Mobb Deep cool G Rap M O.P.].(Mobb
Deep) Shit
is real on the muthafucking hill God Times
is hard visons blurred kid I can't see far Thinking
will I be the next nigga deceased Over
some bullshit beef I pack heat Son
it's '96 and I ain't going out like that Never
roll a dollo 'cause my crew got my back And
it's a fact niggas don't know how to act Till
I cop back react leave 'em laying on they back Sometime
I try to maintain and chill Stop
my brain from thinking restrain, from grabbing my steal I'm
stressed out trying, to live right on the wrong route Thinking
of ways to get loot in large amounts So
I chill on the block nigga, respect mines A
?giver wit the nets and? the muthafucking tech nines So
pack steel if you come through front, if you want to Before
you do so, let me warn you We
more infamous crime, shit take, it to the gat Fuck
the rhyme shit you, reminded of what the nine did Remanded
QBC, then, left stranded We
cock cannons punishing, and back handing Chorus(2x)
(M
O.P).In
order to survive the game Know
the game Hold
your name And
let them niggas know The
way to win the war Attend
the war End
the war And
let your hammer go (Kool
G Rap). Yo
I'll, leave your whole body twisted when you get lifted And
police'll have to fist rumblistics on a bisket another, statistic I
try to chill but you insisted coming all in my district I
don't know why the fuck you risk it I
be more deep walking, the streets packing, the heat Bring
the cowmeat you'll, lifted off your feet and leave you sleeping on
the
concrete Get
blown at home or whatever is on your bone Get
to flown to your dome blow, chromosones out your flesh and bones Hitman
for hire who's, the next one to expire Shoot
it up in black attire hit, you wit the rapid fire The
stainless bisket will leave your brain smoking Your
whole frame broken and clothes soaken head, blown the fuck open Try
to step inside of fort and get caught Wit
the trey pound shorter left on the sidewalks of New York The
decompose blood, flows are holes in your clothes eyes, closed Body
be frozed posing, for pictures with a rose Head
to your toes look, like you got wetted with a hose The
road you choose got your brain drain through your nose nigga, So
who be committing crimes dangerous, minds put, two to your spine Lay
you behind enemy lines When
we cross it and leave you like a broken faucet The
underworld production family can reinforce it (Mobb
Deep) Yo
when, shit get real it, ain't what you expected Me
and kikos are known to get hectic Only
to wreck shit many, slugs in all directions Make
you see the light when my shot makes connections Niggas
get their face split in section Shooked
using, ice grilled looks for they protection We
?saw everything? you fear And
indulging in crime-filled atmosphere This
shit ain't nuttin' new it's, only things that we used to We
used to stick niggas on the F through to The
E train when, it's time to recruit I
humble on the D train see, my man D Don't, need to purchase my cocaine
Word
to my newborn seed A
nigga gotta make loot to support greed On
the wildside of the fence the, shit is on the verge of explosion It's
so cold you, might get frozen If
you leave yourself vulnerable and time lasping Fools
collasping and caught up in gun clapping No
matter who you are if you know many faces I
don't discriminate my, shot bleed all races And
coaches we, sorts like vultures Eating
your insides like ulcers and pour niggas closer nigga Chorus
[Featuring Mobb Deep cool G Rap M O.P.].(Mobb Deep) Shit is real on the muthafucking hill God Times is hard visons blurred kid I can't see far Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased Over some bullshit beef I pack heat Son it's '96 and I ain't going out like that Never roll a dollo 'cause my crew got my back And it's a fact niggas don't know how to act Till I cop back react leave 'em laying on they back Sometime I try to maintain and chill Stop my brain from thinking restrain, from grabbing my steal I'm stressed out trying, to live right on the wrong route Thinking of ways to get loot in large amounts So I chill on the block nigga, respect mines A ?giver wit the nets and? the muthafucking tech nines So pack steel if you come through front, if you want to Before you do so, let me warn you We more infamous crime, shit take, it to the gat Fuck the rhyme shit you, reminded of what the nine did Remanded QBC, then, left stranded We cock cannons punishing, and back handing Chorus(2x) (M O.P).In order to survive the game Know the game Hold your name And let them niggas know The way to win the war Attend the war End the war And let your hammer go (Kool G Rap). Yo I'll, leave your whole body twisted when you get lifted And police'll have to fist rumblistics on a bisket another, statistic I try to chill but you insisted coming all in my district I don't know why the fuck you risk it I be more deep walking, the streets packing, the heat Bring the cowmeat you'll, lifted off your feet and leave you sleeping on the concrete Get blown at home or whatever is on your bone Get to flown to your dome blow, chromosones out your flesh and bones Hitman for hire who's, the next one to expire Shoot it up in black attire hit, you wit the rapid fire The stainless bisket will leave your brain smoking Your whole frame broken and clothes soaken head, blown the fuck open Try to step inside of fort and get caught Wit the trey pound shorter left on the sidewalks of New York The decompose blood, flows are holes in your clothes eyes, closed Body be frozed posing, for pictures with a rose Head to your toes look, like you got wetted with a hose The road you choose got your brain drain through your nose nigga, So who be committing crimes dangerous, minds put, two to your spine Lay you behind enemy lines When we cross it and leave you like a broken faucet The underworld production family can reinforce it (Mobb Deep) Yo when, shit get real it, ain't what you expected Me and kikos are known to get hectic Only to wreck shit many, slugs in all directions Make you see the light when my shot makes connections Niggas get their face split in section Shooked using, ice grilled looks for they protection We ?saw everything? you fear And indulging in crime-filled atmosphere This shit ain't nuttin' new it's, only things that we used to We used to stick niggas on the F through to The E train when, it's time to recruit I humble on the D train see, my man D Don't, need to purchase my cocaine Word to my newborn seed A nigga gotta make loot to support greed On the wildside of the fence the, shit is on the verge of explosion It's so cold you, might get frozen If you leave yourself vulnerable and time lasping Fools collasping and caught up in gun clapping No matter who you are if you know many faces I don't discriminate my, shot bleed all races And coaches we, sorts like vultures Eating your insides like ulcers and pour niggas closer nigga Chorus Explain Request ×
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