Mobb Deep In Love With The Moulah


Yea I want you baby, I’m glad you here

I’ma take good care of you, I’m gonna put you right there

I ain’t letting’ you go this time, nah you gonna stay right here

I’ma call you money baby, money

[Verse – Havoc]

It started bout 7 when I realized ya worth

Sold drugs to put you all alone with this purse

Took a backseat, cause family came first

Holes in my sneakers and shirt

I turned 13, now lil’ niggaz sellin’ coke

50 4 1l’s yea I copped ’em for them hoes

But you left without warning, I guess it was a lesson

I had you but you showed me no affection

Got withdrawals, took you to the malls

The more I got of you, the more I got spoiled

Now my toes curl, lets have a baby boy or girl

Had you in Switzerland, half across the world

Grew up an investment and you can’t be doubled

Came back around when I bubbled

Now I’m in trouble, took the wrong turn

Let my homie borrow you, now he wont pick up his phone

Where you goin’ baby where you goin’

Talk about money this is money baby where you goin’

I can hold you baby I can hold you let me hold you

[Chorus – Prodigy – 2X]

The thing about you is you make me smile

You build me up when I go down, you give me strength, you give me power

May no one come between this thing of ours

[Verse – Prodigy]

You give me sex, you give me gifts

You give me head from every baddest bitch

You make me happy you make me sick

Cause baby you my drug and I need my fix

If I ain’t have you how would I live

To get you I’d risk that time in prison

To get you I’d take risks that’d mean death

I’ma love you until the end

Its all about you my precious,

I’d never ignore you for a bitch again

I’d put that on my honest,

Got these other nigga jealous cause you all over me

In public, you be all inside my jeans

Took me all over the planet, places like Europe

Taught me new tricks at them banks out in ??

These niggaz, back in the hood

Could never have you like how I do

[Chorus – Prodigy – 2X]

The thing about you is you make me smile

You build me up when I go down, you give me strength, you give me power

May no one come between this thing of ours

I need you, I need you in my life

stay right here with us

Ain’t nothin’ over there for you

stay right here with us you in good hands right here

Mobb Deep Crawlin


Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap

Dog I take shit to heart cause I was born like that

I only got my word as a man when I give

When I say I’m going at you it’s a given when I spit it

So niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it

So niggas get money bounce from the hood you shitted

So bitches fuck niggas, they man best dog

Over that now you got some nigga leaking on the floor

You gotta watch those broads

To die over that is totally against the grain and against street laws

I respect paper and every minute thats spent gettin that shit

So my little dunn could be set

And what I feal about a nigga thats trying to pose threats

Never write it out if you can’t cash that check

Dog I know about death you ain’t sayin nuttin slick

Empty out on that fool cliq cliq, cliq cliq

[Havoc: Hook x2]

So keep movin, You better keep walkin

The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin

Clinger for life


Nigga how you want it nigga, cause you about to get served

Matter of fact nigga, you about to get your shit burned

Punk motherfucker, female ass nigga

The homo rapper, H to the you know

Come on man I ain’t gotta spell it out for you

You know how to tell time you know my gun boil

I set it off on your bitch ass, dont forget that

And your retaliation was weak, baby pictures

Dunn I’ll take you out in the street and spank you bitch

Ain’t no point going at “P” you run into bricks

How you not gonna show face after that stunt

At rap’s only awards and you ain’t show up

You scared and you butt, you are now being crushed

By these black Mobb gangstas you niggas is done

I suggest that you pack up and take it to go

Cause everything is not cool and you niggas should know

[Havoc: Hook]

So keep movin, You better keep walkin

The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin

Clinger for life


How it feel when that steel hit the grill huh

For real, for real shit be that real son

The grimy endulge in nothing but gangsterness

That ice is lookin major on your wrist

Is you ready to die like a man for it

Or pass it right over, fall back and get extorted

Like a camcorder every move is recorded

Keep them hands so I see them

Every thaught I can read it


Ya’ll some hoe ass niggas, I’ll slap days out you

You was raised off our shit we made rappers

Bitch ass nigga

I’ll buck the fuck out that nigga

And peel that fruit, kill that fool

Eighty Eight is you crazy

Thats when I was fuckin Sophie and you was pumpin for poison

My nigga Killa Dang woulda spit in your face

Illa G been told me about that ? boy Jay

[Havoc: Hook x2]

So keep movin, You better keep walkin

The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin

Clinger for life

Mobb Deep Dirty New Yorker

[talking: Prodigy]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, uh



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’m a ride, I’m a 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’m a let the world see you, you’re a bitch, you’re a snitch

I’m a 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 x2: Prodigy]

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


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 x2: Prodigy]

Mobb Deep Q.U.-Hectic

[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!


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]


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]


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


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]


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


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


(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

Mobb Deep Handcuffs


Girl I know you love a thug be wildin’

Smack flames out a nigga and I got you smilin’

The way I cut a nigga every which way but loose

A blood stained Gucci suit will be the proof

Laid back cat but I love to chill

Love a freak in a thong with a ? full of ?

Said you went to catholic school and that’s cool

Let me see you throw the suit on

With no interruptions, ma turn the cell off

Start for the touchin’

And I’m sick with the candle

A fatty, ain’t nothin’ that a nigga can’t handle

I been through it

It’s a first time for everything, settin you free

And I feel you your man ain’t lettin’ you breathe

You a dime from your face to your navel

Your man better wake the fuck up and let you out of that stable

Used to think like that until I thought

? shoe on the other foot and I got ?

Stay home, cook and clean like she the boss

Hell no nigga, not while I’m up in New York

She gonna do what she want, flirt when she want, fuck who she want

Then nigga It’s a wrap

You like ‘No she won’t’, but yes she will

Chick might as well have Big comin’ out of jail

[Chorus X4]

I got them keys to those handcuffs (handcuffs)

Wanna be free throw your hands up (wanna be free)


My niggas in NY know the game

Bitch front, she gettin’ out on the shoulder lane

It’s 3 in the mornin’, why you think you came

Should’ve stayed where you was, I don’t play those games

Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter

There’s only one thing that this shit could lead to

The reaction, your mind’ll crack

And put my mans on if it’s poppin’

Bitch you laughin’?

Everything that I spit is real

And everything on your inside you scared to tell

The word creep, “no” ring a bell

Girl I know the situation all too well

I’ma keep it gangsta, rep the ’bout

Lady caught on, so I had to bounce

With bleach in the crib, all my clothes got doused

That’s when a nigga knew I had to get out

Know what you’re goin’ through, been there before

Relationships now, it’s like they got these laws

Girl all you wanna do is just be free

And that’s why a nigga like me got these keys

[Chorus X4]

Mobb Deep [Just Step Prelude]


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


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

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..


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..)


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)


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..

Mobb Deep Young Luv


Fresh out some bitch pussy, hay in the middle of the barn don

Super hoe putting on a freak show

Inside the mini mansion, had bitches dancing

and a naked bitch who ain’t ready

My dick is two percent head, ninety-eighty percent shaft heavy

Steadily long stroking shit

P stands for penetration while y’all parleying

I’m in the back, digging her back, got shorty hollering

Candy girl took a blast of the shit, I got her in

a pretzel, pushing her legs back, she wet too

Perverted niggas do this type of shit all day

Sodomize, modernize ’em up to my standards

1996 bitches got ran through, 1997 cancel that hoe

She blessed the god well though

Word up son, you know what I’m saying, you know how that go though

Caligula style, young love, model actress

Superstar, porno star on a mattress

Looking like Jada Pinkett, I stabbed it

The vultures grabbed it, money no date raped it

Videotaped it, handy camera record

The bitch is blowing me, my dick went soft young love

Scrubbing that crotch with Dove

Potpourri bitches get fucked and mouth plugged

So lady cop, secretarians and librarians

Midtown high-class hoes with pearl earrings

Bump into a true to life vulture like P

Beat you over the head with G, and drag you back

to the cage and let this Mobb nigga coach boo

Train that ass, put it on curfew

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Hey, young love

Hey, young love

Young love, young love

Hey, young love

Hey, young love

Hey, young love

Young love, young love


Left it in the hotel, must admit we don’t love ’em

Before you consider it foul, let me put you on cousin

Eighty-eight had a vision on some rap shit

Not knowing it would happen, down the road gold status

But back then there was this one little chick

That I wanted to hit, get with, the whole shit

Fourteen, laying my G, little me

I had to have her, had a nigga like me losing Zs

No sleep, fucked up in the head over her physique

Even thought about going downtown (keep it real)

I know there’s niggas out there that would’ve felt the same way

It was the freak in me, actually crossed my mind frequently

Finally and once again we bumped heads

A stank gesture suggested that I was dead

Like a crack-head, didn’t even give a nigga rib

But fuck it, what can I say? I tried to put my little bid

and kept living, nigga move on, you a man

No matter what it take we’re gonna hold the upper hand

Shuffling beats, six years later son it was done

The Infamous, Mobb Deep left you stuck off the Shook Ones

And then the funniest thing after a show backstage

I peeped chick who didn’t give me play back in the day

It was all love, hold no grudge, gave her a hug

What’s the drilly baby? She was like “you”, nah what’s up?

You know me, doing my thing tryna live

Asked if I was busy, could I chill with her in her crib

No days, but we can chill up in the Ramada

Payback is a bitch, once I get in there I got her

In the telly, E&J dick popped the cherry

Left the little hoe with no dough and got jetty

Bless the god boo, you know how we do, it’s self-explainable

Un-domesticatable, but highly we capable

The turntables beat you in your own game, enough said

Another victim caught up in fame’s web


Young love, young love

Mobb Deep Drink Away The Pain

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


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


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


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


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

Mobb Deep Shorty Wop

Yeah-h-h-h, one two one two

Yeah, okay, now

You know who we got up in this bitch

M.O., M.O.B.B.B.

[Chorus: Prodigy]

(Boy) Lil’ shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street

Ever front on him (yeah) that’s how you get popped

(Girl) Lil’ shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot)

Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch)


And we don’t give a fuck (fuck) like you don’t give a fuck (fuck)

Them hammers’ll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust

Death toll addin up, them razors we let ’em rust

Them haters we clap ’em up, countin cash, that’s us

Catch me in that GT Coupe, with the flat screen drooped

in the driver’s seat souped, cause it’s a Bentley

When I pass by, have you stuck, S.U.’s, black ’em up

Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up

Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot, sorta for my mascots

that pop off, buck buck

Sick ’em Fido, let the car idle, I ain’t never been there

Shit can happen have yo’ ass, disappear in thin air

Shit real, y’all not, get robbed in a car lot

You bitch you call cop, you snitch and that’s off top

My biscuit is gonna pop, whether you like it you not

ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot (boy)

[Chorus – repeat 2X]


Yo yo yo yo dunny you comedy with tragedy nigga

You go ‘head, keep smilin, we ain’t laughin my nigga

We dead serious, you niggaz is livin jokes

We don’t game around, these bullets’ll eat through your bones

Y-y-y-yeah, that’s right you heard me nigga, reach for your chrome

When you see us, better bleed us off the top of the dome

Meanin you better get to squeezin cause our reason is gone

Meanin that shit is out the window, we won’t give it a thought

And we don’t give a loud motherfuck about who you are

What’s your set that you rep, you can get ’em involved

(*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all you hearin when you go at the Mobb

(*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all I’m sayin if you tryin to talk

We what you would call, niggaz that talk it walk it and live it

Your music is not “Murder,” you an Infamous mimic

You what we would call, niggaz who suck dick for a living

Get off our balls, or we’ll take chances for prison

[Chorus – repeat 2X]