Mobb Deep - Extortion Lyrics
Intro:Yeah...Time to let these niggaz know sonNiggaz dont even wanna mother*****in understandKnowhatimsayin? time to hit em with the third degreeYeah you know the qbc, here to drop a gYo...Verse one: havoc, prodigyLook into the eyes, true lies, your whole click despiseEspecially me, h-a-v-o-cDont want your chick, cuz shes burning third degreePlus you snitchin, you aint got no ties on meI keep it strong, while you scream word is bondLying through your teeth swearing on your first bornYour word is weak, go hold a wake in thisHit you up quick strictly shit that Im livin inYou walk a line thats thin, you religious well you sin*****in with the mobb, infamous to the endI hold a nine ruger, with an infa-spot discRed dot right at your face, so set sail or rock itAnd kept drivin, pull off like the indy 5 gIn a four time ford truck with speedLike the motion picture, this nigga gone with the windMy crime work, ninja style shit was didAnd got away with, escaped it, the jakes from tracingAnything that lead to the source, you know the bossOf the mobb killing, is like an unsolved mysteryPuzzling, nobody knows, its all historyMadness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovelyNever fails its always somethingNo rest, daily gotta rock my vestI shoot at your best man yeah your mvpHe played the front line got struck down immediatelyI wave a mobb deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps whenHeavy load my military hold ammunitionFar from animation, its real live, you think notMy crew, changing new york, who taking your spotI put the green light on, your whole click, island shitRunning through the hoe-house wilding, extorting(extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)Verse two: havoc, methodExtortion is the key I got the key for extortionSpend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortionTake precaution, infamous laws enforced inYou married to the mobb, kid take it then divorce itCause I aint got no time for them domestic disputesIf you scared get a dog dont got a click then recruitYoure weak troop, lost the tan in the mistOn your name my shit, take it like a man you little *****I blaze yo britches, p.l.o. extortion, you forcinThe hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enterThis shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shitsYou *****in with, top contendersOfficial to the bone gristleIt dont matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistolsRemember me, burn a nigga to a third degreeDont act familiar mother*****ers you aint heard of meJust peep the stee and the rap how its supposed to beTap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppinOn top of that we hip-hoppin, and dont stoppinOut-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raidersSlide on ya like gators, umped that stank ***** back outAnd then played her, but that aint nothinCrossin this dog walkin, native new york andShaolin slang talkin, rap niggaMr. freeze crowd shiverWhat? young, black, and dont give a *****If the next crew get the scissor...(extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion)Bottom line, what the ***** you wanna doYou eyin me, at the same time Im eyin you, punkWanna pop the most junkBe the same mother*****er with the most lumpsChew on that shitPunk faggot (word up)Burn his ass like a book of matches[yeah, thats just about it]Under pressure like fat *****es...
