Quiet Storm(Album Version) - Mobb Deep Done been through it all man Blood sweat and tears
Niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen yo
I don't think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo Let y'all niggas know right now Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth
I'm not lying I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P, yeah you heard of him but I ain't concerned with them Nigga I pop more guns than you holding them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike You try to stop mines from growing, I'll make your blood stop flowing Take affirmative action to any ass if he asking Now here come the Mac 10 You's a dick blower Trying to speak the Dunn language What the drilly with that though, it ain't banging You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics Lying to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the night fist thrower Rusty shank holder, we live this shit Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinking white label My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke A nigga like me hold Tecs Are you the same too Going through the emotions of gun holding Long shotgun's down my pants leg limping Killa B you still living, even my pops too He taught me how to shoot when I was seven I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that I love my nigga D. Black I'll take the life of anybody trying to change what's left And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many nights sniffing coke getting right Wasting my life now I'm trying to make things right Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business Do things for the kids, the little Dunns Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth CBR's and VCR's ATV's and big screen TV's nigga please Don't make me have to risk my freedom We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough It go one, two, three to the fourth That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls Peoples to rock to, stirring up pots of brew In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible To serve hot plates all across the unified states Sit down and sup with the top rap reps We the streets that's watching boy, move diligent You better walk like a nigga on a tightrope do Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment, give em that shit they been missing My new edition's way bitching Those that listen, get addicted to my diction Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your disease Generic rap's just not potent like P's One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle I peel off, chest naked on Katanas Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is full bred Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts And verses, but thirst for worse beats So I can put more product out on the street Get respect and love, all across the board We've been adored for keeping it raw, nothing less or more I score every time for sure While the rest of y'all niggas just nil
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit Lump em in the club shit, have you wilding out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit Lum
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