Mobb Deep - Give Up The Goods (Just Step) Lyrics
Hey yo queens get the money long time no cashIm 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?Im tryin to tell these young niggas crime dont payThey looked at me and said "queens niggas dont play. do your thingIll do mine kid stay outta my way".Its type hard tryna survive in new york stateCant stop till Im eatin off a platinum platePo po comes around and tries to relocate meLock me up for ever but they cant deflate me causeHavin cash is highly addictiveEspecially when youre used to havin money to live withI thought step back look at my life as a wholeAint no love it seems the devil done stole my soulIm out for delfia, selfia, ps not helpin yaIm tryna get this lexus up, and plus a cellularYo big noyd! (what up cuzin? ) I cant copeWith all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.Yo its the r - a double pE - r, n - o - y - dNiggas cant ***** 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 couldnt touch me if he snuff meSo bust me, youre gonna have to, cause ima blast youMy lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritualIm born wit itIm gettin on wit itAn ima have it til Im *****in dead and gone wit itcause Im a what?composer of hardcoreA lyrical destructorDont make me buck ya, cause Im 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 wildinFlippin on niggas walkin around wit da nice gold medallionsBut she didnt violate me, so I escaped seeBack to queens pumpin the fiends makin more creamKnow what I mean?Im a natural born hustlerWont 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 cant roll without steelI feel how I feel cause I was born to killDo what I gotta, to eat a decent mealBrothers is starvin, dont try to find a job sonIts all about robbinSo dont be alarmedWhen we come through, cause we supposed toIf you opposed toGet your face blown dude, off the mapCause I react, attackA brother wasnt blessed with wealth so I act like thatDrug dealinIm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelinCause 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 its only rightPo po aint around so I grab my poundMoney retaliated so I hit the groundMy life is on the line gotta hold my projects downCant see myself gettin bodied by a clown-ass niggaThat aint even from my townHit him up in the chest and now hes layin me down deadAnd up from under the benches I started hearin sirensI stop firinHe 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 its time to get paidThinkin of ways to take loot already madeTheres crime in the air, aint 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 dont 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 crews 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 whats it all aboutThe street life aint 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
