closer to God in a tight situation

Now, take these words home and think it through

Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:

Son, they shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death, scared to look

They shook

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death, scared to look

Livin the live that of diamonds and guns

Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds

Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones

He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one

[havoc]

For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life

Yo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my life

Aint no time for hesitation

That only leads to incarceration

You dont know me, theres no relation

Queensbridge niggas dont play

I dont got time for your petty thinking mind

Son, Im bigga than those claimin that you pack heat

But youre scared to hold

And when the smoke clears youll be left with one in your dome

13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You talk a good one but you dont want it

Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live

Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did

No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts

Front if you want kid, lay on your back

I dont fake that kid

Stay in a childs place, kid you out o line

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition

Im sippin e&j, got my mind flippin

Im buggin think Im how bizar to hold my hustlin

Get that loot kid, you know my function

Cause long as Im alive ima live illegal

And once I get on ima put on, on my people

React mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up

When I roll up, dont be caught sleepin

Cause Im creepin

Chorus:

Son, they shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

(hes just a shook one)

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

(we live the live that of diamonds)

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look

They shook...

cause aint no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

Livin the live that of diamonds and guns

Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds

But some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns

Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones

He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah

To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas

To real brothers who aint got no dealings

G-yeah, the whole bridge, queens get the money

41st side (hes just a shook one)

Keepin it real (you know)

Queens get the money...

(talk fades out)

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 07:59:31

Mobb Deep - Back at You

No doubt..

[Havoc]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Stainless steel gats - they never rust, fin′ to bust
You get touched, blessed with the real side of life
Just enough - you couldn′t fight it with your strongest mic
Laid down nigga eyes visualize bad perception
Major interference shoot your upper body section
I travel like a two-two bullet, throughout your body
Repped to the fullest, Queensbridge representin
Presentin.. the hollow tip crew
Loose lips sink ships, you talk shit I follow through
Once the kite is sent, I might get bent but still planted
No second thoughts, cause my conscience is demandin
for the bloodshed (bloodshed) I leave that mug red (mug red)
I′m like cancer can′t catch me cause I done spread (done spread)
Doorknob dead, enough said from the scene I fled
with the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
It′s like that, war, project niggaz strike back
It′s on - what the fuck you say? I′ll be right back
with the gat, and temper, end your motherfuckin era
Your shorty set you up you betta dead her
Hunger for the cheddar big Benz or better
Armeretto sours, alcohol consumption
While you - runnin we thumpin
Due to the fact +The Infamous+ is bumpin
Ice grill, son you frontin

Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 4X)

It′s like that, war, project niggaz strike back
It′s on - what the fuck you say? I′ll be right back

[Prodigy]
Welcome to the fact that, here take that
Right back at you, I′m goin at Duke, already ran through
Wasn′t hard to capture, what is it that your goin after?
(What is it what is it?) The forty-fifth′ll make your clothes damper
Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin stainless
Crimes heinous, to all my niggaz hold your bangers
Live in action, if you were dapped then relax then
The fuck you said? I′ll be right back with mac′s then
blastin, tearin up your Fila fashion
Give him what he ask an′ fill you in on what happened
Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
to spread team across planet, expand shit
Slap a nigga open handedly style, somethin foul
for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles
I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays
Fourteen years old, shorty from round way
Brick-ass cold, still pump from 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
case they try to troop me to the Island
I′m known for start whylin
Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash piled in
Peep this, dome we′ll blows on some nose and teeth shit
So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?
Lift you up off your feet like ski lift
Pull back the big fifth for niggaz who wiff
Them niggaz you with
Then I′m on the next light, gettin bent in the clouds
On my way down South for international crowds

(Word up, word up son, we gotta get this motherfuckin money kid
Knahmsayin? What up kid? Fuck that son..)

Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 4X)

It′s like that, war, project niggaz strike back
It′s on - what the fuck you said? I′ll be right back

{*ad libs to fade*}

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 07:59:31

Mobb Deep - 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

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 07:59:30

Mobb Deep - Burn

[Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I′m so on the low it′d take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I′ll 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
What′s 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 y′all,
Somethin to be afraid of

[Big Noyd]
Lemme tell you how it′s goin down, it′s on now
Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now
I′m that same nigga with the tech, holdin the spot down
Except I′m pushin a Lex, lettin the top down
But wait, you don′t think I live a pop life now
That′s hate, you could get popped right now
Me don′t play, I keep a gun around my way
Cuz I′m a fuckin drama king like my nigga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day
It′s rules, guidlines, and codes, we obey
Don′t even trip, IMD it′s that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang
Nigga don′t think shit stink, then shit hit the fans
So I don′t slip, I′ma shit with my gun in my hand
It′s a thug thing y′all niggas wouldn′t understand and
Y′all keep guns we keep our shit bangin

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill′t
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 that′ll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs′ll stomp you niggas
No shit, no clip, don′t FUCK with us
It′s 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 I′m takin advantage
And that shit that you pulled ain′t do me no damage
You don′t 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
It′s goin down, we′re takin over
Vita, gettin this dough
We don′t call it Murder for nothin (Murda!)
(Murda, Murda!)
I′ll send you on
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y′all see us
It ain′t a game..Yeah
Oh..Come on..Yeah..You see us

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 07:59:30

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt. 2

(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
React quick to lyrics
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

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 07:59:30

Mobb Deep - Dirty New Yorker

(Prodigy talking)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah...

[Prodigy]
Baby mama let′s roll, here we go, Cheerio, cereal
Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro′
And the gun go ring, hit ′em all in a row
AK-47, .40-glock, .44, let ′em know from the door
How it go, it′s not a joke, there′s gon′ be a homicide
I′ma ride, I′ma rep me a nigga up in the box
and send ′em to his folks, his bloods, his kin
The drama it don′t end, bust a gun
Bust a nigga′s face open with the hand
Tell ′em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
I don′t give a mothafuck, you niggas in the Ps
I′ma let the world see you, you′re a bitch, you′re a snitch
I′ma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over
Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
The windows on the crib, bullet proof them

(Chorus) Prodigy X2
You′re fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
You′re fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up

[Havoc]
Ay′ let′s go
Yeah, yeah I′m for the drama but I′m so laid back
A nigga get at me I′m gon′ get ′em right back
I will say that, my flows so crack
You could put ′em in redtops and bump that back
On the block or the corner, you slip you a goner
Your nose′s getting warmer, the Ds out for ya
Get money-money or take money-money
Always on my fly shit never catch the kid bummy
Shorty on my nuts like sweats
And it taste like metals and I swear I′m to protected
What do you expect, hoe niggas from let go
Me and him was cool, just a mothafucka suck a gold
Shit, Hav′ a professional, nigga kill the noise
You ain′t mothafucking techno
Boy I get several, things that severe you
Can′t see hell, come here here′s a better view

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 07:59:29

Mobb Deep - Survival of the Fittest

Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI′msayin?
That old real shit..

[Prodigy]
There′s a war goin on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can′t hide forever
from these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain′t no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It′s similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop′s control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I′m not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It′s like mixin vodka and milk
I′m goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I′m fallin and I can′t turn back
or maybe it′s the words from my man Killa Black
that I can′t say so it′s left a untold fact, until my death
My goal′s to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

Chorus: Mobb Deep

Yo, yo
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
(we livin this til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(survival of the fit only the strong..)

[Havoc]
I′m trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y′know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I′ll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks
No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system
Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who′s your true peoples when you′re upstate bleedin
You can′t find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it′s difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain′t wit that trickin shit
I′m like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip
Pushin a Lex, now I′m set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I′m stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt
My crew′s all about loot
Fuck lookin cute, I′m strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L′s, laid back, enjoyin the smell
In the Bridge gettin down it ain′t hard to tell
You better realize

Chorus: Mobb Deep

We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
(the strong survive)

[Prodigy]
Look in the eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ninety-five, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that..

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 07:59:29