Mobb Deep Lyrics
Mobb Deep Lyrics
"Quiet Storm Lyrics"
Life Is Only A Goodbye Lyrics
See the man sittin' at the corner He looks at life and he knows he's lost He thinks of times when he wasn't a loner Of times and people, people that he knew from his past Wanders on trough the streets in the city A place he used to know People laugh, not ashamed of his pity But time grows like his pain and his sorrow We know he's old, but how long will he last He never thought, that life would ever Ever pass him by so fast Sometimes it feels like life's a goodbye Lookin' in from the outside You never turn around, you've got to hide Life i
See the man sittin' at the corner He looks at life and he knows he's lost He thinks of times when he wasn't a loner Of times and people, people that he knew from his past Wanders on trough the streets in the city A place he used to know People laugh, not ashamed of his pity But time grows like his pain and his sorrow We know he's old, but how long will he last He never thought, that life would ever Ever pass him by so fast Sometimes it feels like life's a goodbye Lookin' in from the outside You never turn around, you've got to hide Life i
[Havoc]
In broad daylight get right..
Just been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}
What the fuck else can happen yo?
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth
I'm not lyin..
[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
Wanna Be Manor Lyrics
You can tell I'm no great planner I ended up at the wanna be manor wanna be manor, what a place to be wanna be manor, it's not for me I looked in the door, opened the door peeed on the floor, spotted a whore drugs and filth are all around no clean dishes can be found if you thought that your nightmares were scary wait till you meet the hoe called jerri no one dragged a dead fish in the room it's spreading legs and her female perfume I walked upstairs, I can't explain but I got involved in a three man train was it fun? Yeah, I guess
Chorus: Havoc
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
[Prodigy]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [POW!]
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)
Chorus: Havoc
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
[Prodigy]
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em tha
My new edition's way bitch
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real..)
Chorus: Havoc
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
(the real... hip-hop *echoes*)
You can tell I'm no great planner I ended up at the wanna be manor wanna be manor, what a place to be wanna be manor, it's not for me I looked in the door, opened the door peeed on the floor, spotted a whore drugs and filth are all around no clean dishes can be found if you thought that your nightmares were scary wait till you meet the hoe called jerri no one dragged a dead fish in the room it's spreading legs and her female perfume I walked upstairs, I can't explain but I got involved in a three man train was it fun? Yeah, I guess
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
[Prodigy]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [POW!]
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just
Chalito Lyrics
Buena se?ora la busco a la Rosa me dicen que tiene una flor hermosa picante, barata y fresca. Queremo pegarle un kilito de yerba. Yo soy un gringo argentino venimo del suelo del Diego y el vino en bondi, de a dedo y a pata queremo llevarno la planta pa casa. Cuando me trajo el bagullo me fui corriendo atr s de los yuyos volvimo sonrientes olor a humo le dije a mi Rosa, tom esto es tuyo Oh! ojitos chinos al sol, gustito a loquito, transpiro por el calor llevamo naranja para el baj?n !! Tein poder, Chalito tein ! Tein poder, tein poder !
cared to deathBuena se?ora la busco a la Rosa me dicen que tiene una flor hermosa picante, barata y fresca. Queremo pegarle un kilito de yerba. Yo soy un gringo argentino venimo del suelo del Diego y el vino en bondi, de a dedo y a pata queremo llevarno la planta pa casa. Cuando me trajo el bagullo me fui corriendo atr s de los yuyos volvimo sonrientes olor a humo le dije a mi Rosa, tom esto es tuyo Oh! ojitos chinos al sol, gustito a loquito, transpiro por el calor llevamo naranja para el baj?n !! Tein poder, Chalito tein ! Tein poder, tein poder !
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real.. (yo)
Chorus: Havoc
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
[Prodigy]
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em tha
Unhappy Birthday Lyrics
Go Mody, It’s your birthday Tena Jones is the only girl I want We have a son he looks just like me She’s so fly she don’t have to flaunt From the south she cooks just right, see Last night she got upset, she left From the way it looks she might be gone I love her though, I love her though, I love her though, I love her so Baby with you gone I won’t enjoy the food I won’t enjoy the music or the songs I need you home I’m just not in the mood I won’t enjoy my party all alone (Chorus:) Happy birthday to ya To me it’s j
t shit they been missinGo Mody, It’s your birthday Tena Jones is the only girl I want We have a son he looks just like me She’s so fly she don’t have to flaunt From the south she cooks just right, see Last night she got upset, she left From the way it looks she might be gone I love her though, I love her though, I love her though, I love her so Baby with you gone I won’t enjoy the food I won’t enjoy the music or the songs I need you home I’m just not in the mood I won’t enjoy my party all alone (Chorus:) Happy birthday to ya To me it’s j
My new edition's way bitch
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
(To the real..)
Chorus: Havoc
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
(the real... hip-hop *echoes*)