Mobb of Steel - Mobb Deep

Motherfucker, word up

Q-borough, mad thorough

All my live niggas, check it, check it

Nobody close to they toes, so chill

Nobody move player stand still

You know the drill

Cause its real like the mobb and shaquille o’neil

Nigga Hav laced the track, Shaq bangin the ill

Noyd get off simply with enough rough shit

Dare another damn team to touch this

Get off it, come off that, imaginary act

And listen to reality rap

M-o-b-b d-e-e-p be like that, link back

Scoopin shortys up from they acs'

Checkit black, nothin fuckin with these, qb’s most infamous

Real live ny, stay thug entertainers

You can hate us, but can’t play us

Be left cold, full of holes, thats the why

Dont make us send shots, sent what-not

Come at ya, leave fake foes in rapture

Perhaps ya stuck off the things we got, beef is hot

Like feinds i be pullin fuckin fans through blocks

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Killa Black non stop all day kid

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Rapper Noyd, Prodigy

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Ty Nitty, Godfather Part 3

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Gambino, Scarface rest in peace

We live in this while you fakin it, got cats take that

Let a grown man do this, stand back

And watch the drama unfold right under your eyelids

Crab ass niggas tryna infiltrate the clique kid

Wannabe cats get pushed to the side dunn

Rep the qb word to me die for my son

You feminine, picture me tryna let you

Have that ass bouncin like a slug out a tutu

You know the drill, i ain’t gotta scream 'keep it real'

You’ve been to the shows, plus you know how we rock

Dont get it fucked up, get that ass stuck up

Robbed for the ice, pour some henny in my cup

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Gotti, Money no, hit them with the body blow

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Nature, Escobar, Cormega

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40 and the 41st side

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You know the deal, outta towners can’t come across the hill

Ayo, my money walks while your bullshit talk sells nothing

Im calling your front, stop bluffing

Provoke a stroke with my 42 seconds of dope

Adrenaline pages flood my notebook, yo

Rapper noyd broke the neck off the song

The don took a swig, now bring that shit home

Our shit bang like the 7 millimetre chrome

And pineapples going off, war on the fourth

Read the rob report, while we extort these devils in the flesh

You settling for less

When im pullin up my guess its the weight from the tech

While the tearnoise pump the mobb thump music

Check out the rep

We get better with time, still shine then climb

We can rhyme and then cut these dimes

It be the nighttime vultures

Swoop down and scrape your plates

Bound from state to state

You needa lock your gates

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ACD y’all

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L.E.S and ya don’t stop

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