Mobb Deep - It's Mine Lyrics
Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah[hah hahahaha] huh yo, you know itInfamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)[hahahaha] infamous two thousand(aint nuttin but thugs over here baby)[ahhh hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [hah haha][havoc]Yo... straight thugs on this side - its do or die to the deathLike the terminal ill takin they last breathRead your last rites - god, forgive meFor the sin Im about to commit - takin a lifeKill or be killed, rather that than somebody elseReadin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the dealKeep the infrared next to my bed, one in the headHearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot redSleep with half closed eyelidsSome say its strange, sometimes thats how strange life getGo easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see whenNiggaz slippin off point, on the strength they betScopin your ice, appraisin it like the diamond district jewelerWith they hand on the biscuitDo ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you *****in my wifeOn my thousand dollar mattressIts the world that I live in, q.b. made meA moms that loved me and a pops that raised meChorus: nas {singing to the chorus of brandys the boy is mine}Yall need to give it up.. we dont give a *****..What yall niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mineYall need to give it up.. cause we dont give a *****..What yall niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine[prodigy]I got the style of a still-born child, Im illIf its beef, poke him with the fork, make sure hes done well(very very) the sreets raised me crazy, now Im immune to itSo when they start shootin, well stop the musicKeep it moving thats how we do it (cmon, cmon dunn)Been through more drama than the baldwins, you still crawlin(still crawlin) apply street rules to the office, high performanceRap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productionsThatll ***** with your conscience and touch your emotions(you feel me? you feel me? )You feel me? Ill write a graphic pageEscort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projectsWe the black mobb, it gets deeper than rap music(dont get no realer than this!)Its more real than any words I can musterPull the black cadillac trucks up (what? )Hop out them shits like what? yall niggaz cant touch usChorus[nas escobar]Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirtHalle berry blew a kiss at the barbara streisand concertSilk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thingAnd Ill front like my doo doo dont stinkInstinct like cuba gooding steppin out the latest toyHazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floorEverybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashinJust to think, that was yesterdays actionCause today goes either way - we came a long wayFrom hallway steps and hand-me-down shit***** my foes, I seen the other side, nextel cell roamCall the chopper phone, heliport in my homeQuincy jones postersWake up, guns under my pillow, I cant talk around chauffeursShit is better than a novel, autobiographicSpit it on tracks, it becomes classicStart some, make my heart pump, spark one, Im God sonNastradamus, last one to blast one when the narcs comeKnow how to leave anything in thirty secondsWhen you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weaponIll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lessonYour flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past itCremate your flesh to ashesYou dont need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casketChorus[nas]The, life, is, mine (repeat 3x)Ill will..You need to give it up.. we dont give a *****What yall niggaz want.. we dont give a *****Thug, life, is, mineYall need to give it up.. we dont give a *****..What yall niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine
