Mobb Deep - Right Back At You Lyrics
(prodigy)Yea, yea, check it outNow run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whateverWe can die togetherAs long as I send your maggot ass to the esscenseI dont give a fuk about my prescenceIm lost in the blocks of hate and cant waitFor the next crab nigga to step and meet fateIm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel24-7. mac 11 is my peopleSo why you wanna end your little life like thisCuz now you bump head wit kids thats lifelessI live by the day only if I survive the last nightDamn, right, I aint trying to fightWe can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floorMy slugs will put a stop to your hardcoreWays of action, I grab the gat andAint no turning back when I start blastingPick up the handle and insert the potion***** the shit back in a calm like motionNo signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in dangerNever share your plans wit a stranger, word is born(chorus)I put the glock on you kid, now I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crewLets get it on nigga, do what we gotta doYou bucking me, Im bucking right back at youChorus(havoc)Fuk where youre at kid, its where youre fromCuz where Im from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big gunsAround my way, niggaz dont got no remorse for out of townersCome through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounderThe loud sounder, ear ringerAnd Im a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingersYou got a real ice grill but are you really realStep to the hill and Im a test your gun skillsCuz real niggaz dont try to profileYou just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyleBut swing that bullshit this wayAnd Im a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stayQueensbridge, thats where Im fromThe place where stars are born and phony rappers get done6 blocks and you might not make it throughWhat you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at youWit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crushYou thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fukWhat the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed youTo come out your face, now I have to wet youThrow on my tims, black mask and black ? serpent?Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the j-30Chorus(rae and ghostface)Whos the richest nigga in the project, who got it liveRocking convertibles, frop tops and mad highPeace to that whiz kid and playas on his teamWhos organize, all eyeballs is on creamAnd yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shitWhip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricksYour whole crews ravishing, teams untouchableIn the jungle, banging nas, mobb deep and wuTheres money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sonsJums is in the mailboxes, *****es holding your gunsYou know whats out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siranSealed tight, keep the freshness, thats how we expandMasked avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrenderGet ninjaed on the island, plus the bridge, boy remember(big noyd)My little thugs selling drugs and hes strugglingThe game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousinBut he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projectsBut wit no doubt, shorties out for his respectBut is his brain insane from the lyeFrom smoking that 118 ? chiny tye?Why, a nigga just died last weekAs he swore he was growing, hes a thug in the streetBut its like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack macHis eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his backBut Im stressed and he need to be blessedWit a firepack, dont even go there cuz it aint like thatSlow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play meYou must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed meThen he was swayze, the shot must of dazed meThugs selling drug, busting slugs, but he aint crazy
