Mobb Deep - Hoodlum Lyrics
[havoc]Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against meAnd is it the henny that bend me; I be in the zoneGazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phoneDont take personal, but only a minor few can understandWhat a nigga feeling; 40-first til I die mother*****a..(no doubt)Im still breathing. you a must son, we full breadYou aint my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is youI get wit you, handle that on a later note.We oer-dose eveything is death, we so closeIm trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..Ready for the bad news til da phone ringSon is dead, now Im irate over my head seeking revenge.Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh[prodigy]Check out the drill-dun, conceal gunsPlay the hum leaning back checking out the actionOn the benches we drinkin xsYo twirl dat shit, while I spark this...Sharply burn it down like an arsonistPull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidzAnd blow all hell fire out ya empireLive as wire couldnt make my mobb expire or retireIm letting off til my arms tiredYou set quite wit my head full of riot.Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hearI declare only live niggaz lock this year96-i lost my dun; 97-it got worse..Pull money out the team, got to get mork..And sat down you play the background when shots sound offFlashbacks of how my man is gone, kb forever in my memoryI spill some henny then I keep it moving{chorus}:Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin thisAint nobody stoppin this rakim and imfamousReck the hood for you and yours-no doubt crash the barsYou dont really wanna go against the source[big noyd]Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildnessIts bug, niggaz dug in the projects you holiday thugEase up all that illin and grillinGet ya melon lite up, you niggaz is buttYou want me, Im reppin wb, what?Where you find me at spillin congac from a cupWith my heat next to my nutsNever been afraid to bustSlug rushin to your head like dustIf that wasnt enough as long as strong and toughWe squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black*****in wit these swayze catsI got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop thatIn fact black, if you come at me dont come sloppyAll my baby girl got is a papi to guide herThrough this world of hatredAnd I die to see that she make itAnd die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, um...[rakim]Yo, you wanna come test, son is mad from stressPenalty is death, pay your last respectsWe harass you reap if you slept or half stepWe adapt to see who we can master nextAfter sex pass the bless for after effectsRelax your stress through mad physac, mad contactCash a check to get assets we blast techsDealing with the mental aspect on chestSo we create a trust, if you dunns come to shotGet hit with a twenty-one gun saluteI keep a loaded yet deadly 7sc 30Soon as you it hit me I release lyrics of furyAnd quick to say a poem to ricochet in your domeMy click made me leave the nickel-plated at home aloneSo I can get chatter and be the better trend setterThe 18th letter forever{chorus 2x}
