Mobb Deep - Give Up The Goods Lyrics
Hey yo queen's get the money long time no cashI'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blastThe fool retaliated so i had to think fastPull out my heat first, he pull out his heat lastNow who the ***** you think is livin' to this day?I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't payThey looked at me and said "queen's niggas don't play. do your thingI'll do mine kid stay outta my way".It's type hard tryna survive in new york stateCan't stop till i'm eatin' off a platinum platePo po comes around and tries to relocate meLock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'causeHavin' cash is highly addictiveEspecially when you're used to havin' money to live withI thought step back look at my life as a wholeAin't no love it seems the devil done stole my soulI'm out for delfia, selfia, p's not helpin' yaI'm tryna get this lexus up, and plus a cellularYo big noyd! (what up cuzin'?) i can't copeWith all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.Yo it's the r - a double pE - r, n - o - y - dNiggas can't ***** with meComin' straight outta qbPushin' an infinitiYou ask can i rip it constantly? mentally?Definitely, to the death of meCome and test meTrust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff meSo bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause i'ma blast youMy lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritualI'm born wit' itI'm gettin' on wit' itAn' i'ma have it 'til i'm *****in' dead and gone wit' it'cause i'm a what? composer of hardcoreA lyrical destructorDon't make me buck ya, cause i'm a wild mutha*****aYou know my flow, you know my stiloEven pack my gat when i go to see my poJump out my hooptiePass my gat and my lucci to my shortyIn case my po try to troop me to the islandAnd if i start wildin'Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallionsBut she didn't violate me, so i escaped seeBack to queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more creamKnow what i mean? i'm a natural born hustlerWon't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.Yo babe no time for fakin' jacksCuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backsThe streets is real can't roll without steelI feel how i feel 'cause i was born to killDo what i gotta, to eat a decent mealBrothers is starvin', don't try to find a job sonIt's all about robbin'So don't be alarmedWhen we come through, 'cause we supposed toIf you opposed toGet your face blown dude, off the mapCause i react, attackA brother wasn't blessed with wealth so i act like thatDrug dealin'I'm frontin on the world once i start 4-wheelin'Cause back on the 41st side we do a rideSippin e & j, gettin' bent all nightYo, who dat? i never seen him in my whole lifeStep to his business 'cause it's only rightPo po ain't around so i grab my poundMoney retaliated so i hit the groundMy life is on the line gotta hold my projects downCan't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass niggaThat ain't even from my townHit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down deadAnd up from under the benches i started hearin' sirensI stop firin'He cut ass like a diamondJetted to the cribpiece, what a reliefStashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the windowCall my son, "yo son we got beefBut no questionMoney had a problem so i solved him".I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paidThinkin' of ways to take loot already madeThere's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraidGimme yours and get laidGive up the goods and get sprayed.I got lots of love, for my crew that isNo love for them other crews and rival kidsAll them out-a-town niggas know what time it isAnd if they don't they need to buy a watchWord upCaught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurtWhile i be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cupOn a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famousYou tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you namelessFirst of all slow down, you on the wrong routeLet me put you on your feet and show you what's it all aboutThe street life ain't nuttin' to play withNo jokes no games kidFor years i been doin' the same shitJust drinkin' liquor, doin' bidsExtortin' crack headsAnd stickin' up the stick-up kids
