Mobb Deep - Know Da Game (feat. M. O. P. & Noyd) Lyrics
[Mobb Deep]Shit is real on the mutha*****ing hill, GodTimes is hard, visons blurred kid, I can't see farThinking will I be the next nigga deceasedOver some bullshit beef I pack heatSon it's '96 and I ain't going out like thatNever roll a dollo cuz my crew got my backAnd it's a fact, niggas don't know how to actTill I cop back, react, leave 'em laying on they backSometime I try to maintain and chillStop my brain from thinking, restrain from grabbing my stealI'm stressed out, trying to live right on the wrong routeThinking of ways to get loot in large amountsSo I chill on the block, nigga respect minesA giver wit the mac and the mother*****ing tech ninesSo pack steel if you come through, front if you want toBefore you do, so let me warn youWe more infamous, crime shit, take it to the gat***** the rhyme shit, you reminded of what the nine didRemanded, QBC, then left strandedWe ***** cannons, punishing and back handing[Chorus] - 2X[M.O.P.]In order to survive the gameKnow the gameHold your nameAnd let them niggas knowThe way to win the warAttend the warEnd the warAnd let your hammer go[Kool G. Rap]Yo, I'll leave your whole body twisted when you get liftedAnd police'll have to fist rumblistics on a bisket, another statisticI try to chill but you insisted coming all in my districtI don't know why the ***** you risk itI be more deep, walking the streets, packing the heatBring the cowmeat, you'll lifted off your feetand leave you sleeping on the concreteGet blown at home or whatever is on your boneGet to flown to your dome, blow chromosones out your flesh and bonesHitman for hire, who's the next one to expireShoot it up in black attire, hit you wit the rapid fireThe stainless bisket will leave your brain smokingYour whole frame broken and clothes soaken, head blown the ***** openTry to step inside my fort and get caughtWit the trey pound shorter left on the sidewalks of New YorkThe decompose, blood flows are holes in your clothes, eyes closedBody be frozed, posing for pictures with a roseHead to your toes, look like you got wetted with a hoseThe road you choose got your brain drain through your nose, niggaSo who be commiting crimes, dangerous minds, put two to your spineLay you behind enemy linesWhen we cross it and leave you like a broken faucetThe underworld production family can reinforce it[Mobb Deep]Yo, when shit get real, it ain't what you expectedMe and kikos are known to get hecticOnly to wreck shit, many slugs in all directionsMake you see the light when my shot makes connectionsNiggas get their face split in sectionShooked, using ice grilled looks for they protectionWe absorb everything you fearAnd indulging in crime-filled atmosphereThis shit ain't nuttin' new, it's only things that we used toWe used to stick niggas on the F through toThe E train, when it's time to recruitI humble on the D train, see my man DDon't need to purchase my cocaine, word to my newborn seedA nigga gotta make loot to support greedOn the wildside of the fence, the shit is on the verge of explosionIt's so cold, you might get frozenIf you leave yourself vulnerable and time laspingFools collasping and caught up in gun clappingNo matter who you are if you know many facesI don't discriminate, my shot bleed all racesAnd coaches, we sorts like vulturesEating your insides like ulcers and pour niggas closer nigga[Chorus]
