Mobb Deep - Nighttime Vultures Lyrics
Verse one: havoc and prodigyYo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawninVague memory of last night now its all dawninLook down and see dry blood all on my garmentIt stained all my guess farmers, colored enormousI hopped up, outta my bed holdin my headFlashbacks of gun shots shot past my headI can recall an eight man brawl three men fallBullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wallLeft a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mailDirectly at the cat that made my man blood spillAn eye for an eye you know my science of lifeIs you man or mice thugs or the cowardly typeI kick the 98 shit for your ears to listNigga p where you headed its time to pass kids[whats the kids be doin yo]Kickin rhymes thats true liesLet me break em down to size minimize they air air timeAfter this you never will go back to that whichSit back an write half ass shitThe last official takin out the artificialLet me relieve you replace that shit with some lethalMobb, remember the name its been alongThat niggas shook to death from the first *****in songFluidly my mind flooded with jewels infiniteThe kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shitBear witness to this diligent street catI carry myself hold myself down in factThis one dedicated to my niggaz on runHoldin big gats go for your gunPrepare to crush them we trust noneMan who aint down with the clanThe mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other typeNigga you could ***** with you shit outta luckBoss I break your compass throw you way off courseWe buildin from ground up startin from ground zeroMafia on da see the name upon the mirrorDurable physically fit raps articulateYou get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculousStill facinated by my steLittle p wanna be me, huh you no dChorus: prodigyOne time son you know we be the illest in thisPush the shit back, qbc gat, plottin to move backThe big mouth cat shipll sink to the bottomEasily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggazVerse two: raekwon the chefYo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit onScrew on drysell nigga with his loot onWatch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shitDiamond on some h&r block shitHear me, gets larry and his sneakers are shotWord to me dunn, the uniform do mean a lotI approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get upWhat fuss on the bottom face slit upYeah where you from Im from hereYou know brina and javier, and little life doin thirty yearsAnalyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guyLit up the thai said riiiight!Emotionally playin him close like Im suppossed to beSomethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin meI heard sirens now turn around about to hit emSon was pro nine with the emblemGrabbed my goose down the walkie-talkieFoul Im loose now shot went off knocked the juice downIt ricocheted and hit a gs now here comes ems, dunn was leanin near a zxNext time shits parental, God slap fire out yer mentalJet in a boat with rims to mentalChorus 2x
