Prodigy of Mobb Deep Album

[No lyrics]

[Hook: {2Pac sample}]

[2Pac:]
{"And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10"}

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don't end

{"And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10"}

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
I'm on my New York shit
Mobb Deep nigga, Queens, New York shit
Orange boxcutter, that New York shit
Guzzle the whole bottle, that's a New York sip
My baby mom's from Brooklyn, my New York bitch
Got that coke on Broadway, that New York flip
Hoes down South love my New York accent
and cheat on they man, from some New York dick
Niggas get mad, I pop in the clip
And pop for they symbol on they New York fit
With a rusty gun, but the shit still spit
Rubber bands on the handle: The New York grip

[Hook:]
{"And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10"}

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don't end

{"And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10"}

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Get on my New York shit
And show these mo'fuckers what New York is
Twelve homicides in a New York minute
Take a trip up top, for a New York visit
N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks an' Dicks
Heard ya workin' with the D's, you a New York snitch
I'm tryin'a make a hundred mil', that's New York rich
Back an' forth to Philly with these New York bricks
Niggas get jealous over New York quick
Ay hoe, wanna know, who the New York kid?
With the New York plates, on the bulletproof truck
Better chill or get by a New Yorker

[Hook:]
{"And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10"}

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don't end

{"And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10"}

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends

{"Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10"}

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don't end

[Outro:]
{"Ain't nothin'...}
{"Ain't nothin'...}

Let these niggas have it, son

{"Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10"}

Alchemist, man
You know what it is, man

"I'm Hooked, I'm hooked"
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"

Alright, alright, uh-huh
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
What time is it?, dawgs sit righ here
Put the kids to bed - tell y'all story
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
First worry about my money, you know what..?

[Prodigy:]
Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
We made it to stardom, the new album
The 50-50 joint ventures, it only gets better & better
Might treat myself to a nice Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
'Cause the nigga inside with the shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book, man; I thought he was a burglar
I'm gettin' off 'cause I served her
You wastin' that broad with that shit they want
More money than any dope man could eva see
Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P
I'm like Trav & John, 'cause I M D
And I do surgery on the nigga for free
When it come to that Tae Bo, we gettin' box load
I pop a nigga over my money, man all I know 'em

[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
"I love it, I love it, I swear I do, aaahhh baby"

Yea that's how that one go you'nah'what'I'mean?
(Live that money right?)
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go, (No doubt)
And who gon' love the paper man? You gotta love the paper
If you got that much paper you gotta hold it down
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
So the next one, you know what that's about, (That's right)

[Prodigy:]
My bestest friend, my worstest enemy (That's right)
Y'all could even save my life or be the death of me
Even get me outta drama, or put me in a locker
Y'all gon' have me wind up in that chair with the tires
Stab a nigga like Myers
But I'd rather put fire to your ass like Pryor (Damn!)
'Cause I prefer the iron
Shoot at bitch ass niggaz and do 'em like Bison
I got big jump-off that fit down my pants leg
'Lil jump-offs, your dunn know
A damn thang, niggaz talkin' thug on their song on the radio
But we the reason they fire proofed the Coupes
And we the same reason you brinin' re-enforcements through
You'll neva get me alive my gun is like glue (Come wit it, come wit it)
Shots spread like the flu, do you lungs, do your peoples
I love my heaters, I'm...

[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]

Yea, you motha'fuckin' right man, them hammers man, them guns man
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
Gotta keep them thangs on you, what you know about that though?
But you know there's one thing a nigga can't live without
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
And it's the bottom line right here

[Prodigy:]
You know we like; phatties with size, 'lil cutie pies
With the nightstands walk and bodies that talk
Make niggaz dig deep until they barrel the game
And pull out somethin' that'll definitely gettin' to her brain (Word)
With the perm or the braids (Whatup)
It's all love as long as it curves and it's in right space (It's all good)
With a face that deserves the front page
I got the keys that'll free all birds from their cage (Let's go)
I get pussy like James, its nuttin' to point
Y'all niggaz takin' too long to get to the point (Fo' real)
Y'all chicks makin' me sick, you lookin' so good bitch (God damn)
I gotta have you, enough I can't stop it
Gangsta love, you pretty and thug
She's like the hood nigga only if he's bustin' his gun
Mama you go girl, you keep right on, doin' what you doin'
Keepin' niggaz off

[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
"I love it, I love it, I swear I do, eww baby"

And I ain't neva let you go, let you go

And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone

And I ain't neva let you go, let you go

And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone


[Outro: Sample dialogue]
Ok we gotta battle the .9 millimeter heavy duty pistols
West has the carbon 15 .9 millimeter pistol
And I got a mac-10 from Invasion USA
We're gonna have a 'lil race, you read? (Yep)
Ok, bottom two, here we go: .9 millimeter fired, then the mac-10
I win

[Intro: Prodigy]
The best in the business
Yea, it's about that time, ya'heard?
we the best nigga, we back nigga

[Chorus: x2]
I sit alone in my dirty ass room starrin' at candles
High on drugs - all alone wit my hand on +Mac 10 Handle+
Schemin' on you niggaz

[Prodigy:]
Yo, yo
By myself in my four corner room watchin' +Hard Boiled+
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My bullet proof on run, flats late at the night I'ma look for Cuz
Just ride through his hood, when I see that chump
I'ma jump out the truck, and dump my gun
You ain't neva been do it, so you scared of that kinda shit
Hit me on a song and say - "P pop a lot off shit"
Too much of that Gangsta Muzik, nah this reality rap
I really go through it, in interrogation room, I don't crack
Nigga I don't got none for ya, talk to my lawyer
Shit, nowadays is hard to kill
Be careful where you pull that trigger they got you on film
They got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance
That On Star on your car track everywhere you've been
Gotta watch what I say, they tappin' my cell phone
They wanna sneak and peak inside my home
I'm paranoid and it's not the weed
In my rear view mirror each car they follow me
So I bust rights and lefts, lefts and rights
'Til I stop seeing those Impala headlights
Then I circle my block to make sure it's smooth
Before I go upstairs to my four corner room

[Chorus: x2]

[Prodigy:]
I be alone in my hot ass room
Smokin' dope loadin' bullets in my clip for you
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz I'ma find you
Eventually it happens like this
At the club with his boys, at the mall with his bitch
Nigga think it's gon' be a fight? PSS! HA!
Death comes to those who wind me up
And you could beg me to stop, but I just keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
Like a baby (Son wake up) ain't no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too hasty
I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front Jesus, Mary & Joseph
(Oh My God!) If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live
You not playin' me like the neighbourhood bitch (Ayo Mary?)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Prodigy {Edwin Starr}]
Yea that's right; you know how we do it nigga, (Uh-huh)
I sit up all night and plot on your head (Oh we comin')
It's not a fuckin' game (We comin', we comin' nigga)
Oh we comin' nigga believe that
{If he should happen to write your name down}
We runnin' around gettin' this money on tour
You'know'what'I'm'sayin'? {Should he speak out}
I really ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um... this weekend I got some time
You'know'what'I'm'sayin'? I might just put some work in
(Yea we could fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at
You betta stop, drop and roll nigga (Uh-huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
Schemin' on you nigga, +Mac 10 Handle+

[Prodigy sample from; The Start Of Your Ending (41st Side)]
{"I use to drive AC and kept a Mac in the engine"}

"Is this is it baby? Have you heard of a dude named...?"

{"Yo it's the P"}

"Isn't it that stingy mothafucka?"

[No lyrics]

[Chorus:]
"The Rotten Apple" made me like this
I don't give a fuck
I shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up
New York made me this way; I'm all about a buck
My close friends was murdered, I bullet proof my truck
Shit, New York taught me, it's no mercy
It's no lettin' it slide, I'm so thirsty
New York!, New York!, nigga! (New York City)
It's Queens New York nigga!

[Prodigy:]
Listen nigga, my face got the scars
My brain got the smarts, my chest got the heart
To fuck someone up, what nigga? I make it hot
Police be up on the block, 'cause P just shot
Some stupid fucka, now you niggaz can't pump, ol' mad at me
Should be mad at that nigga whose tryna crab me
You know I ain't the one if you didn't you know now
These niggaz be slow, 'til I blow the four pound
And put a 'lil pep in their step
I got death for any nigga wit 'S' on their chest
That's my reflexes, when you hear them shots
See if I gave it to a nigga he deserves what he got
Look my hammer got the cure for your amnesia
How conveniently we forget, P is Black Caesar
And Hell over in Queens that swell up in my jeans
Don't mean I'm happy to see you, that mean I got the thang

[Chorus]

[Prodigy:]
Look here nigga!, I rap what I live, you makin' up shit
Old type of scenarios this how it really goes
In real life you're a puss', neva pull no jukes
Neva pull no trigger and let the blood gush
As for my 'lil cousin over here; niggaz get booked
You pussy come back for his shit, the pussy get douche
We the ultimate Thug Niggaz, The Grand Goons
Majesty and E Money Bags already told you
If 'Pac was still alive we be on the same team
We got bigger fish to fry then that bitch supreme
Now you listenin' with new ears, see me with new eyes
They play and they pray for the day I die
Nah!, I shoot shooters in, kill killers
Send your henchman and I'ma make a movie outta niggaz
Huh? Straight snuff film, get your rub peeled
Remove your skull, my heart is so cold

[Chorus]

"The Mac is motherfucking back..."

[No lyrics]

[Intro:]
Yea-yea, ah-huh, wooooo, Alchemist whutup my nigga?
Yea it's on niggaz, we back, know what I mean?
Do it one more time for these niggaz man
It's another one

[Prodigy:]
Uh-huh, ayo
Everybody hit the floor, its fuckin' goin' down
Manny's better know the time, niggaz better hold it down
This is the big one, you only get once
Do it right, do it right now and do it to his dunn
Ha, I'll show you about power, money and respect
Whether you're a coward, broke with no strength
Ten G's outta of the bank, we gon' do it up
Ten G's off the street, 'til that make it dub
On the bub in the brown water, in the bud
Lose this; lose that, yep we feelin' good
Put the pedal to the metal, we take it to the Mac
To the tippy top wit a diddy bop like the Mac
Too heavy in my pants, take a glance, take a flick
At the man with the hundred million dollars rap, bitch
Bet I murder that, bury that, you ain't gotta worry that
My dawgs smell purrty cat, we attack, where they at?

[Chorus:]
I got a pocket full of drugs and I'm ready to roll
I got the pocket size nine and it's ready to blow
You get your choice 'fore the best shawty up in the spot
You get the grand prize when I get you back at the spot
I'ma certified best when it comes to rap
I'm the best, God bless you and all your friends
'Cause I'm on some bullshit and I'm ready to flip
A nigga try to punk me, I'ma bang on him
'Cause I'ma take it to the top

[Prodigy:]
Ready, throw your hand up, niggaz better man up
Shawty back her ass up, tonight she's gettin' stabbed up
On a hush, she lust for the thrust
They love it when you kill it, I love you 'til I bust
Get a rush off the Dutch, with the ducks in the kush
That turn people crazy, your shit don't faze me
I'm maybe a 'lil loco
But that's basically natural for me to not give a fuck about you
I doubt you, had different colours leakin' out you
Like red, yellow and white, you got some stomach on your NIKES
I got blood on my G-Unit's, I had to do it
The nigga kept talkin' and talkin' I had to shoot 'em
You send 'em I dead 'em, caught 'em and bagged 'em
And take 'em to the mall, that's where they toe tag 'em
Tryin' to stop my party? Party don't stop (Nope)
We handle you that real fast...

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Through the Queens, through the Brooklyn, through the Bronx
Through the Mount Vernon, through the Yonkers, through the Long Island
Through the Staten Island, through the Manhattan

Got the stage trapped, I dance when I'm real bent
(Only when I'm drunk) I'm schemin', you can't catch me sleepin'
(I see you niggaz) Nah nigga I take it to the top (What?)

[Sample: Ice T "Grand Larceny"]
"Rappin' like a Mac 10, as soon as I begin"

[No lyrics]

(feat. Un Pacino)

[Intro: Prodigy]
Infamous nigga, yea-yea
C'mon man, any nigga get charged
And in this love scene, ayo, ayo, VIP, ayo

[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
You play yourself once, you get shot twice
We gon' die three times, and the four takes life
Five of you try to jump me, and six Angels come
To take you away to +7th Heaven+

[Prodigy:]
When that alcohol hit, I'm feelin' good
When that purple haze hit, I'm feelin' good
Thirty milligram, yep!, I'm feelin' good
I got so much pain, I just wanna feel good
When them drugs take effect, I start feelin' the buzz
Gimme right, gimme ready for the things to come
Sex, money and murder are the things we want
Power and longevity allow me to stunt
On the beach, they put me on the beach
Soakin' up the Sun chargin' up my batteries
When I get up it's gon' be a assault battery
Wit a Uzi, bullets peep you to asleep
No nap time nigga, my snack time nigga
I wrap niggaz up in them doggy bags nigga
You know, for the coroner, I'm strung out on gun fire nigga
Turn it up more dunn

[Chorus x2: Prodigy]

[Un Pacino:]
It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
No man wanna die, everybody want Heaven
Teleported, start spreadin' his wings flap to the sky
Just when P give me the word, I'ma clap 'em 'til he die
It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die
Three screamer spent 22 askin' me "Why?"
I told 'em you crossed my vine, I tossed my nine
And walk around with twin shotties like I lost my mind
Boggie in the mouth, Ken Griffey the hands
Point 'em out I make his ass part of history fam
Yea, and I don't gotta say no more
I've been waitin' five years to bring the K on tour
When we carry the .44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one hit you, your cousin'll die

[Chorus x2: Prodigy]

"Al-Al-Alchemist"

Here we go, you know what it is, click-clack

[Chorus]
+Bang on 'Em+, pop them thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
I'ma +Bang on 'Em+, pop them thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
I'ma +Bang on 'Em+, pop them thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
I'ma +Bang on 'Em+, pop them thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
I'ma bang!

[Prodigy]
Ayo my hood broke my heart into pieces
Dunn the streets took my dreams and shattered them
And turn me into a preacher
Minds to money got me not givin' a fuck
All I care about is muzik and who I gotta cut
With the Mac, uzi, .47, pick a weapon
Six million ways to die, my .25 endin'
When I pop him in the gut, I drop him where they stunt
I try keepin' it peace but that shit's for chumps
Projects fucked me up, made me strong as Ox
Made the nigga cold blooded ain't no friends on the block
This the comrades and coldies, the crooked ass police
Playin' cracks in the pocket send you up in creek
Look don't ask me why Queensbridge can't stick together
If you don't know the answer then you don't know the ghetto
Everybody don't get along and that's what it is
We either shootin' when we shoot them niggaz or we gon' get hit

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
Ayo my own niggaz turned on me, B.I.G wasn't lyin'
When he said "The ones who smoke blunts with you be conversant"
They was plottin' on my demise, they wanted my seed
At the head of the table but I'm permanently chief
I don't care how many bodies you got on your gun
You either submit or go and start your own gang son
Everybody wants to be boss, it ain't enough soldiers
Everybody wants to call shots, it ain't enough shooter
And it really hurts my soul that we can't click
But whatever it'll never be the same again
And when I see you niggaz, you already know what it is
And if you don't, you gon' find out the hard way kid
Tried to make it work, but now I'm on some other shit
I'm greedy with that limelight now you ain't gettin' none of it

[Chorus]

[Outro: The Montclairs]

[Prodigy]
"All I got in my pocket -- is a nickel and a nail
The fully loaded .25 -- with one extra bullet on the side"

[Intro]
This is one of those ones, you heard
Alchemist, what the fuck is the deal
It's that gutta gutta gutta gutta shit nigga
(Yea Twin I see you) With my little dirty niggaz

[Prodigy]
That nigga P is thug enough to rep QB from Long Island
Hempstead niggaz thug their way to the top
Man as a young gun I was like they can't stop me
Now I'm all grown obviously they ain't stop me (Nope)
Tried my hands at drug that shit wasn't for me (Uh)
Appear to this royalty that shit is like chicken fee
Some chose ballin', music was my callin'
As long as it sounds gutta you hear me all along
Where most make in a year, I get off one song
And that shit is not fair to you, but fuck y'all
Man I'm still comin' up on that rough side, that tough side
Nuttin' was handed to me, I had to go for mine
My shit is hard earn, you stumbled on your shine
We built this from the dirt, you copy off mine
Once again it's the homey that thug rhymes and kill beats
Niggaz is burnt, they runnin' out lines

[Interlude]
Ha-ha-ha, nah nigga don't ask me for shit
Nigga don't come up to me (The fully loaded .25)
(With one extra bullet on the side)
You don't want what I got in my pocket nigga
Do you really want this? Do you really want this?
I got somethin' for you, come here, check it out
(The fully loaded .25, with one extra bullet on the side)

[Prodigy]
That nigga P bug enough to bring my gun, where's that wildin'
It's too much cops there, chill P you wildin'
Fuck that I've been too much to start calmin'
Down now seen too much to start fallin'
Off my gun game, niggaz is retarded
Won't catch P, bucket, naked, without my pistoler (Nope)
Like Adam in the garden, it's beast out in the field
And apples ain't shit when you're starvin'
Time for me to run 'em up, pardon
I'm overly aggressive with life, you too soft
I'm doin' what I does best, you try to block me
You'll get knocked down try to stand where I rock please
Don't force to pop these shots in your frame
Leave your blood blocked in the brain
And that's not suppose to bleed
How you gon' pull through with them hoes and your bee
(Nah, he's not gon' make it)

[Interlude]
The fully loaded .25 (Uh-huh, you see me nigga)
With one extra bullet on the side (You see me nigga, what nigga?, what?)
The fully loaded .25, (Want that?) with one extra bullet on the side (You
could have it)
All I got in my pocket -- is a nickel and a nail (What else?)
The fully loaded .25, with one extra bullet on the side (Uh-huh)
All I got in my pocket, (What's that?) is a nickel and a nail
(And what's that?) The fully loaded .25, with one extra bullet on the side
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, nickel plated .25)

"The Mac is motherfucking back"

[Intro]
Respect to the ol' timers man, yea, word up
And the younglings man those to come, ya heard?

[Chorus: 2X]
Gangsters don't die we just turn to +Legends+
All we go through is hell, what the fuck is a heaven?
We live fast and store death long as possible
Get our cash and put threats in the hospital

[Prodigy]
Young P, when I was thirteen I had dreams
To do what LL did and Run DMC
Dirty ol' fuck learnin' how to aim my pee
Older niggaz in the hood use to try to thug me
'Til Pops gave me a knife, told me to handle my thangs
And if not, when I came back he would handle me
I put my first 'lil bit of fear into niggaz I was gas
Started hangin' with the others that was on the same shit
Had my first taste of gun fire early in my years
Gang fights, we was jumpin' niggaz, we was just kids
Takin' coats off victims, watches off people's wrist
Shootin' in the air, part of tryin' to aimin' for your head
And us young bloods and 'lil young gunz from back then
Grew up to be Raps most Infamous Clique
Most thugs we grew up with proud of we did it
And naturally you got others that wanna see us hit

[Chorus: 2X]

[Prodigy]
Capital P, when I was thirteen I had dreams
Now I'm all grown up and livin' out my dreams
And my Pops ain't here now that nigga deceased (RIP)
And that being said how you gon' son me?
Niggaz bodied JMJ right there Queens
Goes to show there's no respect for the ol' G's
Niggaz talkin' real tough, like I'm N E X T
Like I give a fuck about shootin' up your peeps
About gettin' hit, I'm about to show you niggaz how to bleed
Got guns in different states, you can't catch me sleep
Put bullets in your hearts, bullets all up in the meat
Its right behind your forehead bone
You plead G's when it's on and poppin'
You be beggin' I stop it
You be beggin' for your life, 'fore that head shot stop it
Rappers lovin' my spit, fans lovin' my shit
Indeed you got those that wanna see me hit

[Chorus: 2X]

[Outro]
Ki'ed up nigga, I see you, bitch ass niggaz
You heard? Lil' kids ass niggaz, fucked up
Tools and shit, rest of the ladies stole that
They be hittin' you with the electric shit choppin' you back nigga
You better calm down nigga; y'all broke niggaz need to give it up
Word up, this is gangs, transfusion and shit, world wide...
If I don't get ya, my thumb gon' get ya, be fucked up
Real fucked up, punks...

"Two old beef patties, special sauce, lettuce and cheese
Pickles and onions, on a sesame seed bun the big motherfucking Mac"
*Machine Gun sound*

[Prodigy]
It's the return of the Mac-11, Mac-10 get up
Hennessy liquor, some weed and a ciga'
Ain't shit changed but the diamonds got bigga'
Watch Mucho Frio, somethin' like a blizzard
Its summertime it's hot, and you ain't got no Freeon
I'm in the Bentley drop; to me you're a peon
You got neon lights underneath your Nissan
I got LeAnn Rimes passin' me the weed son
Doin' ten miles per hour through New York
Just ridin', bumpin' my new one
You act like I'm not that, nigga that pop that
Rounds at your top hat, Blazers and Slacks
Fuck up your suit, send a couple of troops
That'll go find your friends and get them to you
Know the name; niggaz call me Bandana
They wanna write me off, but my songs is bangers

[Chorus: 2X]
Bitch +Stop Fronting+, you open off my chain
Open off my watch, open off my Range
Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P
Off the words I wrote to the beats

[Prodigy]
Ayo, they talk shit behind my back, smile at my face
They wanna hear what I hear and see what I see
P; the God Emcee, I got a bottomless pit
Sixteen, that's how I keep dropin' new shit
This radio station, rotation, nigga I just made this
I'm impatient, put my shit out now, shut that other shit down
This the Mixtape, imagine how the album'll sound?
I'm on tour with Mobb Deep, we out in Japan
Australia and then we doin' Madison Square
Then it's right back on the road with 50 and Em
Rappers upset we last more longer than them
At the club we gon' pop your lady if she's hot?
She see we on the top, now she starrin' at my rocks
I get in her box, and beat it up to socks
I mean fuck her brains out, 'til she scream "Please stop"
C'mon...

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