Quiet Storm(live) - Mobb Deep

{*rain and thunder in the background*}

In broad daylight get right..

Just been through it all man

Blood sweat and tears

Niggaz is dead and sh*t {*music fades in*}

What the *** else can happen yo?

I dont think much more son, word to mother 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

Queen bee baby

That sh*t is the truth

Lil' kim, b.i.g.

I'm not lyin..

Yo.. {*echoes*}

Blowin niggaz wit rusty a** german things

Keepin it thorough is our mother***in claim to fame

Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all

Hit em with the four

Don't even know him from a hole in the wall

Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?

Put it right where they back be

Keep my dunns close to me, enemies even closer

Sendin kites with the motorolas, yo

Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match

Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats

Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's

Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me

How about that, send the queen bee to attack

Only a fly *** like that can leave em and laugh

Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead

Yo i smile up in your face though i'm plottin instead

Uhh, uhh

Chorus: lil' kim (repeat 2x)

Yo it's the real sh*t, sh*t to make you feel sh*t

Thump em in the club sh*t

Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop *echoes*)

*** to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a ni**a od cause it's never enough

"hot damn hoe, here we go again"

+lyte as a rock+ ***, hard as a *** ***

This sh*t knock for blocks through hardtops

In the parkin lots, where my ni**a rock like to spark-a-lot

My brook-lyn style speak for itself

Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt

The embezzler, chrome treasurer

The u-n-o competitor, i'm ten steps ahead of ya

I'm a leader, y'all on some followin sh*t

Comin in this game on some modelin sh*t

***es suck *** just to get to the top

I put a hundred percent, in every line i drop

It's the q to the b, with the m-o, b-b

Queensbridge brooklyn and we're d-double-e-p

What? y'all wish i lived the life i live

Aiyyo prodigy, tell em what this is dunn

Uhh, uhh

Chorus

Yo, i could never get enough of it, yo that's my sh*t

I need that sh*t, to boost my adrenaline

Yo rock that sh*t, that real life sh*t

Makes ***es wanna thug it, makes the projects love it

We come through like, "*** it"

Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it

Infamous mobb bosses, check out the portrait

At the round table, my dunn speakin with his twin ghost

It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch

Attracted to our style, this is how we get down

Wit big jewelry and big guns

We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody

Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin

'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin

M-o-b-b, got the whole spot jumpin

When my niggaz step in the place

Damn, you gotta luv it

Chorus

It's the real

Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop..