DNA - Juice, Havoc

Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us

Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us

(Rise) Now check this out; you already know what it is. I’m chillin' with my

boy Juice. Hip hop knockin' at your fuckin' door, nigga. (Hip hop).

Serbia, nigga. (Hip hop info). Hip hop info. Let’s do it. Let’s talk about it

Come through, black hoodie, black mask, black truck

Fully automatic sprayin' at you, better back up

Act up, get clapped up — don’t let this rap shit fool you

Must’ve lost your noodles, motherfucker, I will shoot you

In a hot second, and for the record

When it come to drama niggas know I got a fetish

Call the paramedics, your boy leakin' bad

Night night, nigga, wrap 'em in a sleepin' bag

A war goin' on no man is safe from

Think about ice grillin' me and get your face don

When it come to slugs, nigga, I don’t waste none

You know I walk with it, know it’s on the waist, son

And when I’m in Serbia you know I got the juice

Chillin' with Juice top-down in the coupe

Aim, ready, shoot — hand over the fuckin' loot

Mobb Deep forever, nigga, somethin' you already knew

Ever since a little youth, I had this lust

To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush

Ever since a little youth, I had this lust

To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush

Ever since a little youth, I had this lust

To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush

Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us

Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us

Yeah, yeah

You wanna back down, but now there’s no time

Get 25 years, nigga, in behind

I was growin' up with the Queens niggas

And thank God I never had to pull the trigger

'Cause I learned to recognize hustlers and snitches

I know a po-po, shit, and damn I know the bitches

You find yourself in the mirror and in my lyrics

Take this serious, now it’s time, I’ma get it

I don’t need the fame, I will spray your brains for fans

You’re nervous and spent whilst I breakdance

I’m not married and if it’s fuckin' necessary

Let’s make a party on the cemetery, yeah

And we should spread more love, not war

'Cause my shit is poppin' '93 pravi zapis

I’ve been following Mobb Deep since «Peer Pressure»

Voždovac, Beograd, BMW, Nike treša

Ever since a little youth, I had this lust

To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush

Ever since a little youth, I had this lust

To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush

Ever since a little youth, I had this lust

To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush

Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us

Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us

Because the mob go a job for us

Jumped right on inside

The mob got a job for us

Job for us, job for us

The mob got a job for us