Feat. littles, noyd
(get me) uh-huh
(they pretty) uh-huh
(wit me) uh-huh
(itand's crispy) yeah!
whoo! uh-huh, uh-huh, yo.
[havoc]
yand'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire
your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her
keep it gully baby boy, share that
easy when you see me, i donand't like to get stared at
niggaz only mad cause they asses canand't rap
soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax
you got a thousand niggaz iand'll do numbers with half that
catch me whylin out with a mami in club black
enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed
yeah, if itand's someand'n iand'm feelin you runnin that
and we donand't let a thing slide baby, whatand's up with that?
talk on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped
havoc make tracks, didnand't know, just hold that
career ainand't goin so well, i got that
slide you some hot shit, nigga itand's a wrap!
[chorus: havoc]
see the cats in the whips wanna - get me
but i got the pounds and them .9and's - they pretty
see me on the streets, them gorillas they - wit me
bills in the pockets, know them things is - crispy
yeah, yand'all niggaz pussy son
yand'all not known for bustin them guns
so for the .9 i got beef for days
yand'all want it wit us donand't get carried away
call the coroner
[littles]
yo, a closed mouth donand't get fed, thatand's why i talk to him
iand'm hungry, niggaz is eatin foand' pounds, i walk through and'em
either you shook or your .9 spray
you got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way
fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up
the name littles got the streets locked the fuck up
dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up
when them mobb deep boys creep or pop the fuck up
there ainand't a nigga that can cramp my style
fifteen get money, livin frozen out
you cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
and'fore i show you what the .9 or three-eighty like
want beef muhand'fucker come and get me
all this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street
not a nickel get sold in the park and'less i eat
think different the macand'll spin you like the g-unit piece
[chorus] - first 1/2
[noyd]
aiyyo, hey hey
look i walk around with my pound in a glass
puffin my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
how i roll? why would you ask?
know iand'm swingin my piece, pocket full of gand's, gun in the stash
i know yand'all roll with the boys with the badge
thatand's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie i just laugh
from the ave, where snitches get blast
they say - no noyd, you wonand't blow makin songs like that
i say - homie you sell your soul to glitter, it donand't last
i donand't get no bigger, iand'ma keep it realer to death
fuck is a check if you ainand't bustin a tec
nigga we countin the scrilla with the gun on the deck
countin the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests
we flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest
we hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
itand's +deep+, we canand't even speak in certain rooms
[chorus]
[prodigy]
nope, you get outta here, fuck outta here.
Iand'm tellin you itand's somethin and'bout them mobb deep boys, they no joke
they blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
itand's not a song, itand's a goddamn bomb fittin to blow
they not a group, they a muhand'fuckin gang for shoand'
more than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
letand's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa
all our guns get blown, all my fools is loc
eand'rytime we drop a new one the streets gonand' go
straight berserk, cause we donand't play with that there
they know itand's safe to spend they money over here
eand'rytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack
that shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
get and'em all higher than scotty could ever beam and'em
they know itand's safe to spend they dough over here
fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast
them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack!
[chorus]
