Mobb Deep - Solidified Lyrics
[Prodigy]Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, neverAs we continue onWith more of this drama for yo' ass{"She asked me why.."You niggaz always startin somethinand beefin with rappers, why our music so violentand so dramatic, where's the love?Why y'all go so much staticIs it real for real or all for sales?I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick"We been gettin burned like the Waco kidsI don't need to diss rappers for recognitionYou better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda MuzikYou can't be SE-RIOUSWe created this drama shit, we set the trendWe taught you niggaz bout diamonds and gunsAnd numerous ways we choose to earn fundsWe veterans, we got a decade of albumsNiggaz done came and went, and we still poppinOur name is carved in stoneEven the new blood know, we ain't no joke so[Chorus]Let us solidify this - what's that?We been solidified this - but of course!Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh-huhThey all love +The Infamous+ - but of course!We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man!Who do it better than us? - c'mon man!Who continue to bang and bump?That's right{"She asked me why.."[Havoc]I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twicewithout the headlights, case niggaz know my whereaboutsWanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with lifeI'ma, thug it out, front you payin the priceAnd I'm a nigga who can roll the dice, put up the cribWon't sweat if I lose, bet your ass won't liveto collect this splurge of mines, never thatI'm a sore loser the (?), reverse with hammersHit your mans up if they press the issueSome dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with ledLodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friendGet it twisted and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuitsMake no difference my nigga, we handle businessSo please with the questions they right in, front of your faceHomey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so[Chorus][Prodigy]Nigga that you used to click with turned on youIdiots you used to rap with hatin on youDid you really get juxed for half a mill' in jewelsat the video shoot?I tell you this boo-boo:My stick-o's still my stick-oMy stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)You got rhymes?You got stomach for the Mobb?You got stomach for P?I get my rocks off[Havoc]Believe nothin that you hear and only half of what you seeNiggaz never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heatNiggaz wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweetNiggaz butches on they records but they never handle beefKnow nothin bout golden seal, seein your P.O.Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O.*****in right, I'm a man of the people but I will kill youIf you *****-blockin the paper the shit'll get real dude (so)[Chorus]
