Mobb Deep - Back At You Lyrics
[havoc]Ashes to ashes, dust to dustStainless steel gatsNever rust big till bust you could touchBlessed wit the real side of lifeJust enoughYou couldnt fight me wit your strongest micLayed down niggas eyes visualize bad receptionMaced your interference souped your upperbody sectionI travel like a 2-2 bulletThroughout your body, repped to the fullestQueensbridge representin,Representin the hollow tip crewBlue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow throughOnce the kite is sentI might get bent, but still plantedNo second thoughts, cuz my conscience is demandinFor the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red)Im like cancer cant catch me cuz I done spread(done spread)Gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fledWit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my headIts like that war, project niggas strike back its onWhat the ***** you sick Ill be right backWit the gat and temper end your mother*****in eraYour shortie set you up you betta dead-herHunger for the cheddar big ends and betterArmeretto sours alcohol consumptionWhy you runnin we thumpinDo to the fact the infamous is bumpinIce real son you frontinChorus <repeat*4>Its like that war, project niggas strike back its onWhat the ***** you sick, Ill be right backProdigyRight back to the fact thatHere take that, right back at youWere goin at toAlready ran throughWasnt hard to capture, what is it that your goin afterThe fourty-fifth will make your clothes damperPut in the hamperThe fabulous infamous is movin stainlessCrime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your banginLive in action, if you weere dapped then relax thenWhat the ***** you said? I be right back real maxinBlastin, terrin up your fila fashionGive him what he askin feelin aint know what happenedBack at the cabin, be at the round table planninSpread team across plannin, expansionSlap a nigga opened handly style something foulFor tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mileI can recall the days, juvenile crime pays14 years old, shorty from round wayBrick ass cold, still puffin night to dayBut why did my life have to be this wayI rock velour suits, flavors like mixed fruitsMy loot give recoup razors in my suitIncase you try to troop me to the islandI known for start whylinBack in new york, my shorties got the cash pilinPeep this on some knowns and teef shitSo much drama, who the ***** knows who we got beef witLift you up off your feet like ski liftFor packin big fifthNiggas who riff but nigga you riffThen Im on the next life gettin bent in the cloudsOn my way down souh for international crowdsChorus
