It be a buck-fifty
Your chance of runnin
Is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged
Like a chick slip the Mickey
Im so on the low
Itd take a Navy SEAL
To get me
When I surface
If not chips to Benz
Is the purpose
On your team
Ill pull the curtain
A beautiful hurtin
Till my eyes see the blood
That mean the creep start workin
Niggas never learnin that
They eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor
Pumpin your BR>
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, permenant ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. em
Gotta think like that cause
Forever I be needin em
Plan flawless, mistakes
Never repeatin em
Some love, some hate me
B****es in the head beatin em
(So)
Niggas wanna ride
By the crib all slow
(Oh)
We clap motherf***er
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
Whats wrong
With motherf***ers
When will the ever learn
Keep playin with that fire
And that as* is gettin burned
F***in with semi-autos
One foot is in the grave
We givin all of yall
Somethin to be afraid of
Lemme tell you
How its goin down
Its on now
Niggas used to love me
Now they wanna hate me now
Im that same nigga
With the tech
Holdin the spot down
Except Im pushin a Lex
Lettin the top down
But wait, you dont think
I live a pop life now
Thats hate, you could
Get popped right now
Me dont play, I keep
A gun around my way
Cause Im a f***in drama king
Like my nigga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money
And murder all day
Its rules, guidlines
And codes, we obey
Dont even trip, IMD
Its that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga
Ready to bang
Nigga dont think sh*t stink
Then sh*t hit the fans
So I dont slip, Ima sh*t
With my gun in my hand
Its a thug thing yall niggas
Wouldnt understand and
Yall keep guns
We keep our sh*t bangin
You a b****-as* nigga
I had you killt
All they had was your
Picture at the funeral
No casket
You b*stards be missin
My jewels, my whip
My rims we b****in
My guns be the heat
Thatll make you blister
My mens, my Timbsll
Stomp you niggas
No sh*t, no clip
Dont f*** with us
Its 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 Im takin advantage
And that sh*t that you pulled
Aint do me no damage
You dont know me
But we bout
To change that sh*t
Wrap that nigga up
Like a package
F*** all them nigga
Buck all them faggots
Yeah, QB
(Yeah)
Mobb Deep, dola
Its goin down
Were takin over
Vita, gettin this dough
We dont call it
Murder for nothin
(Murda, murda, murda)
Ill send you on
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, yall see us
It aint a game, yeah
Oh, come on, yeah
You see us
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