Альбом Prodigy of Mobb Deep

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Respect this right here nigga.. I-M-D
You must play this.. I-M-D, word up
Yeah, you know, Infamous Mobb Deep
It's real.. check it out tho'

Respect the I-M-D
Fresh out the car in the R-A-double-P, E-R
P-E-double, when I speak it gets real
Flakes try to tell me, "Yo Dunn, nah chill
You can't come out, wylin out like that
Rhymes so vivid Dunn I see what you sayin"
But you gotta understand how I feel
The pain and the hardship it took to build
Years of frustration, some got killed
Others fell vic' to the gates of steel
Most try to instill sanity still
stuck on this rock where we don't belong
I wanna go home not sing this song
but I'm forced to perform speech napalm
Calm, surrounded by all types of harm
Dogg man fuck your screwface I watch hands

Watch your hands nigga, I see that, word up..
Word up, peep y'all cats movements
Laid back in the cut like what?
Pay attention.. check it out Dunn

I'm bein watched by snake eyes
Peep them shed skin plenty times
Surrounded by crash dummies and empty minds
Get your shit together Dunn, see between the lines
Stay awoke, to the ways of the wickedest kind
Infamous - cause of the way, I write rhymes
Plus my story's more foul than your newborn eatin swine
(Stupid) Catch a seat, it's about to get deep
like squeezin flouride on your brush for your teeth
or, takin your seed to get shots every week
We need to pay more attention to our surroundings
Busy wildin, all for the wrong cause
Put that same strength into somethin that'll pay off
Don't forget your soul's involved
That same energy you put out, comes right back it revolves
I smash you, Dunn only if I have to
I would hate to, but I'll be more than glad to
The positive and negative war has now begun
P helps you seperate both the sides
Let the truth arise, black devil don't hide
You can't hide from me, you might from the others
I've been employed to pull your ass out from the covers
You walk like you got hooves and talk like you 'sposed to
Trickin my brothers into followin you? Yo
Potential energy is easily made kinetic
I turn 'em all back where they belong, don't wet it
What? Set it..

Set it nigga, fuckin fake-ass motherfuckers
Take your mask off nigga what? (what.. what..)

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[Prodigy]
Yo, What we doing right now?...
Fuck Man...
Niggas don t know what pain is man...
I got 200 needle pokes in my arm nigga...

Who be the source of this rap shit, us the bosses
PuertoRock style, 20 shanks talk shit
I rock bandanas like a gang member
But i m an infamous representative don t get if fucked up
I need more guns like i need more funds
Like i need more businesses for my duns
Like i need more vehicles to make more runs
Send a rep to your doorstep hand on that arms
Sink a dog on your most valuable dun, it s war
You talk most, we splish splash the most, wet your clothes
It s fucked up, your uniform got all soaked
Pop niggas like a fish fry, take me for jokes
Silence that bitch, i put one in your throat
Don t provoke my niggas ll jump you might croak
And this little ass nigga, funny style nigga
You must got to much alcohol in your system
We bloody sport niggas that love to pick victim
Don t be a stat, you should stand back when my infamous clique come
After i fucks i piss cum, I spit the illest shit you ever heard of
What s that outfit you rep, I never heard of
Smash y all niggas like insects you bugged
The fuck out like dust from crazy eddie
Spaghetti headed mobb niggas rhyme deadly
I rock infamous sweat suits and like my guns heavy
You ain t ready for a street life nigga baby
I m too fowl, too grimey, too much Q.B. is inside me please rewind me
I m every blocks theme music, Every projects anthem
Every guns handle it s on and clap two

[Chorus]
Yo...
They could never get enough of it
Yo that s that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug

They could never get enough of it
Yo that s my shit, i need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it

[Prodigy]

To top it off, i m a pretty gansta, fly thug
All of my duns concieted
Ain t a chick more dime than me
I let a hoe know quickly sit bitch
Let me put you on the hottest shit be
I be the H.N.I.C of the whole shit
Never let a hoe get more than i wanna give
She be lucky if she get a pull of the dope
Only if she giving head to the whole clique
Aiyo, i m just kidding, but yo i m not playin
My wolves walk around the whole club schemin
Searching for a cutie that like to drink semen
Bring her to the mini mansion, told me she wanna get funny
Told me how she like way i talk dirty
I told her she had potential talk to Chinkey
He the type of vulture to fly a girl wit me
Outta state send her back to you on some freak shit
How you stink, make you wanna bust your gun
Mad cuz you know a iller nigga fucking your hun
Handle it, what more can i say
Put her on a chain, my duns too beautiful for her to stay away

[Chorus]

They could never get enough of it
Yo that s that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug

They could never get enough of it
Yo that s my shit, i need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it

They could never get enough of it
Yo that s that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug

They could never get enough of it
Yo that s my shit, i need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it

[Prodigy]
Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?
Is it real? Really? ..
Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo
Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound

[Noreaga]
Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?

[Prodigy]
Fuckin dickblower.. (thug like what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be
P put it back where it's supposed to be
Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...
... exulted, affluent life style I kick
calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang
Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang
We givin out back braces and arm slings
Reality rap, the only song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing
Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing
(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday
Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I like it when it get that way

[Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)]

So what you rep dunn?
(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns
and everybody on the block pump junk
So what you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands
What you rep?
(Iraq, where niggaz get buried
And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
So what you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to blow faces
And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages

[Noreaga]
Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo
They can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo
(You niggaz stink like shit)
I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes
Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes
Yo we move money, money move me
Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)
Gettin my dick sucked
Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what

[Prodigy]
Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?
For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss
I drool for the day me and you could face-off
It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune
This is for my dunns who rest in coffins
I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you know we smash the industry, negatively
So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit
A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique
Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags
We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs
Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops
Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades
It definitely get real, on stage
I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz
Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.
While them cats small change like a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion
Look at you now, now you just full emotion
Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type
Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light

[Chorus]

Oh y'all niggas killers now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga

[Prodigy]
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign dems only if the math is real
If you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists
My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice
'fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it
Loose niggas make the news when we start formin'
Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often
Doin it past yo' delf you way out your jurisdiction
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga

Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo

Why niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel, to hold my dick in public
Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie
Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me
You feel different, niggas see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy
A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck you, Pay me+
I'm no shorty, nigga I stop your glory
I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me
Avoid P, man take your baby mom's advice
I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me
You just a groupie, oh you gangsta, then shoot me
Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me
So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens
You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass
And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash
Bang this, cuz I guarantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus
I Keep It Thoro nigga...

[telephone ringing]

Hello... hello...
Yo what up, man!?!
Who the fuck is this?
Who the fuck it sound like, man?
What the fuck you calling so early for, man!?!
What the fuck time is it!?!
It's like 3 o'clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!
... shit, my bad son.
Please, man, come get me man, before I choke this bitch, man!
Hurry up son, man it's like 90 man, let's get some hoes or something.

What up, dun!?!
Same ol' shit.
No doubt, ain't nothing new... .
Let's take a little spin, dun, word up.

Yo... open my wings to a new day spread my lungs
Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns
Twist the key, shifted to D then flee
Before anything, get the daily dose of choke
We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float
My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat
Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support
On the belt doin' 90 or more
debatin' on the latest rhyme wars
Where units don't count
But your rap pay add up to large amounts
Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep
Catch chills off'a infamous beats
Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees
Blowin' on the ouwee ‘cause we can't have the medicine canoein'
There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that
Ay yo dun, hold that down and turn it around
Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, d's and fatigues
T n T hopin' out of MPV's
Surprise all'a fuck out of me
Got rubber Glocks pointed at me
Ay yo twin, what the fuck... ..
[Twin]
They had us layed out on the ground holdin' us down
With gats to back of our heads was goin' down
“It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got.
Where's the proof, man!? Let me speak to my attorney.”
I know the routine, don't try to throw me
I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
... but all that told me to get in more shit
ay yo P', (what up) you my co-d, we both get knocked
What you did with that half'a tree? (right in my sock.)
Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot
Dun, you know how I get down!?!
Yo I'm ready to bounce
Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass
If my other half was alive we woulda got killt
‘Cuz dun woulda went for the guns and got ill
Plus I gots cracks on me, they foundt the cracks on me
Looked at'em, gave'em back to me
I could swore they was takin' us in
Then the lady in the car said, “..that's not them.”
Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs
They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns
An' you ain't gotta tell us twice
We hopped in the car and slid off
On our way up-town for more of that funk
P' lit the tree back up
Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry Huds'
“Fuckit, let's slide through the Rutgers.”
Roll the windows down cuz infamous mobb bumpers...

[Prodigy]
... Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin'
Took a walk through the park frontin'
Didn't even have to hurt nuttin'
Man I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York
Hear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music starts
Damn, we young black entrepeneurs
New York Pricks and Dicks can't stop our floss
We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb
I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards
Dead serious cash, luxurious labs
Learn to balance fame with pain, you CAN'T COMPLAIN

[Chinky sings X]

Jus' another day livin' in the hood...
Jus' another day around the way... .
Feelin' good today... oh no we can't complain
Jus' another day... livin' in New York... .
Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes... ..
Feelin' good today... .we hit'em up cuz we here to stay...

[Prodigy]
Yeah old school part one feel it
The realest, Who be the realest
Them niggaz stay
Infamous minded
U've been blinded
Cut on your face
Fucking with these mobb giants
They are the victims
We be the victors
Sometime a nigga gotta step up
And bring war, Spray ks
And go out in a blaze
Young guns learn to duck
So they wont catch strays
Wont shoot to be frontin'
Or to waste shots for nothin
If I'm pulling out my torch
Im gonn hit somethin', Whatever
Slugs through your avirex leather
I close one lid
So I could aim a little better
I stop firing
And de-cock the hammer
You need triads
I need to get up outta here
Dont really think It's cool to let another man
[Havoc]
"Let me buck that nigga son"
[Prodigy]
I hold my own cannon and shoot just as fast
Move with select few
Dont fuck with lil dude
Or little pistols
Strictly the big Ru's
Cause deuce-deuce its only good for hiding
I need big firepower when I'm riding
52 shot clips
You pop lips, Silence
And i dont stop dumping till i hear sirens
I'm not a boyz n the hood addict
Menace fanatic
I live the street life for real
So i can brag it
Pop gave me gun lesson back when i was a kid
Now i fire more arms than he ever did
Thats why
I keep things in proper prospective
And every album point y'all niggas in the right direction
There's no protection, when I'm on the mike
You couldn't fold me
If you trained all your life
You's a chump, I'm a champ
You broke, I'm top dollar
Niggaz gotta whole lotta mouth
Thats no problem
Fake thugs lay down
Real killers dont yell it
Bring it don't sing it nigga
Use intelligence
Its evident you not, murder material
When you all alone, you pose guns in the mirror yo
Chinky, Rapper Noyd, Hav, G part 3, my nigga Bino and Nitty
Y'all feel me
Let me get deeper in the subject
Cause its gets me hard
Every nigga holding
Dont mean he gonn arc
Any nigga that show it
Need to disown it
Or get it tooken by another who deserve it
Listen, this is what it takes to survive today
Use your eyes, to my niggaz thats ride with me
And you see that nigga P, be the storm quiet
Im holding, so ease back
I stay infamous minded
[Noyd]
Yeah yeah nigga, shit is real
You know
[Prodigy]
Infamous minded
[Noyd]
Yo, this niggaz outhere
We moving blindly dun, its all about survival though
They don't know
You the top dawg for the rest to follow
[Prodigy]
Infamous minded
[Noyd]
You know how we do it killer
The Qb way, my way or no way
Queensbrige to our death day
[Prodigy]
Infamous minded
[Noyd]
Shit, why you think they call us infamous nigga
We earned the title nigga
Not cause it sounds tough dumb fuck
[Prodigy]
Infamous minded
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
When the bridge start rocking
The bridge, It keep rocking
When the bridge start rocking
The mobb'll keep rocking
When the bridge start rocking
Queens still be rocking
When the bridge start rocking
My niggaz keep popping
[Repeat chorus til fade]

[Havoc]
Uh-huh, yeah, here comes another one
And niggaz gon' now what I'm talkin about
(Most def.. most definitely)

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo Hav' man (yeah) kick that shit my nigga

[Havoc]
Check me out yo, uh-huh, yeah..

[Chorus x2: Havoc]
Wanna be thugs, there's sugar in they tank
Wanna be thugs, no cash in the bank
Wanna be thugs, up North get raped
Wanna be thugs, flashin jewels get ganked

[Havoc]
Yo I seen all types be the victim of a kite
Be like, them silly fishes be the first one to bite yo
They see the cheese but they don't see the trap
Not a real live cat, but a real live rat
You got, broken guns, the first to run
First to leave, first to abandon your team
Yo you wonder who I'm talkin about?
I'm standin right next to you ass, the one that you got in doubt
First to shout, to get you into some bullshit
Now you're all drownin, cause loose lips sink ships
Do you like Hav'? He be like, hell no
It works, cause you know, that the fuckin truth hurts
I just, let niggaz bring 'em down in the day they cool
After six they throw on the nightgown
Loud sounds, expected after sundown
Man down, half crowns get shotdown and right now

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
Yo.. aiyyo we leave niggaz with dry blood on they face
Put slugs where your bones at, break you off a taste
Shots of tequila, plenty Henny, we drinkin heavy
Smokin dust, Dunn I brought mez(?) tabs with me
And to my mamis on ecstasy
C'mon, we can bungee in the V.I.P.
We turn bitches out, take turns in that bitch mouth
Carve niggaz up, show niggaz what it's all about
It's us, the best of Queens, handguns to minks
Top fashion, we flash and bang
Niggaz think they Flash Gordon, we snatch the link
Cause we mafioso and you the average dick
Kid, we send messages through bottles
Crash your face with the Mo, have glass all in your nostrils
And run through y'all niggaz like the shits
Kick niggaz with the boots, dukes we get biz, youse a

[Chorus]

[Prodigy and Cormega]
For my G-pack niggas
Right, right
Shooting at cops nigga what
For my G-pack niggas
Fuck the police
N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks
They can't stop our floss
Straight up (for you crackheaded bitches)
For my A.M. niggas (for you crackheaded bitches)
My Ante Meridian niggaz; what up dunn?
Liqour store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo

[Prodigy]
Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme music
Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn
Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two wibbles
And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow
All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens
Like Supton(?) and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani'
That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our dead people
While I spark the sequel shit; my niggaz got lungs
When we smoke, that shit only go around once
Dogs, we just killin time
Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin up the grind
So, 'til it pipe down
We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
[overlapped my Cormega's first line]

[Cormega]
Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin
My heart is broken, my man started smokin again
P, I heard the tunnel open again
I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
Its time to load up the autos and semis
I wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlike
I got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy
Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white Jeep
Through was strugglin, so I resume hustlin
Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin
Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still
Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in SUV's
Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?

[Prodigy]
Dunn it's real like that

[Havoc]
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah(uh huh)
Yeah, ha(solo on that ass ? dealt with the bullshit)
Check me out dunn(yeah)
Check me out now(out yo)

Yo
Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows
Feel me for what I stand for
And I'ma do it til the death til I can't no more
Fuck a hoe, it's all about dough
Still, fuck her and still don't love em
That's word to mother
Un-cover the truth, enjoy my youth
It's die or lose
I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen
On the strength that I had to hurt something
Cuz my stomach hurtin
I'm a cool nigga, but don't let me start buggin
Love my moms, love my little sis, plus my little dunn
Niggas gotta eat, fuck settling for crumbs
Hell no, me a bum on the streets looking dumb
Til hell freezes over yo y'all niggas better run

[Chorus x2]
[Havoc]
Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit
So put a clamp on them loose lips
My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)

[Prodigy]
Guns redundant
My dunns move in abundance
We loose cannons, my rugar will pop somethin
What's all the frontin
Being cavilier will get you nothing
Or maybe touched though
Keep pressing me and we be thumpin like the ? vs. the hawks
When little boy got a foot long stuck in his back
And punctured his lungs
It's very brutal, how the N.I.C. will do you
Yo get KO'ed and pissed on for being rude
Yeah, respect the colors and the flag i wave
Respect the I.M.D. embroidery
My shit is classic and authentic
Blowin dick
Y'all niggas grafting my whole presence
Get your own shit
My voltage, be higher than the wire pole get
King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon
Now, twist up your cheebas
I get deeper in debt
My rap page make niggas throw they reefer at us
Love me, bless me, like you supposed to do
Just don't test me niggas I be toasted up
What [echoes]

[Havoc]
Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit and lived through the bullshit

[Chorus #2]
Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah)
So put a clamp on them loose lips
My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)

[Prodigy]
My style, identical to guns that burst
I'm like a fourth when I go off, or even worse
It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down
My shit burn, make em far from a clown

[Havoc]
Ay yo, likewise
See a nigga that I can't trust is a nigga I despise
Then I, reply with a cold shoulder
You ain't a gat holder, you just a crossover switchover

[Chorus #2]

[Chorus #3]
Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit(uh huh, yeah)
So put a clamp on them loose lips
My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)

[Prodigy]
Yo..
Come here darlin, have a seat, we need to speak
Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see?
Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door
Ain't I that same nigga we was both on the train goin hard
and then your shit surfaced
Takin the phone in the bathroom, whisperin wit your girlfriends
Try to play me on some jerk shit
Numbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb's
... oohh shit!!

[B.K.]
Kid, I kept it tight for you
Turned nigga's down, didn't go out all them nights for you
And I ain't even that type'a bitch
I heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freak Fest
Nevertheless I still put my faith in you
You was my dog, so I stayed faithful
But I'll be god damned if I be some nigga dumb bitch
It's fucked up it gotta go down like this...

[Chorus:]
[P] Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you?
[B] Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to?
[P] Snake bitch turn around and backstab you?
[B] Crab nigga found out he fucked around too?
[P] Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo
[P] Rockin your 4 wheel drive and tattoo
[B] Talk sweet thinkin that he rockin you to sleep?
[B] Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist

[Prodigy]
You was once my bunny, now you want to act funny
I'm that same nigga from the first day who dress bummy
Same grimy style nigga, I'm still hungry
I never lost my thirst for takin that money
I never lost my lust for chicks lovely
You met me on those terms, so that's how I'm runnin
I still walk up in the crib 5 in the mornin
... and still count my cash before I crash
What you thought, you had a dunny? I ain't the one honey
You skim 20's out of my stacks of Benny's
You done found yourself a street life love, to death do us
Remember that shit, now everything's ass-backwards
We was more like Mickie and Mallory
You fouled out on me; found another man math in your belly bag, damn!
I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum hoe
Catch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though

[B.K.]
Yeah aight
First of all Fuck You, and everything you own nigga
You got a lotta nerve, nigga
I should throw a brick thrrough your shit, fuck your whips
It ain't about that, it's about you givin out my dick
Or so it seems, I can only call it how I see it
Got hoes callin the crib, hangin up not speakin
Come on, what type of shit is that?
What, I'm sposed to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back?
Like the world revolves around P
So while you strolled in at 5 I was comin in at 3 3:30
Niggas wanna play dirty
Fuck it, that's how you wanna rock let's get dirty
Yeah, condom wrappers in the back of the Azure
Talkin bout you let your mans get off, your G ain't strong
I'm gone, you ain't worth the tears
You lost the best thing you ever had in your life, a waste of my years

[Chorus]

[BREAKDOWN]
I might give out, but I'll neeeeeeeeever give iiinn..
We might as well, be friends, yes we have...

Yo, it gets no better than this
It's the hottest shit on street
It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat
The solar system stand still
Gods listen when I speak the world pay attention it's
Capital P, niggaz rather hang up
Ya niggaz know my handle, talkin like you straight thug
Dunn, I catch you while you shoppin for kicks
suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and, oh
From now on, call me Columbo
Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a fuck?
Look at my chain, look at my anklet
But are you listenin to the words man? My shit bang kid
Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend, you get the dick
that's basically it
These rap niggaz think I'm talkin bout them, nigga please
you ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead

I be the H.N.I.C.
The head nigga in charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The M.O.B.B., the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The H.N.I.C.
The Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The M.O.B.B., the status - we large

I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this
We pop bottles, celebrate your death blow a kiss
at your wittle bitch, wish pain on your kids
Piss on your casket kick ya tombstone and shit, dog
And I ain't even that foul type a dude
But all's fair in love and war it's whatcha hand called for
Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
But fuck it, they could get it too, simple as you
And I be God-damned if they put they hands on me
Money brings power and puts guns in parties
Sends niggaz on Amtrak with those for your body
It pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef, huh
Hardly, you all know what that is
I grew up in the hoods and the projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
Teenage killers with Mack-10s
Best friends cut each other's throat and twist they own fan backwards
Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit
Album sold out keeps me far from the big house
The hand guns from that bigger house
Cuz ain't nobody cuttin for me to enforce to hold it down like

The H.N.I.C.
The Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The H.N.I.C.
The Head Nigga in Charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb...

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[Prodigy]
Memories play back like film
I flash back we was little niggas livin most real
1989's when we first met
We first clicked over convo' gettin twisted
In dunn grand earth crib cuttin outta school
Watchin cable it seemed like the other day
Through the eyes of a stranger we was kids
But in our own minds we was grown mens
Outside on the block we would play the bench
And y'all play the rock every chance y'all got
As I sat back and just watched hey, what can I say?
The same back then as I am today
I can recall me, Jemel and Jamal
In the room drinkin straight vodka with they moms
When I walk home with the big nefertiti charm
Back with the light blue camoflauge suit
God me and Hav' doin it hard, tryin to get on
We sampled songs on the box with record and pause
Killer B didnt even get his first firearm
And I was still holdin one shot derringers

[Hook: Prodigy]
Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist
Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce
Sometimes I see a chick walkin past with ya kids
Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-5th
All the shit that we been through it boils to this?
Dun, I wish we could start it all over again

[Prodigy]
Ninety-five, we on top tourin the states
A lotta times we even took the click overseas
Came along way from the hallway
Sitting in the staircase with Bacardi
Bring the honeycomb speaker outside to bang
While we would share drinks with the other that came
Triple L stayed takin they cash in dice games
Killer Black grew to keep an ice grill, dunn was not playin
Yammy, the most Infamous told me one day
"Put the bogies down 'fore I pound you out P"
But it was all love, we was eash others dunns
We held each other down, borrowed each other guns
Its hard to believe that niggas so strong
could die so easily forever be gone
I could still feel the web of your palm, against mine
cause we did our hand shake all the time
Why it have to be your time to go and not mines?
Spilled tears contemplating to my delf cryin
All the laughs we shared and fights we had
All the nights we would get nice, damn
Plates of food we split in half
I dedicate the rest of my life to all my niggas that passed

[Hook]

[Prodigy]
What the fuckin deal, motherfuckin Scarface nigga, killer
For Bean, Fugi, Gooey, (I can't take no more nigga), Corey
Black Ed, the fuck, knahmsayin? Ill Will burnin
Harry, fuck yo, I can't take no more man
Frankie, Spank, whattup man? Straight up
My grandmoms man, my granddad man
Grandma Brooks, straight up my pops man
Straight up man, that's it
All my dead, all my dead
Man, the little babies man, no more man
Abortion babies man, I can't take no more man
I'll never forget you, all my dead it's all love man
Motherfuckin Yambo, in a minute, we'll be there
Motherfuckin Yammy, straight up, I can't wait
You was my strength nigga, I miss y'all
I can't believe you gone nigga
What the fuck happened?
Ain't nobody else goin away man
You ain't takin nuttin else from me man
Nobody can't take nuttin else from me man that's it
I dare you! Come try, it's over man
You can't take nuttin else from us yo..

That's my word, I put my life on it
I'll be next nigga, straight up!
I stand up for that
Cause ain't none of my niggaz goin, that's enough
We had enough
It's the Veteran's Memorial right here man, straight up man
We love y'all, one love..

P
Pack up
All you out your league
I be the Head Nigga In Charge
Y'all be the niggas under me
This is my house
What the fuck you think
You get spanked comin up in my shit
I run this
My shit pop like them white boys on MTV
Your shit sound weak when its played after me
There is no competition
I'm the number 1 album of 2000
Cause your shits suck
Me and Hav be the best niggas to ever do it
What you think its just music
We live this shit
We from the soil the dirt the grain the pain
It still hurts
You can never satisfy my thirst
Y'all niggas had best disperse
I charge niggas with intent
You aint gangstas
Go ahead jump and get plucked nigga
My guns buck and we love to fuck niggas up
If yall niggas want to get at p
Do it
You got problems you want it with me
Come one
If you gangstas, gangbangers, thugs what
Do it do it come on do it
If the ladies want to holla at P
Do it
Gettin hot you want to slide with me
Come on
For my mamis honeys big body bunnies
Come on come on do it

And the shit that kill me
Is radio be acting like they can't feel me
Said we too filthy
We uncensored
Not to mention all the drama and tension
When we step in
Your event get shut down when we dumb out
We got good hearts though we aint start the bout
We just brawled em out and hauled em out
Promoters get scared and put on the lights for the house
Dun we just tryin to have fun
Boo at the ladies and possibly get in the jump
You crazy
You get blown open son
You tried to stop that flow on a big showboat and got cut the most
While your dogs afloat
Me and mines keep partyin and sparkin dope
Its simple
P is not to be fucked with
Put your thugs up put your guns up and shit
If yall niggas want to get at p
Do it
You got problems you want it with me
Come one
If you gangstas, gangbangers, thugs what
Do it do it come on do it
If the ladies want to holla at P
Do it
Gettin hot you want to slide with me
Come on
For my mamis honeys big body bunnies
Come on come on do it

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[Prodigy]
.. much more than you asked
So many years and tears, the blood and sweat that fell
Now it speak for itself
I be the same nigga.. (get rich nigga)
Uh-huh, get yours nigga, get yours nigga..
We take yours nigga..

Yo, yo I can see it Dunn, yo let's be it Dunn
and we can manifest all the cash we ever dreamed of
It's the cream I love, for the team I shove
all fakeness and everything else to far away from us
Ain't no discussin for the plush life
My niggaz go hard and knock y'all down to survive
In this jungle, wilderness, we was raised
by the wolves and the scavengers, instincts like a animal
But it toughened us, put a whole lot of thug in us
And it paid off, cause can't none of y'all fuck with us
Don't get it twist, I know, anyone can get touched
but uhh - my style of Dunn is too quick to bust
and too swift to just, talk in angles to
Let me straighten that shit out for you, peep it
I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, the best kept secret
We killers, but chill Dunn (shhh) that's best kept secret
Let's not jump off the topic, we talkin bout cash
Fuckin with mines'll be, much more than your ass
So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell
This dirt underneath my fingernails speak for itself
I be the same if I had billions
You couldn't understand my pain if you lived it
Give me the riches, and all of my Dunns'll be drivin
It's beautiful to see the click, live comfortable

{*Chorus: Prodigy and B.G.*}
[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
[B.G.] Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid
Keep yourself laced, and get your ones
Get your Dunns out the slums
[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
[B.G.] Get dollars, get cash, straight up don't get fucked
Get your bucks, and get big
Stash your first millions and live off the interest
[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs

[B.G.]
When I hit the block, pistol on my side, bundle of dope in my socks
Dime bags of powder, sack of twenty dollar rocks
I'ma hustler, I was taught be bout green
Therefore, I got to have it by all means
I be thuggin, B.G. was raised that way
Can't see me bein a hoe, you'll get played that way
If I'm broke, you got coke, unhands that yay
Be a man, don't break it off, gotta blast that K
Drama, I love that, I bring that shit
Dick get hard off that shoot-em-up and bang bang shit
I'm Mobb Deep, with this click that I'm with, believe that
Disrespect us if you want, we bang for feedback
Glock got a bad mouth, when it start it don't stop
Black talons go straight through the heart and close shop
I'ma guerilla, I run with jackers and gangsters
Convicted felons, and believe we armed and dangerous
It gets real, I'm prepared for whatever it come to
Let me catch ya with your drawers down, I'ma down you
Police will find you in a project dumpster
withcha dick cut off, stuffed in your mouth motherfucker
I don't care, about you or no nigga that you fuck with
Alla y'all can slip and get your head busted
B.Geezy love this, gangsta shit nigga
Whoever I beef with I creep and spank ya quick nigga

{*Chorus*} 2X

[whispered in the background: "diamond, diamond.."]

[Bars & Hooks]
We ain't goin platinum (nope) we ain't goin gold
We goin diamond - ten million sold
We break records (records) and move units, that's how we do it
(Do it do it) Makin millions and billions from movies and music
World tourin, shows, performin
The deals, the budgets, accounts, enormous
We got it (got it) you frontin, you need it, you want it
The Mobb, and Bars, and Hooks, we comin
Delorean, and Mr. Bars, how about that?
We some Queensbridge niggaz that ain't all about rap
We own streets, run websites, log on
to the one and only, InfamousStores.com
We load up the tour buses, to get these checks
We independent, we don't need your respect
We +Infamous Minded+, you've been blinded
It's Bars & Hooks nigga, we.. goin.. diamond!

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yeah, what more do y'all want from us?
We spill our hearts out and it still ain't enough
Years we got crumbs, doin the supplyin
We independent now - we.. goin.. diamond!
Yeah, what more could you ask for?
We the team, we deserve everything and more
All the blood and sweat for our dead we stopped cryin
Swallowed it, survived it - we.. goin.. diamond!

[Prodigy]
You might catch me steppin out the Lamborghini
with ashy legs, my chain swingin
I grab my piece, so that shit won't damage the paint
Chest naked holdin a drink
We got these hoes by the brain, we black rap moguls
We the most poppin, we the illest niggaz rhymin
Let's go team for team, you don't want that
We make niggaz quit rap, we so violent
The only thing that calm us down is more dollars
We need NBA cash, the yachts, the labs
The Porsche, Ferrari, the Hummer, you mad?
AK-90, the sigs, the macs
Grenades, silencers, sterlings that blast
To Linden, the sweeper to murder yo' ass
You doubted my niggaz (WORD) now we up
Yeah, you musta been wildin - we.. goin.. diamond!

[Chorus: 2nd half + 1st half reversed]

[Bars & Hooks]
We gon' kill 'em with this here, and ship ten million
This year, look on the charts it's there
at the number one spot, locked of course
by these ghetto street pharmacist entrepeneurs
Who woulda thought? The car I always wanted get bought
Sittin on ten times twos, rollin by you
It gets bigger, I remember bein broke
So the plan now is to get richer
Ain't gon' be no scufflin my nigga, I ain't gon' fight ya
I'ma pay the piper to snipe ya, it's real like that
Goin diamond make you feel like that
Cause I done been through the bullshit, dealt with the bullshit
Now I'm lampin, mansion, and a few whips
Ain't nothin but a thug thing, this the club theme
Bars & Hooks to H.N.I.C. we climbin
Finally we shinin - we.. goin.. diamond!

[Chorus]

Fuck y'all niggaz man
We goin diamond.. we goin diamond..
Knahmsayin? Move these units.. do these shows..
and hold this money.. hold the cash
We goin diamond.. goin diamond..
We goin diamond.. diamond diamond diamond
We goin diamond.. we goin diamond..
We goin diamond, we goin diamoind..
We.. goin.. diamond!

Yeah, kill 'em, how we do it dun
Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em
Getting real up in here y'all
What like, is like, is like, is like
How we do it dun
Murder muzik
Big Noyd, Big P
Get your gunz nigga

[Noyd]
Yo, you know who we be
The R-A double P, E-R
Niggaz fuck with this
And they get sent to the E-R
I see y'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining
Keep your head up
Cause you'll get wet up
Flashing diamonds, dancing, shining
But thugs like me, repping QBC
Is a place when is cold out, niggaz go all out
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into, and bring it to you physical
With four-fives, four nines
Gunz aint a thang duke
You know what them thangs do
Swing and lay whole crew
There's tension in the air
Better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty-five live
You ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by
Yatti-Yatti-ya
But its real when the H-N-I-C
And the R-A double P
Strap with them G-U-N-Z

[Chorus]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, oh niggaz want a gun play

[Prodigy]
Really, lets do it here and now
We dont negotiate
We dont settle out, we pull a heavy metal out
We make niggaz shit, make niggaz piss
Niggaz humble when my duns rumble
Go ahead pop your gun
We got those too, this ain't nothin' new
You aint a threat
Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet
Whatcha you a thug who demand respect
Like I give a shit
Nigga I'll give a clip to your abs
You get torn up fucking with P
You'll get it bad
Its like the same old song
Let nigga front, blow his top off
And I'm not in the wrong
Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get
Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose
You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into
You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you

[Chorus]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz want a gun play

[Noyd]
Yo, yo, yo
We aint shooting doors
We kicking doors down
Bucking your broads
Dont let me catch you, eye you up
And then draws, we murder y'all
Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock
Foul way y'all sound
Thats how we get down till they rot
If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop
Do the maths, somebody ass gonn be up in a box
Its not me, no days, no nights
And you, no more rocking your wear
Guccis with your Nikes

[Prodigy]
True, no more fronting like you larger than life
Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights
It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs
Show you how to work them guns
Fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums
That'll handicap your team
Till y'all bleed all over the street
Whiles I, get the fuck up and outta here quick
And if ur man wanna ride, for your bum ass
The shit nigga

[Chorus]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz want a gun play

My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz dont want no gun play

Nah, faggot ass nigga
Clap 'em down, clap 'em down, clap'em down son

[Prodigy]
Naw, you can never feel my pain nigga
And you can never feel my pain nigga
Never feel my pain nigga
How do I start it

[Verse 1]
Nineteen seventy four, motherfucker I was born with pain
My moms and my pops pass it down to me
So don't talk to me about can I feel yours
Cause I ain't feelin you at all, your pain isn't pure
You cryin cause you broke from the projects
That's not pain, that's emotions, you a bitch
Im talkin bout permanent, physical sufferin
You know nothin about that
You just complain cause you stressed
Nigga, my pain's in the flesh
And through the years that pain became my friend; sedated
with morphine as a little kid
I built a tolerance for drugs, addicted to the medicine
Now hospital emergency treat me like a fiend
I rather die sometimes I wish a nigga O.D.
Beggin God for help, only to find
that I'm all by my God damn self
Ay you can never feel my pain nigga

Naw, can never feel my pain nigga
Can never feel my pain nigga
Never feel the pain nigga
You could never feel the pain nigga
Naw, never feel the pain nigga

[Verse 2]
And the females ask - P, why you always look mad?
Don't mind me if I may come off like that
But see, a nigga depressed, I need smoke
I need me a drink, I'm tryin to stop those
Experience life, through the shoes of me
What you find, is you can't do that, you ain't built for it
The impact I put on this earth
It's like nuttin that you ever seen or heard; so look listen
When I speak, sit up in your seat
Pay attention to the words, cause the story is deep
In and out of crisis, since before I could walk
It gave me strength though, nowadays I hardly talk
It made me cold-hearted, anti, I won't play sports
I barely joke or play games, take it how you want
My handicap took its toll on my sanity
My moms got me at the shrink at like 13
And doctors called the cops on me
Cause I be throwin IV poles and they ignore me
I gotta, try to calm down and breathe
I can only hold it but for so long; put me to sleep
Do I sound insane... if I do, then this here was written for you
Cause you could never feel the pain nigga

Naw, can never feel my pain nigga
Could never feel my pain nigga
Never feel the pain nigga
You could never feel the pain nigga
Naw, never feel the pain nigga

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