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[Havoc] Yea.. Amerikaz Motherfuckin Nightmare bitch [Havoc] They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Live in the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Live in the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare [Havoc] Dogs, I think smarter, reach harder slugs travel much farther Niggaz stomped a Timberland wearing face carver With the box cutter, top gutter I hover over you lames, Run for cover, end in your brain (yea) You did your thang but not very good And by the looks of things, You can't come back to the hood This is not a good look for you my nigga Wus really poppin, Inquirin minds wanna know How you rocking them new guns, we cope those Invoke, like we bought 'em in Costco's Don't get yaself murk'd, wet shirt Said it first, hurry this that red alert You ain't gotta get buck to know that this letter hurt The sight of my Hammer, gotcha heart pumping Nerves twitching, Eyes jumping, heads will roll when the pound starts kicking You be missing Moms will be wearing that yellow ribbon While I'm somewhere in the Carribean Islands, chillin [Chorus] They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here Locking the flesh with the Tec's they never scared Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare [Prodigy] Yea꿃un..You know we keep them big thangs ( big thangs ) That make dead people when we hit brains (hit brains) It's a wrap for the sequel get yo whip spray'd (whip sprayed ) Tho I rather hit you walkin, get yo shit shaved ( shit shaved ) Plus showered up, talkin then we split, EY (woo wooo) Wont catch me gun smokin, have the cops think There was drugs that provoke it while we rollin, EY Baby girl, I see you, can I get a taste Of that thang, heard its lethal in a good way Just so you kno I ain't the one that get yo clit ate But hope you got a strong back, I'll make yo shit break You'll be walking like a penguin for a few days Yo Bitch, you know we got BIG CASH Money fallin out our pockets, give you whiplash When we drive past your project, ain't nobody can stop us Infamous they can't stop us, They want our spot Yo fall bak nigga we got this [Chorus ] [Prodigy] I got love for my niggaz, love for my niggaz Love for my niggaz, got love for my niggaz I bust thugs for my niggaz, thug for my niggaz Thugs for my niggaz, bust bloods for my niggaz [Havoc] Yo slugs touchin, medics will rush you Jay dusting for Prince, make shift Morgues made for you pricks You know wuts on my hips, you know the hood that I rep You know we dumpin' them clips You in the valley of death [Prodigy] Get comfortable nigga, you runnin out of breath (outta breath) Ya blood is spilling thru the sealing of the necks (of the necks) Floor or have you flood the cement Ouside somewhere on the streets, no longer in the flesh |
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| 2. |
| 3:13 |
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Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose -) Jean Plum
"... whether I, win or looooose" {*variations of this sample repeat throughout the song*} [Havoc] Another day another dollar it's about gettin money Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long my hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm [Prodigy] It's like ahh shit it's on, time to go shoppin For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb My clothes, be the same shit that we had on And fuck lookin cute, save that for the broad [Havoc] It's the H-A-V-O, C-dump-and-reload Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin through the peephole Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those But get locked and I'm sluttin lady C.O.'s [Prodigy] And we the only niggaz you know, that fuck they P.O.'s They push our files to the top, you still on parole We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans [Chorus] "Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose" [H] But losin ain't a option girl My destination is top of the world, top of the world "Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose" [H] But losin ain't a option girl My destination is top of the world, top of the world [Havoc] Y'all like bitches - the chit-chatterin Stay not likin a nigga but givin dap to him Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him Never get cool with you niggaz, I end up clappin 'em [Prodigy] Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggaz Franklin and Grant, get yo' ass blammed with the quickness Y'all niggaz is finished You overdosin the world with that cute shit It's time for this realness [Havoc] And here I go again, lettin the mac blow Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone For real, put it on her like {?} wrapped dome, f'real [Prodigy] Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors We run laps around e'ry artist on your payroll Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black with the black rims, killin yo' bitch in her a-hole uh-oh! [Chorus] {*samples continue to fade*} |
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| 3. |
| 2:56 |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
All day baby, all day [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit [Havoc] You know my story, you can feel me, you know how I get done I'm bout the money, I been at it for a little while Never put the metal down Hunger never satisfy, billion dollar Snicker bar And once I settle down, pre-nup to the lucky broad A Bentley Coupe, a bless in the backseat First day, once they hand over them keys Couple of G's, I'm trickin on the watermelon trees So high, so stuck, like Jay's Rucker team On the bus no diss f'real stuck Just countin that, money and still visit my niggaz on the Island The money mountain I climb it, it won't stop My money too dirty to ever go pop It's a lot, you could do with a fifty {?} watch Steadily, eliminate, competition and flood That block with the primo, cuz the trunkilo{?} Not for too long, gotta stay on top of your people [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit [Prodidgy] It don't matter if it's the winter or summertime I got the mac in my pants Make niggaz do that dance, they fuck with mines It always come a time, when it's time to flip You only flippin when you hit by a gun of mines You broke and you wanna shine, you in a dollar van I'm in a oh-five G-55 That girl you with's a friend of mine, I hope that's not yo' wife You wouldn't do that if you seen the bitch other side We ain't got time for peasants, the streets need our presence They not gettin fed from them other guys We in the hood like drugs, if we ain't out on tour with Mobb Deep written on the headline While y'all poppin all that lip We does what y'all talk and more of that kid Unfold one of my knots, it look like a brick We'll never go broke, while you sit and bitch [Chorus - Havoc] I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit |
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| 4. |
| 3:18 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:42 |
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Something’s happenin’
cause everything’s different, but everything is fine, yeah Cause this is the good stuff and yesterday is only what you leave behind it’s only in your mind Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes There’s no use pretendin’ you (or it) never existed til you saw the light, yeah Cause you’re just beginning you haven’t missed it it’s only in you, and you know what to do Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes If the world wasn’t the way she is now you’d be mysterious she’s got more use and give it to me When nobody’s happy that’s not the world outside where everybody hides Chorus: You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes Yeah, thank you, thank you yeah, everything will stop yeah, thank you, thank you for the light in your eyes yeah, thank you, thank you yeah, everything will stop yeah, thank you, thank you, for the light in your eyes for the light in your eyes |
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| 6. |
| 2:54 |
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Alchemist - fuck is the deal nigga?
Uh-huh, yeah .. Yeah .. when you hear the .. Yeah .. [Prodigy] P yeah you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars Gallons of Bacardi, been at the awards I need a bitch like Christina Aguiler-y for a broad I know I can splack that, she dyin for a thug And she heard of me, she know about my Infamous life Shootouts in New York with various types Fast money, faster guns, we party e'ry night Cause we perform, e'ry day of the week for that price (Mobb Deep) Who you know got a similar catalogue and still sound brand new, like we just started? The Carhatt Mobb, Guess jean team Forty inch chain gang, volume please So these people can hear the sounds of Queens I make your arm hairs stand up, it had to be me Mixed with the A-L-C and H-A-V N.Y.C. to L.A., we do our swing E'rybody have a ball, e'rybody party E'rywhere you turn it ain't nuttin but phatties and hotties E'rything is all love 'til you try to try me That's when I make e'rybody {*shhhh*} [Chorus] When you hear the .. it's on When you hear the .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on [Havoc] Yo I'ma glow, like a dirty bomb, jux, with the certy arm Rippin anything, that you motherfuckin hear me on Add it to the catalogue, heavy hitters had the song Niggaz showin no feelings and me, got 'em camoflauged (F'real baby) You little babies so emotional And tip-toe around the beef until that toast to you Ain't got no problem in smokin you Enemies I could deal with, be the ones that's close to you And do, what I'm 'posed to do, approach Duke Why you faggots only squeezin from out, the vocal booth? Know my style be that overproof, open the Coupe Open your face was talkin, wasn't talkin to you And now the medics gotta mind to your face, tyin the lace You tellin that a D.A. got 'em tryin the case, yeah Bottom line you cowards is ass Know Mobb good, in numbers y'all music is trash {*gunfire*} When you hear the .. [Chorus] - echoes to fade When you hear the .. it's on When you hear the .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on When you hear that .. it's on |
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| 7. |
| 4:39 |
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| 8. |
| 3:34 |
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Yeah-h-h-h, one two one two
Yeah, okay, now You know who we got up in this bitch M.O. - M.O.B.B.B. [Chorus - Prodigy] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) [Havoc] And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck) Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust Death toll addin up, them razors we let 'em rust Them haters we clap 'em up, countin cash, that's us Catch me in that GT Coupe, with the flat screen drooped In the driver's seat souped, cause it's a Bentley When I pass by, have you stuck, S.U.'s, black 'em up Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot, sorta for my mascots That pop off, buck buck Sick 'em Fido, let the car idle, I ain't never been there Shit can happen have yo' ass, disappear in thin air Shit real, y'all not, get robbed in a car lot You bitch you call cop, you snitch and that's off top My biscuit is gonna pop, whether you like it you not Ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot (boy) [Chorus] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) [Prodigy] Yo yo yo yo dunny you comedy with tragedy nigga You go 'head, keep smilin, we ain't laughin my nigga We dead serious, you niggaz is livin jokes We don't game around, these bullets'll eat through your bones Y-y-y-yeah, that's right you heard me nigga, reach for your chrome When you see us, better bleed us off the top of the dome Meanin you better get to squeezin cause our reason is gone Meanin that shit is out the window, we won't give it a thought And we don't give a loud motherfuck about who you are What's your set that you rep, you can get 'em involved (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all you hearin when you go at the Mobb (*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*) is all I'm sayin if you tryin to talk We what you would call, niggaz that talk it walk it and live it Your music is not "Murder," you an Infamous mimic You what we would call, niggaz who suck dick for a living Get off our balls, or we'll take chances for prison [Chorus] (Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin in the street Ever front on him (yeah) that's how you get popped (Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty and she hot (hot) Young thuggin in the street, givin up the crotch (crotch) |
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| 4:08 |
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| 4:22 |
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| 11. |
| 3:46 |
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<i>[Havoc]</i>
You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you folding You be the death of you, every dude, last view will be arial Put the Range on off road, the woods to bury you Never question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a state Crime or federal, task force to battle you Faggots, know what the lead'll do, put ya vest on daddy Them slugs will burn like verenial, off top to carry you Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta, and shotty You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt for they addy They drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap me Give a fuck if it's tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to guns Muthafucka, polygamy, nigga, they vary Being need of some medical, livin' life as vegetable Take that, think about it and don't try nothin' fancy Make a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forces Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue And clog the fuck outta a vessel, and got you seeing me crystal Niggaz sweatin' in they sleep, I got them sleepin' with pistols I'm the dope, you the fiend, fuckin' right, I'm fiction <i>[Chorus 2X: Havoc]</i> Shot a nigga from frontin', I'm on the run now Nigga try to fuck with my hustle, I'm on the run now Used to gettin' paper, I'm touchin', I'm on the run now Life is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now <i>[Prodigy]</i> Nigga be duckin' and slidin', cuz they know we providin' All the shots for they night, they on us, we got it It's on us, you can put ya money back ya pocket Keep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbing I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some shit Now you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flip Without a thought, now we up in the whips We pay our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dicks Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin' Got her shootin' at people, mad cuz they do leave them They can't believe it, now my car change with the seasons When the spring, summer, fall, the truck droppin' the t-rex I be boatin' and flying, strapped in when I'm driving Be on the side walking off, we truly be wilding They got billions behind 'em, still can't fuck with our rhyming And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin' <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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| 3:58 |
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Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh Just throw your hands in the air Yeah.. Yo [Havoc] I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear its crystal I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through I don't kill you thats what it'll do Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love Often above them cowards and them so called thugs When we come through respect is there, cause we demand it Know the mobb is in the building, we officially landed Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't stand us Try to raid us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin' cuz it might be a chance that it won't pop off If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin' it on You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off This southern cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross [Chorus] So if you goin' thru it but you won't let it hold you down (Just throw up your hands) C'mon ma We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans [Prodigy] Theres only few things i die for Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for we don't take time off, we take rhymes off Come with somethin better than that, to blow your mind more Gettin our shine on... I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb Rain on your parade and you can thank god Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin' Really it wasnt called for, and you don't want it to call for it, don't play my gun, it go off Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas Out there like the concord I show you how to get murdered, and the cops never catch on I show you how to do songs, then after than show you how to do them contracts and get yours [Chorus 2x] [Havoc] We ain't finished yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon You know that thing in the stash box Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt, you know we gon lock ass Inevitable, can't control them slugs Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs Flood the block with nothin but that gangsta shit Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch. [Prodigy] It's plain to see, that you could never snake me I never let the grass grow past my Nikes Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick outside with thermo shirts underneath tees I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people Try and contest Mobb Deep Uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon [Chorus] Yeah M-O-B-B Baby (Just throw up your hands) 0-4.. Kanye Flip it out my nigga |
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| 4:31 |
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| 2:59 |
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Yeah, bout to get my head right on this one
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, uh-huh uh-huh Yeah Yeah! C'mon [Havoc] Hav' come through, slump low with the seat back With somethin in the stash to push a elephant bean back Shit, my shit is touchin, hungry hurry up need that Tryin to live right, only a juk for the relapse (yeah) Perhaps I'll fold, maybe I won't Go back to it like an old bitch I boned Nigga Havoc he a problem 'specially when he zoned Let a nigga get foul like the wool he smoked, so Smell me people, these clowns ain't equal to I Bitches feel me cause they love my vibe Know what a chick want, know what a chick need Recognize the difference from a male, and chicken feed I'm blessed that's why my neck is glistening You in a slump cause you not listening We hold our own and earn our keep And never ever get more than the one eye sleep [Prodigy] (We up!) Word man (We up!) I be havin nightmares son (We up!) (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) I don't even wanna go to sleep no more (We up!) I be havin the illest dreams son (We up!) Tell you about this shit son (We up!) Yo (Everybody wake up!) I'm havin dreams of squeezin a gun that don't work And some nigga with a tec come and wet my shirt I catch bullets in my stomach, and them shits burn I wake up sweatin, holdin my stomach cause it hurt Yo the shit seem too real, I'm dyin of thirst I gotta drink mad water just to calm me down thirst 'fore I get back to sleep, and get some rest Then I can't get back to sleep, I'm too stressed I got the shotty real close, right under my bed I know that work, cause I been practicin with my gauge at the range, nigga I'm nice wit it Nigga motherfuck them dreams, I'm real life wit it You'll be coughin up yo' spleen, guts an' all kinda shit You invade my space, I'm beatin the case Nigga come fuckin with me, yeah that's my kind of shit Please, or all of my guns'll be a waste [Havoc] (We up!) Yeah, I feel you my nigga (We up!) No doubt (We up!) That's why I'm glad we up man (And I love it, and I love it) (We up!) We got niggaz to do that shit for us y'know? (We up!) Word up man (We up!) That's right my nigga we up (We up!) (Everybody wake up!) |
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| 3:55 |
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<i>[Havoc]</i>
Gun wars, money, hustle, the hoes Niggaz that don't get along for life, that's how it go Momma's victim, take care of there kids, and let 'em roam And you can see how he or she gon' be when they get grown Your childhood, ideals crushed, youth press due and stuffed that Basically, just go fuck ya ass up, you a volcano about to erupt Runnin' the corrupt guns shiny, but them basketball trophies covered in dust Them babies kids, the innocent that was lost in Not them, circumstances, and had that hand forced When I was little, yeah I dreamt of the Porshe, and of course Ain't get it, admitted, them loose rocks, the only source To that shit that rob and lease, preech the riddle was in reach God, give me one last word, to kill her Yo, you lookin' down in the hood, willin' with that advice But it's beat the other nigga, gettin' killed tonight <i>[Chorus 2X: Havoc]</i> Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change Some things'll neva change <i>[Prodigy]</i> Make a nigga say, fuck birthday, and fuck Christmas Fuck a wishlist, I'm writing out my shitlist It got a lot of names, I got a lot of time Blow out brains, see now you out ya fuckin' mind You get gauged, for a pound of the wicked nine Ya playin' games to the sound of them guns fire Cereal and powdered milk, that was then then A-1 Sauce sandwiches, we was children Growing up broke, snatching chains and coats Smokin' weed with coke, sellin' fiends soap Drunk sleepin' on the bench, I couldn't make it upstairs Woke up and seen the kids on they way to school, shit Borrow money for my drug dealing friends So I can buy beer, yeah that'll put me on my feet again See, this real shit, you probably neva been through Ching-ching, now I got bling, but.. <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[Havoc]</i> Back to back, nigga, just gettin' knocked Since swallowin' the pack, guess what, his heart stopped It all happens in the hood, it never seems to stop And even the good ones, get drugs planted by them dirty copss <i>[Prodigy]</i> Back to back, niggaz be gettin' shot You would think that they would learn from they first time being popped From the hospital, straight back to the block Can't budge my thugs, this is what we love and <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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