Mobb Deep - Get Back Remix (feat. Noyd) Lyrics
f/ Big Noyd* send corrections to the typist[Prodigy]Sometimes you just gotta show niggaz how you do thingsThat shit hurttime'll tell like my nigga Illa G always saidLove all my niggazI swear[Noyd] (QB)[Prodigy] cross my heart hope to die, right[Noyd] Queens Bridge Hot Boys[Prodigy] Hear Me OutYo... put a bullet in ya mind[Prodigy]Yo dun, They caught me from the blind side, me the Pthe one who spread love, me, I never shit on my peepsI never left my dawgs out in the coldI extended my hand wit compassion, you extened yours wit warcool, ***** it. y'all sneaky muh'*****ers gon learn how this nigga rockQuiet Storm nigga (shhh) leave you shocked for deadnigga, I rot ya fleshby myself, ???, and just pop ya headnow if it get night, and snakes gettin past itill see you at the crossroad faggotand in the mean time, and in between timeP'll layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more ninesMore boxes of talons to put in your spineYou cross me nigga, you lost your mindScratch that, you never knew me from the start, so I forgive youAfter you die squirmin, shots burning (fizzling)[Hook](its time to) Get BackUh, Its so sweetthe taste of revenge and blood on the streets(its called) Pay BackFor that shit you'll pulledI dont respect your gangsta, my guns expload(its time to) Get BackYea, Its so sweetthe taste of revenge and blood on the streets(its called) Pay BackFor that shit you didTwo wrongs dont make a right, that make it even, *****[Noyd]Ayo when the guns pop, the thugs pop em, everybody knoMo Thug been on henny rocks, slingin Fo-Fourscatch a thug on ya block, onna slingin Ya-YoOr pullin out that peice and aimin at ya KangolThem thugs, some blood, some crip, some stuntinyou see 'em crip-walkin but they ain't thuggin nuttinthey ain't tough, ain't rough, ain't built for warthey frontin they thuggin, and ain't that at allme and my dawgs is R, A, W...RAWand will murder (Murder)..A, double L... (ALL) yallYall heard of, the Queens Bridge *****ing Hot BoyzProdigy, H, A, V, O, C, and that nigga Noydand the Get Back and yes, revenge is so sweethow we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when they sleepleave 'em dead in the bed and his blood in the streetsmurder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm whats beef(Its the Get Back)[Hook] x1[Havoc]Basicly, they done summed it up and ain't no reason to spitbut ***** it, lemme have my lil 2 centthe nine'll leave you so benthave you huggin the ground like a toilet bowl ready to hurlyou'll be havin outta body visionsand if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be find a religiongittin shot up can do that, most'll squealthey so shook, the sound of fire crackers makin 'em peelniggaz rhyme how they kill (kill)rhyme how they feel (feel)talkin all that like they ??? for the dealbut me, if I ain't have to... prolly wouldnt clap youbut they see you wit that paper and wanna git at youI dont preach about the shit, I just show 'em what mack doyou kno these slugs harder than any track you rap towhen cowards talk shit, it just make the finger itchI got drama for that ass, wanna meet the *****?[Hook] x1
