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The Infamous
by Mobb Deep
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3.6000
The Infamous Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
- [Intro:]
- YouknowwhatI'msayin'? I wanna say what's up to my man, Louie you know he's
- still here. Drop this one for you you know. For those that only know. 41st
- side (word up yo this beat is ill).
- [Havoc:]
- I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G.
- When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm swayze
- You must be crazy kid
- Man I never did forever wildin' that's how we live up in the Bridge
- You just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a big
- 25 naw kid you gettin' life
- Forever burnin' in hell niggas is trife
- It's the, semi auto you can bring it on yo
- I'm pullin' out strippin' niggas just like a porno flick
- I'm sick the Mobb rolls thick
- Cross paths with my clique and get vic
- I'm on some bullshit that's how I was raised G
- Slept ? stage have you slippin' down blazin'
- In pools of alcohol walk before you crawl
- I'm in this to win this you gonna take a fall
- Infamous Queensbridge kid we on the scene kid
- Creepin' for those that's caught sleepin'
- Don't ever do that I run with two macs
- And plus my crew back my every move
- I choose givin' crews the blues
- I'm open off the Damey
- Obey me or get sprayed with the street sweeper
- Cause I'm my brothers keeper
- The Grim Reaper holdin' with nothin' but big batters
- And big ?hedence?
- Blow ya three times leave a mark like Adidas
- Jig you I know how to fix you
- Pretty boy frontin' hard is the issue
- Word to my unborn you get scolded
- Old and molded when I get bent you get folded
- Every rhyme is the truth that I must get cross
- Put your right on your back take it to the source
- No doubt I'm stuck and I can't get out
- Of this lifestyle the 41st side get bent run wild
- The 41st side too you know how we do
- Violate motherfucker I'm a see you, with the linden
- It's the start of your endin' settin' it again and again
- [talking:]
- Yeah kid, big time boy. 12th street representin' it. A big shout out to my
- man. Tear Gas, Think, Nate whole crew kid.
- You knowhatI'msayin'? I'm sayin' couso. Richie Fraud known to leave ya
- scarred. Big shoot out to my man Heavy L. Big Palms representin'.
- [Prodigy:]
- Yo it's the P. E. double push a Lex bubble in the winter
- You can't come alone only the hoes can enter
- Told him to meet me at six on the hill at the center
- Took her to the west way and bent her right over
- Stay intoxicated never sober
- Face it, violate and get laced while you wastin'
- Slugs you ain't buckin' nothin'
- You better off buckin' yourself you need to stop frontin'
- I use to drive an Ac and kept a mac in the engine
- Little painted it black with crack sales intentions
- To blow up the whole projects the Infamous
- Our sons will grow up to be murderers and terrorists
- It's the nigga in me accompanied by the Coniac
- You can ask around don't fuck with the Mobb
- I could of told you that where you been at?
- You must of cut class
- If it ain't me another member of my crew will kick your ass
- (what what?) Who do damage to limbs
- In '91 stompin' you out with black Tims
- Prodigy and the H.A.V.O.C. from the Q.B.C.
- Puttin' cowards where they're suppose to be
- If I don't know your face then don't come close to me
- I got too much beef for that
- Drama in the 3rd degree
- And to the kids you don't wanna be me
- I'm up in the mix of action when niggas wanna kill me
- But it's the start of they endin' my man's lendin'
- Me his linden 42 shots dependin'
- On wheather or not the clip is full to the top
- We bustin' caps non stop
- Blazin' in all the shows and even at the hoes
- [Outro:]
- Naw naw chill son chill
- And it's the start of your ending
- Yeah yeah it's the start of niggas endin' youknowhatI'msayin?
- And it's the start of your ending
- All y'all weak ass crews that got drama with mines you knowhatI'msayin'
- it's the start of your ending
- And it's the motherfuckin' start of the ending
- You know who you fuckin' iwth (yeah yeah nigga) you know what will happen
- (recognize and realize) 41st side get bent run wild. 41st side get bent run
- wild. Word up youknowhatI'msayin'?
- 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..
- (feat. Nas, Raekwon)
- [Chorus:]
- As time goes by, an eye for an eye
- We in this together son your beef is mines
- So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
- We in this together son your beef is mines
- [Chorus]
- [Verse One: Prodigy]
- Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
- KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like this
- Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
- Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
- for the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range Rover
- All jewelled like Liberace
- You watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me
- But I'll be on the low sippin Asti Spumante
- Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
- Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep
- Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah
- but keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure
- If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
- The world is ours and your team's inferior
- You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
- Kidnap your children make the situation scarier
- Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
- I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
- I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
- Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
- Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
- Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
- through the butter soft leather upholestry
- But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me
- [Verse Two: Havoc]
- Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
- Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
- Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
- Sling do my thing organize fiend servants
- Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal
- So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real
- cuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
- Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi
- Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
- dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
- Get your life lost never found again my friend
- Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
- On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches
- Your last restin place'll be a ditch kid
- No one can stop me try your style's sloppy
- Want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
- My theme is all about making the green
- Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably
- [Chorus]
- [Verse Three: Nas]
- A drug dealer's dream
- Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
- Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
- Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
- Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
- Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
- Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
- New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
- Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
- Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
- Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
- I got hoes that used to milk you
- Niggaz who could've killed you
- Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
- Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
- Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin
- [Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef]
- Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
- they swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's
- playin corners glancin all up in your cornea
- Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya
- But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right
- It's only right, feelin higher than an airplane right
- Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
- Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go
- Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
- Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun
- But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
- Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill
- [Chorus 2X]
- [Outro: Raekwon]
- Uhhh
- Lay back
- Word up, just bless em
- with the bulletproof
- Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
- for your nation
- Yeah
- [Havoc]
- Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
- I'm going to court for three cases in three places
- One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn
- The way things is looking I'ma see central bookings
- Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad time
- After reconcurrence for assault 2-9
- I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain
- Can lead to a motherfuckin suicide thang
- And plus my probation, a ill violation
- How the fuck did I get in this tight situation?
- I'm going all out you know moves I never fake
- And fuck the jake, they can catch me at my wake
- And if I did burn a bag of blade
- Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care
- [Prodigy]
- Son I got plans, power movements, get on some rude shit
- I keep livin like this, I might lose it
- My man is coming home from doing long ass bids
- What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids
- It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinkin long range
- And see their names in the Daily News third page
- They sent a kite to my nigga Killa
- It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer
- A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin
- Reclined, and still came home with a shine
- Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash
- I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
- the fool retaliated so I had to think fast
- pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
- Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
- I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
- they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
- I'll do mine kid stay outta my way".
- It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
- can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
- po po comes around and tries to relocate me
- lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause
- havin' cash is highly addictive
- especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
- I thought step back look at my life as a whole
- Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
- I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
- I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
- yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope
- With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.
- Yo it's the r - a double p
- e - r, n - o - y - d
- Niggas can't fuck with me
- comin' straight outta QB
- pushin' an Infiniti
- you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
- Definitely, to the death of me
- come and test me
- trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
- so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you
- my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
- I'm born wit' it
- I'm gettin' on wit' it
- an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
- 'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
- a lyrical destructor
- don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
- you know my flow, you know my stilo
- even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
- Jump out my hooptie
- pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
- in case my PO try to troop me to the island
- and if I start wildin'
- flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
- but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see
- back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
- know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
- won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.
- Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
- Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
- the streets is real can't roll without steel
- I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
- do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
- brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son
- it's all about robbin'
- so don't be alarmed
- when we come through, 'cause we supposed to
- if you opposed to
- get your face blown dude, off the map
- cause I react, attack
- a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
- drug dealin'
- I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
- Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
- Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
- Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
- Step to his business 'cause it's only right
- po po ain't around so I grab my pound
- Money retaliated so I hit the ground
- my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
- can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
- That ain't even from my town
- hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
- and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens
- I stop firin'
- He cut ass like a diamond
- Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief
- stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
- call my son, "yo son we got beef
- but no question
- Money had a problem so I solved him".
- I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
- thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
- there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
- gimme yours and get laid
- give up the goods and get sprayed.
- I got lots of love, for my crew that is
- no love for them other crews and rival kids
- all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
- and if they don't they need to buy a watch
- word up
- caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
- while I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
- on a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
- you tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
- first of all slow down, you on the wrong route
- let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
- the street life ain't nuttin' to play with
- no jokes no games kid
- for years I been doin' the same shit
- just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
- extortin' crack heads
- and stickin' up the stick-up kids
- Yeah
- Uhh, no doubt, son, word up
- [Havoc]
- Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
- for a body - now it's time to stash the guns
- They probably got the phones tapped so I won't speak long
- Gimme a hot second, and I'ma put you on
- It's all messed up somebody snitchin on the crew
- And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
- Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
- Axin on your whereabouts and where d'you sleep
- They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know
- that once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you
- then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
- It's a good thing you bounced for now just stay low
- Once in a blue I check to see how you're doin
- I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union
- They probably knock down the door
- in the middle of the night, sometimes around four
- Hopin to find who they lookin for but they want the seed
- All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
- But word son, you got the projects hotter than hell
- Harder for brothers, to get they thug on but oh well
- Son they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks
- Oh you heard who did what, no I don't who did shit!
- So stop askin, then I know I'm not goin crazy
- From windows, I see lights flashin and maybe
- somebody's takin pictures - and you know who that be
- Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
- They put up your sheet so everybody's pointin fingers
- and lyin, aiyyo son, the temp is risin
- [Chorus]
- The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin
- The temperature's risin, huh and ain't nothin surprisin
- The temperature's risin, huh and ain't nothin surprisin
- The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin)
- [Prodigy]
- What up black? Hold your head wherever you at
- On the flow from the cops with wings on your back
- That snitch nigga - gave police your location
- We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
- Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home
- Phony niggas walk around tryin to be your clone
- They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
- That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
- By the time you hear this rhyme you'll probably be locked up
- Tried to hide somewhere along the lines your plans slipped up
- Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
- Reminisce on how I used to pick you up in the Ac
- Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deep
- Wonderin who snitched it got me losin lots of sleep
- at night, you know my mouth is tight
- I never sang to the cops cause that shit ain't right
- Sometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
- Damn - why the situation go down like dat?
- It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
- And a - couple of years 'fore we see you around
- But 'til then maintain and keep your story the same
- The cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin for someone to blame
- They harrassin, strugglin to find the truth
- There's a chance ya case'll get thrown out, cause they ain't got no proof
- to say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy
- Deliver - me the gun, I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
- Make sure it sinks to the bottom
- Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got 'em
- But still, but still, but still...
- [Chorus 3X]
- (Surprisin)
- [repeat to fade]
- [Verse One: Prodigy]
- It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
- Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin
- It's Friday, you in for a long stay
- Gettin shackled on the bus first thing come Monday
- Hopin in your mind you'll be released one day
- But knowin, home is a place you're not goin for a long while
- Now you're up on the isle
- In a position that you ain't got to refusin to smile
- But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent
- Used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent
- Thought you could hack it, now you're requestin P
- See you're fragile, it ain't hard to see
- Niggas like that don't associate with me
- I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
- cause the wrong population's on infinitely
- If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon
- Hit you up, leave your whole face screamin
- What you in for kid - bustin nuts?
- Cats heard of me in street stories told inside this trap
- Who are you to look at me wit'char eyes like that
- Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate
- And I would hate yo set your crooked ass straight...
- [Chorus]
- Make your moves at night
- Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
- Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
- Make one false move and it's a up north trip
- Livin the high life, make your moves at night
- Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
- Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
- Make one false move and it's a up north trip
- [Verse Two: Havoc]
- You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked
- You talk too much shit, you shoulda kept your mouth shut
- All that gossip, motherfucker don't you know my glock kicks
- Hollow tips, to your body, mad toxic
- I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor
- Did you a favor, tried to wet you but I graze you
- Pop goes the glock when there's beef on the block
- Chill for a while make them think the beef stop
- Then I creep like a thief in the night, it's only right
- Ain't no turnin back, it's on tonight
- And if I get caught then my ass is up north
- Straight on the course for upstate New York
- Stress, smokin back to back cigarettes
- It popped off, one point in the mess hall
- But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black
- Hit them niggas where they pump they cracks at
- Havoc, with the murder master plan
- Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam
- God forbid if my shit do, run behind a tree
- Fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body
- Mainly in your brain tissue
- Witness from the scene, get ghost, stash the pistol
- So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax
- Roll a sack, K-A black, find a shorty to tag
- [Chorus]
- [Verse Three: Prodigy]
- I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water
- It oughta, drop in a half and hour
- In the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil
- Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil
- Then I pause... and ask God why
- Did he put me on the serve, just so I could die
- I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong
- Why I'm still breathin, and all my friends gone
- I try not to dwell on the subject for a while
- Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle
- But my, heart pumps foul blood through my arteries
- And I can't turn it back it's a part of me
- Too late for cryin, I'm a grown man strugglin
- To reach the next level of life, without fumblin
- Down to foldin I got no shoulder to lean on but my own
- All alone in this danger zone
- Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse
- Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first
- Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
- If you're not family, then you die by me
- Cause niggas will have you locked up the snitch'll be your man
- Givin police the run down on your plans
- We're never goin down like that
- So I, shut my mouth and hold my words back
- Illegal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes
- The last kid that shitted and gave police access
- to my blueprints, used names as evidence
- Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch nigga ever since
- The moral of the story is easy to figure out
- A lesson that you can't live without
- [Chorus 2X]
- Livin the high life
- Check it out now..
- Word up Son, shit is ill kid..
- Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife life
- Don't have another day right?
- It's only right
- Let me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this shit
- Kick that shit
- [Prodigy]
- It's just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty
- That's when I got the call from this brownskin shorty
- She asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whatever
- She got her crew too, and said that we should get together
- I said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hour
- so I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"
- Then I hung up the horn
- And I thought to myself that it might be on
- Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)
- Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tears
- Ain't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears
- Ideas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear
- (Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions
- Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin
- She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners
- Waitin for us to get up off the train and surround us
- Or maybe, I'm blowin this shit out of proportion
- But this shit do happen, to niggaz very often
- So fuck it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to
- My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental
- We put together five soldiers, the bitch called
- My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle
- Got to the plaza, we're waitin for the G train
- We put a plan together, just in case the beef came
- Now we Bed Stuy bound
- Far from home and on unknown ground
- But together we six deep, with five heats, nuttin sweet
- First nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin feet
- It took eternity, we reached our destination
- My heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patient
- We finally got to Myrtle outside the train station
- I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patient
- But hold up, thats when a black caravan rolled up
- My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound
- Told my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"
- Said he don't like the way the shit is startin to sound
- Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted
- So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in it
- It mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, we
- jetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin me
- Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo
- [Chorus]
- Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
- Trife life got me thinkin like an animal
- No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yo
- What can kill you is what you don't know
- [Havoc]
- OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib
- But the bitch live in the 'Bridge
- You ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you know
- The niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin it
- You thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heat
- on the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th Street
- The side where niggaz don't give a fuck
- The side where if you come through frontin, kid you gettin bucked
- On your way, to apartment 3A
- with a phat herringbone, let him slide, no days
- Son get the heat, cause I'm about to stick em
- (Fuck that shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!)
- Aight bet, so just hold it down
- while I cock back the long three pound
- You're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheamin
- Just the right time kid, it's twelve in the evenin
- You're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbye
- Thought you was safe and got caught by surprised
- He tried to play tough so I put one in his brain
- Even though I took his life, all I wanted was the chain
- Come through truck without heat, how you figure?
- When you in the projects keep your fingers on the trigger
- But fuck that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tooken
- Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookin
- Now be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in Brooklyn
- Gettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' up
- Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up
- Get'cha motherfuckin shit swoll up
- Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
- Makin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies
- Sippin Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit
- One-time searchin me but never ever find shit
- It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
- Though my goal is to leave outta state, push ki's
- But all this bullshit holdin me down, I can't leave
- Fuck a 9-to-5, I get the loot with ease
- Don't even need a degree to earn a six-digit figure
- I get mines slingin on the corner with my niggaz
- Pullin the trigger when the drama appears
- Cause that nigga worse enemy is FEAR
- So yo....
- [Chorus]
- No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know..
- [ad lib to outro]
- [Havoc]Fuck it kid, whattup Queens in this motherfucker
- (Tell you I'm bangin tonight kid)
- (Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there)
- [Prod]Queensbridge in the house, aiyyo wordup
- [Havoc]Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son
- (Whattup Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin Boo?)
- [Ty]Whattup whattup?
- [Havoc]Where Twins and them at yo?
- (The fattie's bangin!)
- [Ty]I don't know (damn!)
- [Ty]I think Twins laid up
- [Havoc]Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessee
- Son I want two Henessee's yo!
- Straight yo, word up man!
- [chaos]
- Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man!
- Hey, fuck you!
- What? What the fuck, what?
- Think they killers or somethin man
- Ay fuck you money, whattup kid
- [more chaos]
- [Prodigy]
- I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
- And learned to use my hands for protection
- in scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
- I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples
- And wilding, a Q-U soldier
- From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge
- Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that
- Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
- As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
- And rather live the life of crime
- With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
- It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
- Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down
- And when you outta town represent your ground
- Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from
- Queens; leavin niggaz done Son
- The Mobb gets hectic
- Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic
- Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic[3X]
- [Havoc]
- As we sling on the corners like we always do
- Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit
- I'm living large pushin luxury cars
- Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred
- Permanently bed-ridden
- And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in
- As I walk around the streets
- Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me
- That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless
- Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless
- Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me
- Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields
- You got drama run for shelter for real
- Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill
- Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this
- Wet em up with the Mac scratch em off my list
- Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it
- Til you bumped heads with the Havoc
- Ain't nuttin soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet
- When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat
- [Prodigy]
- Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
- When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat
- We gets hectic
- Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic[2X]
- [Prodigy]
- Everything is real inside my mind; these days
- you can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
- A lifetime of street living
- Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given
- But wilding ain't the way to be living
- You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering
- Or locked up, caught inside the beast
- Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace
- My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
- In a cell locked down not far from home
- And at the same time on the outside I'm representing
- Still packin heat make you cowards keep stepping
- Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie
- I could move the crowd poppin slugs in the sky
- Why come around if you afraid of what's over here
- My man Havoc put the bug in my ear
- [Havoc]
- On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer
- Real like an innocent child that turn killer
- It's thing like that that only makes things iller
- and makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer
- [Prodigy]
- (It's) only facts coming out of my mouth feeds
- As far as I can see these streets is getting sour
- Q, U, too much drama to get into
- And niggaz regret when they begin to
- Regardless of your name or what you been through
- Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude
- Life ain't the game that it seems to be
- Fuck a fantasy I'm leaving in reality
- Caught up in this untouchable mentality
- Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
- I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed
- Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
- I can see through you, due to, my Queens education
- Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
- The Foundation, the Queens nation
- Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
- Word up
- Shaolin, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
- Word up kid
- The B.K., the shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
- KnowhatI'msayin? (No doubt!)
- And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
- Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic
- Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world kid
- Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party UHH
- KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH
- (feat. Raekwon the Chef, Ghostface Killa, Big Noyd)
- [Prodigy]
- Yea, yea, check it out
- Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever
- We can die together
- As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense
- I don't give a fuk about my presence
- I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
- For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
- I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
- 24-7, mac 11 is my people
- So why you wanna end your little life like this?
- Cause now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless
- I live by the day only if I survive
- The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin to fight
- We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor
- My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
- ways of action, I grab the gat and
- Ain't no turning back when I start blastin
- Pick up the handle and insert the potion
- Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
- No signs of anger or fear cause you the one in danger
- Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is bond
- [Chorus: repeat 2X]
- I put the drop on you kid, now I got you
- You got the heart to get busy without your crew
- Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
- You buckin me I'm buckin right back at you
- [Havoc]
- Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from
- Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns
- Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners
- Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder
- The loud sounder, ear ringer
- And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers
- You got a real ice grill but are you really real
- Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills
- Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile
- You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwild
- But swing that bullshit this way
- And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay
- Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
- The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
- 6 blocks and you might not make it through
- What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you
- Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush
- You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk
- What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you
- To come out your face, now I have to wet you
- Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent
- Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30
- [Chorus]
- [Rae and Ghostface]
- Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live
- Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high
- Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
- Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM
- And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit
- Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks
- Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
- In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu
- There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons
- Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns
- You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran
- Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand
- Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender
- Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember
- [Big Noyd]
- My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling
- The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin
- But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects
- But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect
- But is his brain insane from the lye
- From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye?
- Why, a nigga just died last week
- As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street
- But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
- His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back
- But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
- Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that
- Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me
- You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
- Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
- Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy
- [VERSE ONE (PRODIGY)]
- Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
- Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always (Yeah!)
- They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend
- Now I'm a free man on the streets again
- Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
- Life is like a dice game and I'm into win
- [HAVOC]
- On the scene from the 41st side of Queens
- We get the CREAM,laid up,love-love for dame
- Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King
- Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign
- [PRODIGY]
- To all my peoples locked down comin back to life
- In the world once again though ya fear was trife
- While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more
- Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I swore
- That our crew will live forever,I guess I was wrong
- No,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong (Yeah!)
- Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police (Where?)
- Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
- Just as I approach the block
- I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot (So what!)
- Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
- I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
- [HAVOC]
- Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin
- Niggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckin
- My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns
- Got ?Raydes? in the arm,one slug hit my son
- He was bleedin from the head,I couldn't believe it
- We was defeated,if it was a case I couldn't beat it
- Felt like cryin (The temperature's risin)
- I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin
- So to P I passed the iron
- [PRODIGY]
- Kid you ain't lyin!
- I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin
- On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap!
- Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back
- Jetted up the staircase to the third floor
- Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor
- Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw
- [CHORUS]
- From the cradle to the grave
- (From the cradle to the grave)
- REPEAT x 2 1/2
- (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)
- [VERSE 2 (HAVOC)]
- Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still!
- Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill
- Son bless me with the iron,I got beef
- With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit
- Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips
- Flip em like the Gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift
- The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up
- Fuck gettin sent up North,son I'm bett-er
- Doin my dirt on a low
- Fuckin wit them mobbers like a crowd
- No doubt you gonna blow,you never know
- He didn't even have to go there
- Unprepared,now he's six below
- Y'know I'm chillin,I gots no time for catchin feelings
- Get that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funny
- But it's all good I still die for the hood
- For my peoples,yeah knock on wood
- [PRODIGY]
- Triple L,rollin dice while I put you on
- To the drama what I gotta say is short not long
- This nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
- If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be dead
- Know him well and probably go way back
- But I don't care if he's your man doin shit like that
- I hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw him
- He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him
- Lets get it over with quick,I'm tired of waitin
- Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how
- Later on right now,spoke to Killa yesterday
- He said to chill for a while
- But it's hard acting like everything is alright
- I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight
- A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin (About what?)
- About how what he did buried off and you don't know
- How much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
- One day my man and the next he's not
- Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it!
- It's funny how things change (Word up!)
- [CHORUS]
- [OUTRO: PRODIGY]
- Word up man!
- Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die!
- It's for real,kid,no games bein played
- (feat. Q-Tip)
- Yeah, about to get my thug on
- The 41st side of things
- [Verse One: Prodigy]
- I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
- Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with Tanqueray
- Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
- Last name was Ide's and the first name Old
- But Gold couldn't take the dick and made me lazy
- We split apart and now I met this new trick Dany
- Now me and Dany, we been together ever since
- Our love combines to form a science, what is this
- I bust a cherry, took her virginity in ninety-one
- Now that she's open everybody want to tap somethin
- Go get your own don't make me have to fuckin clap somethin
- I love my shorty more than life now ain't that somethin
- So love you Dany more than livin itself
- Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health
- When I go pick her up they tell me put her back on the shelf
- They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth
- But I don't pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany
- You know she drive me crazy she's my number one lady
- Met her back in eighty-nine now she's twenty-two
- Actin like she forty, she said all I need is a man to support me
- Besides, you from the 41st side of things
- and Queensbridge niggaz be actin like they kings
- Pushin Lexus' wearin fat diamond rings
- My cellular phone reigns supreme, international think rational
- The 12th street crew move back when we come through
- [Chorus:]
- I think the whole world's goin insane
- I fill my brain up with Dany, and drink away the pain
- I think the whole world's goin insane
- I fill my mind up with liquor, and drink away the pain
- I think the whole world's losin it's brain
- I fill my brain up with liquor, and drink away the pain
- I think the whole world's goin insane
- I fill my brain up with Dany, and drink away the pain
- [Verse Two: Q-Tip]
- Tommy Hil was my nigga, and other's couldn't figure
- How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor
- Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven figures
- Said the Brinks is comin through, at Fashion Avenue
- At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew
- Now we gotta forum a crew, of motherfuckers
- who ain't goin out like suckers
- Told me call Karl Kani, and all my other brothers
- I told my sister Walker, who was the smoothest talker
- Negotiate the deal with them other money stalkers
- Diesel drove the the beemer, the hatchback of course
- Nautica'll navigate to keep us on course
- Polo's acting bolo trying to say he the Boss
- I said shut the fuck up, the kid is out where the loot's at
- Got a big trey pound, picture just to swoop back
- Timb is on the roof with the twelve gauge rifle
- Scope is on the top so you know he livin Eiffel
- Took the aim of Oswald, caught him North in the face
- All them other kids they had they tools aimed at space
- Levi had the snub so you know they gettin laced
- Donna Karan was cryin, cause mad shells was flyin
- Damn all we want is a piece of the pie and
- Nike scooped the sess cause he moves like Air
- Threw them shits up in the trunk now we up out here
- Got back to the mansion, to divvy up the paper
- Helle Hansen was the brain of the whole entire caper
- So she felt it was right, for her to get the whole slice
- Everybody in the crew didn't think it was nice
- I guess not, and guess what's hot, so guess what
- Guess took the jigga, and jigged her in the gut
- [Chorus:]
- When you play with crime sometime's it's not too fly
- Even though the goods look deceivin to the eye
- The end situation could leave your ass dry
- That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by
- Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by...
- [Verse Three: Havoc]
- My man P put me on to the shorty Henn Rock
- Now Henn Rock is strong enough to make your heartbeat stop
- One sip I thought the bitch was a fuckin warlock
- The more she started givin me the stronger I got
- Pushed her off to the crew then she started gettin jealous
- Steamed cuz I spent more CREAM with the fellaz
- Fuck them niggaz spend that cheese on me
- See if they be around when you need pussy
- Then I thought to myself yo this drink is right
- Gathered up all my dough, so I spent the night
- I can't help it, she got my brain in a headlock
- Niggaz started riffin why you trickin yo diz shit must stop
- Moms like you need to see the AA
- Better hope they help your ass out on the same day
- But enough of that, I got the shake so I need dat
- Son caught me stressed out I just be that
- But when it comes to Hemp Rock dunn I need that
- She's my shorty for life so fuck the weed bag
- [Chorus:]
- I think the whole world's goin insane
- I fill my brain with the Henny, and drink away the pain
- I think the whole world's lost it's brain
- I sip away on the liquor, and drink away the pain
- [Outro:]
- For the brothers who ain't here
- Pour a little on the floor son
- Time to get a little bent do our thing
- Word up, the 41st side of Queens
- We gettin bent, knowhatI'mean?
- It's an everyday thing
- Henny got my mind in a headlock
- Dany got me goin crazy
- Dany take me away
- Dany take me away
- Dany take me away
- Word up
- Dany take me away
- [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 ain't 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 it's 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
- you're in the wrong place
- cowards like you just get they're 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 it'll be your very last time breathin'
- your simple words just don't move me
- you're minor, we're major
- you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
- don't make me have to call your name out
- your crew is featherweight
- my gunshots'll make you levitate
- I'm 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 ain't nothin' really
- hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
- so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
- why they still alive I don't know, go figure
- meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
- if I die I couldn't 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 ain't no such things as halfway crooks
- scared to death, scared to look
- they shook
- 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
- scared to death, scared to look
- livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
- there's 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 ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one
- [Havoc]
- For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
- yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
- ain't no time for hesitation
- that only leads to incarceration
- you don't know me, there's no relation
- Queensbridge niggas don't play
- I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
- son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
- but you're scared to hold
- and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
- 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
- you talk a good one but you don't 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 don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
- stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
- criminal minds thirsty for recognition
- I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
- I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
- get that loot kid, you know my function
- cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
- and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
- react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
- when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
- cause I'm creepin'
- [Chorus:]
- Son, they shook...
- 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
- scared to death and scared to look
- (he's just a shook one)
- they shook...
- 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
- scared to death and scared to look
- (we live the live that of diamonds)
- they shook...
- 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
- scared to death and scared to look
- they shook...
- 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..
- livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
- there's 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 ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one
- Yeah, yeah, yeah
- To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
- To real brothers who ain't got no dealings
- G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
- 41st side (he's just a shook one)
- keepin' it real (you know)
- Queens get the money...
- [Talk fades out]
- (feat. Big Noyd)
- [Intro/Chorus:]
- Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew
- Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do?
- [repeat x3]
- [Verse 1: Prodigy, Havoc]
- Every day of my life since 11-2-74
- on the street makin non-stop CREAM galore
- Packin heat, stickin up weed stores and more
- Collectin interest off of extortions to settle my score
- It gets deeper when things get real
- I'm down to stickin out West Bank for my mill
- And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of Park South
- Well I'll be outside slingin, you're always high
- And don't come around to the crossroads of life
- We're to the death, you and me, this beef for eternity
- I'm goin out to the fullest extent
- So far into my troubles it's hard for me to get back
- to my everyday self and composure
- Catch you when you open then I bring you to a closure
- Put ice on a razor and freeze ya when ya shelter
- I went for ya grill but you dent from my ?rolder?
- I know this kid who says he knows ya because of that
- Now I know where ya lay ya hat at and that's that
- Say no more, I put it on you while you was yawning
- Murder without warning the very next morning
- Once we step thru the door, party over, that's the endin
- You and your crew'll leave out, a bunch of dead men
- Bump me and I'll bump you back
- You ain't tough black, niggas like you just get their life jacked
- But I'ma cool nigga til you push me thru the limit
- But try ta play me and ya ass I get up all in it
- Don't try to cop please now son, it's dead and done
- (I gave you fair warning) So run and get your guns
- It's on, time to show em how I perform
- My attitude'll transform, leave you dead plus wrong
- Gettin the flow within, representin for Queens
- Shit is real, why you hopin that it's all a dream
- But you can't wake up, wettin a chest you bless
- Chokin off your own blood, don't blame me you brought your own death
- [Chorus:]
- Aiyo Noyd, it's on you, what you wanna do?
- Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
- Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
- Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
- Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- [Verse 2: Big Noyd, Prodigy]
- My beeper kept beepin, the other numbers started leakin
- 'Who is this on my mind?' I was thinkin
- Then I realised it was my dun playin 911
- Once I seen the numbers I ran for the fuckin guns
- My dun in trouble, I be there on the double
- I jumped up in the bubble, yo kid where are you?
- (1-14 between Manhattan and Morningside Avenue)
- This happened just right out the blue
- Aiyo dun, fuck that bitch, tell her get off your dick
- (But she's cryin and she says she has feelins and shit)
- Yo it's a settup, them niggas got me fed up
- Ty stay in the buildin, if they move fuckin buck em
- Get up off the scene, you know what I mean?
- and hide yourself down with them other fuckin sixteen
- Glock and get off they block
- Then I hung up the cellular, ready to rock
- and it's on
- Yo, you get deaded in the streets, kid set it
- You gots no credit, fool you get wetted
- up with the semi-auto Mac double, love it
- 'Did he shoot eleven or twelve?' is what he wondered
- Nigga I got one more shot, you must be drinkin
- Put the heater to his head, watch him start blinkin
- 'Am I goin to heaven or hell?' is what he's thinkin
- Switch to a bitch as his life start sinkin
- down to a level of no return
- Pull out the heat cos when the slugs hit it definitely burns
- Now chill and think about your life for real
- Every member of my crew is livin life for real
- Got your self fucked into somethin that you couldn't finish
- Up against the fulliest squad and get diminished
- I'm from Q-U-E another E-N-S
- So why you small tough talk? I'm not impressed
- If I seen you in the Bridge, I'd make you undress
- give up the money, the polo especially the Guess
- [Chorus:]
- Big Noyd! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Havoc! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Black Ice! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Queensbridge! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- The Big Twins! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Ty! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Yo Black! It's over, tell the rest of the crew
- My man Killer! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Germ! It's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Karate Joe! It's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Ron Gotti! It's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Karl Capone! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Rasheim! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Stobo! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Tena! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Skins! It's over, tell the rest of the crew
- And the whole fuckin projects! It's over, tell the rest of the crew
- It's over, tell the rest of the crew
- It's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- The motherfuckin party's over, tell the rest of the crew
- [Outro:]
- Get that nappy up
- Yo get that nappy up
- Son get that nappy up
- Queens get that nappy up
- Yo get that nappy up
- [talkin to fade]
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