Give Up the Goods (Just Step) (Explicit) - Mobb Deep&Big Noyd

Mobb Deep

Big Noyd

专辑:《The Infamous (Explicit)》

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Give Up the Goods (Just Step) (Explicit) - Mobb Deep&Big Noyd 歌词

Give Up the Goods (Just Step) (Explicit) - Mobb Deep/Big Noyd

Ayo queens get the money long time no cash

I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast

The fool retaliated so I had to think fast

Pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last

Now who the f**k you think is living to this day

I'm tryna tell these young n***as crime don't pay

They looked at me and said queen's n***as don't play

Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way

It's type hard tryna survive in new york state

Can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate

Po po comes around and tries to relocate me

Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me

Cause having cash is highly addictive

Especially when you're used to having money to live with

I thought step back look at my life as a whole

Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul

I'm out for delfia selfia p's not helping ya

I'm tryna get this lexus up and plus a cellular

Yo big noyd what up cousin I can't cope

With all these crab n***as tryna shorten my rope

Yo it's the r-a-double-p-e-r

N-o-y-d n***as can't f**k with me

Coming straight outta qb pushing an infiniti

You ask can I rip it constantly mentally

Definitely to the death of me come and test me

Trust me ni**a couldn't touch me if he snuff me

So bust me you're gonna have to cause I'mma blast you

My lyrical like a miracle ill spiritual

I'm born with it I'm getting on with it

And I'mma have it 'til I'm f**king dead and gone with it

Cause I'm a what composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor

Don't make me buck ya cause I'm a wild mothaf**ka

You know my flow you know my steelo

Even pack my gat when I go to see my po

Jump out my hooptie pass my gat and my lucci

To my shorty in case my po try to troop me

To the island and if I start wilding

Flipping on n***as walking around with the nice gold medallions

But she didn't violate me so I escaped see

Back to queen's pumping the fiends making more cream

Know what I mean I'm a natural born hustler

Won't try to cut ya pull out my 4 4 and bust ya

Hey yo ain't no time for faking jacks cause brothers who fake jacks

Get laid on their backs the streets is real

Can't roll without steel I feel how I feel

Cause I was born to kill do what I gotta

To eat a decent meal brothers is starving

Don't try to find a job son it's all about robbing

So don't be alarmed when we come through

We supposed to if you opposed to get your face blown dude

Off the map cause I react attack

A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that

Drug dealing only mess with shorties that's appealing

I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling

Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride

Sipping e&j getting bent all night

Yo who that I never seen him in my whole life step to his business

Cause it's only right po-po ain't around so I grab my pound

Money retaliated so I hit the ground my life is on the line

Gotta hold my projects down can't see myself getting bodied

By a clownass ni**a that ain't even from my town

Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead

And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens

I stop firing to cut a** like a diamond jetted to the cribpiece

What a relief stashed the heat then proceeded to peep

Out the window call my son yo son we got beef

But no question money had a problem so I solved him

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid

Thinking of ways to take loot already made

There's crime in the air ain't no time to be afraid

Give me yours and get laid give up the goods and get sprayed

I got lots of love for my crew that is

No love for them other crews and rival kids

All them out-of-town n***as know what time it is

And if they don't they need to buy a watch word up

Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt up

While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup

On a park bench on 12th street my whole crew's famous

You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless

First of all slow down you on the wrong route

Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about

The street life ain't nothing to play with

No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same sh*t

Just drinking liquor doing bids extorting crack heads

And sticking up the stick-up kids

The stick-up kids the stick-up kids