Thun And Kicko ft. Prodigy (Mobb Deep)

Yous a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef a backseat criminal that pass the heat to somebody that blast the heat
Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
A Villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw alot of gats on your
DAT, tape southpaw you thuggin when the mics plugged in barkin through the speakers like you got no sense you wild on the two inch got your platinum plaques to prove it your musics been around the
World movin and it comes right back around to the ground, dont it? now its time to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at fuck that, not because we have to,
I want to
I love this shit, the raw is what
I live for to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more to see the niggas that cant pay rush the door whylin on the dancefloor when they song come on, swingin they fists, ready for war but its a different type of effect, its not violence theyre just tranced by the advance tranked by the sound bank put under the drum, numbed off of our shit now who you rockin wit? them or us deep love or cheap lust?,
QB ll bust
Infamous till we pass on you laughin at the wrong shit,
I take ac-tion defend my confidantes nigga
I write bombs thatll shatter your ambitions of bein top dog as we move through the stage fog
I need to bass more so
I can taste it and make yall go
AWOL and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga its on..
Verse 2: (Cormega) (yo, back up yo..)
Whos tale you tellin? are you frail or felon? were you makin sales or watchin niggas sellin? you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid em you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin you never felt the razor scrapin your plate your hands achin yet you keep choppin cause theres paper to make you never felt the power of invincibility clutchin a gun like fuck it thun, its him or me at your best you was a hand to hand no more than
Three grams what the fuck you know about a
Key, man? you never hustled lets get it right, my nigga
Y wouldve stuck you stop dry snitchin in your rhymes, listen what you tryin to do? help the guys in
Blue? indict thuns so that can be another rhyme for you? you a parasite, you never had a life so you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night its clever when you write it spoken well for a dude who never been indicted you know the deal mothafucka, the real make the fake niggas kneel and lose appetites when you taste niggas steel my rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real
Im like Big, you cant replace the skill
I laced it ill like
Cocaine in
Scarfaces grill your mothafuckin flow is basic, chill
Im Cormega, raw forever yall niggas know my steez,
Im reppin for
Queens you minor league
Im big time like
Mark McGwires team your whole team is pussy, when
I squeeze vaginas bleed my lyrics stay official
I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal your niggas, they wont miss you my
Nickel-plated pistol - got
Sixteen shots, you can take em wit you to the coffin or
DAs office surgery, nurses screamin 'We lost him!' life suddenly divorced him, fuck it, it cost him if you want beef say no more brace your delf, nigga its on, we spray
Four-Fours , bitch!