Mobb Deep - Thug Muzik Lyrics
The infamous all around and you know we get downSo everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud soundThug muzik, thug muzik (2 times)All thats loose leaf, my big gameScrow foul lives, snake eyesReady with steel at any given timeIm a kill, stone-hearted nigga at willDone this shit real, riddle in a life appealAnd losing again for real like -armageddon-Tech sweating your directionYour face change applectionMy whole life been destined, to show as the moon, shape cressinCaressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubsIm blessed, mics of all types learn their lessonLive from the strike -deadly-Like gas chambers and pengas in jailYou know the dreal, qb on the hill where I chill41 side still real, it aint gone changeMy niggas think long range crack the skull frameSimple and plain fake niggas want claim fameReal niggas up north, the vack sing singIt dont make a diff don, first nigga if doneWe hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun upNigga you be done up right, qb at the end of the nightTake a serveChorusWhats your position?Trying to come at me sidewaysBut they ass backwards, jealousy- thats all that isI see that shit a mile away, but its all gravyOne little glitch and your plan getting hit babyI got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cutLike a pit never give upCharacter ass, amateur ass, damage your assWith a touch of class handle that assTwo aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gasDoing them cats, my crews in the backLosing it black, I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gatHitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strappedOn some queens bridge survival shit, we strike like thatFull force, we blast at your main sourceChorusAs I sit back don, I think about my pastWhen my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabsOr at the time when my brother got splashedIt hurt my ass, to see him passBut now I gotta keep on moving to get this cashYou better kill his ass, if you wanna passThe premicise for the ministers kidCalled the infamousForgive but we never forgetAll that fake snake shit, could I never regretCause I learn from mistakes that be guiding my stepsBut we pull out and ***** twice niggaWhen you least expectChorusIts murda muzik, real life situations, placed on the paperFor all you cats rapping acting like it cant happenNigga we the most infamous, my teamGlows in the dark and clicks the dullestOverconfident niggas get punishedTake a number and get in and get on line for dramaYou whiling like you was one of my ownThat shit dont mix, we clashingMake moves, handle your bizGun pos, take action, reach for thoseLong chrome noses -up- my gun blowsYour legs turn noodles, you shot a few going downI give you that much, you aint outClose but no ci-gar, you must be a *****ing retardExtending your arm in my directionYou better squeeze hard, my rank is that of up most respectYou niggas only know what you heard on cassetteManifest words in a flash, niggas only see the lightAfter they bleed a few pintsTake your most vp don, leave them like the letter tYou wont see me run, unless its policeNow take these words home and think it throughFor the next rhyme we write might be about you donAll you niggas so confuses, this is giving you thug muzik (2 times)
