Mobb Deep - One Of Ours Part. II (feat. Jadakiss) Lyrics
You know, situation like thisSometimes you know you gotta give back to the communityGotta show these mother*****ers how to wipe them thangs off y'know?Teach 'em a little somethin[Havoc]Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifthRagu red, your brain leakin them saucesLike an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bossesPut a pep in that bop that you walk withWhen my tec spittin at reinforcementsI could never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed itSpittin that real, y'all cowards just cough itLike fluids in my lungs, mother*****er I'm more sickYou turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on thisYou talk game grammar school, mines metamorphicDem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all bentMy intent is to sober that ass up, leave 'em all drenchedSee what a few cups of liquor can offsetGot a little paper, I ain't stressin, they all pressAin't sellin records, they come at me for more pressWhen they realize it's real them dudes out coppin more vestsBetter learn how to[Chorus: repeat 2X]Wipe, them guns off, get that money moneyWipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin funnyShow, you mother*****ers, just how hungry youget, when your feet are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *[* changes each repeat][Prodigy]P gunna, shots stay a come upout them hammers at light speed, make it a hot summerin New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground ZeroThe Big Apple, with the worms in the middle (eww)The White Castle, the Empire StateThe home of that Time Magazine new faceMetropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come fromby how the cash stack, and how I make a gun bustBut look past that, and listen how a killer beImagine the concert, they dancin on they seatsShorty mad gettin stained, she damn near about to faintShe never saw a grimy dirty nigga like, PWith mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blinkDon't wanna miss a thing, the song that we singMad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blinkDon't wanna miss a thing, the song that we singBANG![Chorus][Jadakiss]My niggaz they can't stop usEv'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppersAll of them is filled to the top with the vest poppersWe can get it on with America's Best CoppersSoon as the lead pop you, whoever don't make itto the funeral or wake can catch you on Ted KoppelI'm a rare thumper, you just a gay niggawith a rainbow sticker on your rear bumperThey say life is short, death is longerThat makes it even harder to express my hungerAnd I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my ownSorta like Tom Hanks talkin to that volleyballA "Cast Away," I'll blast away***** if you broke tomorrow, get cash todayAnd even though it's hard, niggaz is on they jobIt's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll[Chorus]
