Mobb Deep - Stole Something Lyrics
(feat. Lloyd Banks)[havoc]Woooh, Yeah, You Can Get With This, Or You Can Get With ThatI Don't Got To Tell You Hoe, You Know I Got That CrackThree For The Price Of One, You Know I Have You Comin' BackYou Can Have Me A P.o. Absolute, And It's A RapIt's A Fact, Niggaz Know, ***** With Us You Gettin' ClappedNo I Won't, Say Your Name, Cause It Just Put You On The MapAnd I Ain't, Into Lettin' Niggaz Eat, No Never ThatShorty Love The Way I Swing My Game, I Got A Better BatKnow I'm Lethal With This Rap Shit, C'mon Baby Holla BackCut That Juggler, You Bleedin', No There Ain't No Stoppin' ThatI Don't Sleep, My Eyes Open, Maybe A Good PowernapSpit A Verse, Then I Eventually Watch The Cheddar StackI'm Shittin' On Niggaz, Shittin' Like It's A ??This A Standin' Ovation For Homey, With A Tek ClapF That, We Takin' Over Baby, And That's ThatCatch Me *****in' With A ***** That Can't Stand Rap[hook: Havoc - 2x]I Get At Niggaz Like The Stole From Me, Stole From MeTheir Bank Account Lookin' Like No Money, No MoneyThere Go Police, Shorty Just Hold For Me, Hold For MeYou Want To Work? Then Pump This O For Me, O For Me[prodigy]Gunpowder Resi' On The Sleeve Of My PelleI Had To Burn My Leather, And Toss (my Buddy)Two Hundred Calls Comin' In On My CellyI Had To Cut The Ringer, Like "***** E'rybody"Drive The Bulletproof All The Way To CaliLay Low For A Month Or So - Gettin' VeryHigh - Where I'm Goin' It Gets My Mind Of The BonesBack On The East Coast I BuryNow I'm Partyin' With Halle BerryThis Hollywood Shit'll Catch You Slippin' If You Let ItSo Niggaz Started Grillin' MeLike They Was Gon' Take My Things, So I Assumed I Had To Set ItNow It's Blood Splashed All On The Ice In My JewelleryThey Don't Know Who Did It, Cause I Did It SmoothlyTake My Ass Back To QueensIt's Not Like I Look For Trouble, It Seems Trouble Always Finds Me, Then[hook: Havoc - 2x][lloyd Banks]Look, I Got Tons Of Old Beef, And A Brand New FortyA Hardcore Groupie That Would Take A Bullet For MeA High-priced Lawyer, Just In Case A Nigga SnapAnd Can't Take A Joke, And Pop A Nigga Over RapA Horrible Splatter In A Matter Of A SecondDead Over A Record, Shit He Sound Like He Meant ItMy Crew Greater, Yeah I'm Talkin' To You HaterI'm Too Major, Two-tone Blue GatorNew Blazer, Big Gun, Little RazorSo Raise Up, That Ain't How Your Momma Raised YaThey Wire-tappin' To Hear Somethin', They Ear-hustlin'They Won't Bust Him, Why They Came In And Handcuffed HimIt's Nothin', There's More 'mati's (automatics) At The SpotOne Flat Tire's Gon' Matter If They PopI Pop Up Tomorrow With The Wagon Off The LotStashbox, With The Nine Magnum With A Wop[hook: Havoc - 2x]
