Mobb Deep

MOBB DEEP - SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST LYRICS Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. [Prodigy] There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from You could run but you can't

Hey yo Queen's 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 fuck you think is livin' to this day? I'm tryin

Real niggas do real things Hanging with the honies is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Busting my toast off the roof drinking ninety proof til spring Real niggas do real thi

It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle It's Friday, you in for a long stay Hopin in your mind you'll be released one day But knowin, home is a place you're not goin for a long while Now you're up on the isle In a position th

[Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, the saga begins Begin war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws We taking what's yours we do juks rush the doors Here come the deez trying to make breeze and guns toss In full force,

It's the infamous back in the house once again Livin the life that of diamonds and guns And now gems pulls gats Like a basehead pulls on stems The mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop a gem on em Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:00.00]When you were here before [00:06.00]Couldn't look you in the eye [00:11.00]You're just like an angel [00:17.00]Your skin makes me cry [00:23.00]You float like a feather [00:28.00]In a beautiful world [00:35.00]And I wish I

(feat. Vita, Big Noyd) (Havoc:) It be a buck-fifty Your chance of runnin' Is infinte Slugs that leave niggas drugged Like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low It'd take a Navy SEAL To get me When I surface If not chips to Benz Is the purpose On

They got me locked in Spofford the lil' juvenile criminal Two kids approach to put blades to my throat They like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna do for that Give it up, huh you don't believe that So I threw on my hood pulled out the banger Swung it

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt.Ⅱ Word up son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin, keep your eyes open) For real niggas who aint got no feelings Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness,

M.O.B.B. nigga yeah a huh Uh yeah c'mon now yeah yo yo ain't no party once we crash the party Imma squeeze shorty then vacate the party You keep grillin I'll pump pump the shotty Put you in the trunk then dump dump the body Nigga you don't know you b