havoc
yeah nigga once again we have mobb
yo yo ain’t no party once we crash the party
i’mma scoop shorty then vacate the party
you keep grillin i pumppump the shotty
put you in the trunk then dumpdump the body
nigga you don’t know you better ask somebody
ya’ll get down we gonna clash probably
peel snowflake outta that abercrombie
i’m tryna grip britney so i made jive sign me nigga
catch me in the club with a double edge banger
i’m the wrong one to fuck with
nah i know the promoters i’m in with the musket
pound of that haze and a box of dutches
high to the cottonmouth paranoid
make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out
like mop nigga i’ll mash you out
if i can’t get you here swing by your house muthafucka
hook havoc
ya’ll niggas got it twisted huh
that liquor up into to you charged
that truth come out when you drunk
your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow
ya’ll niggas got it twisted huh
that liquor up into you charged
that truth come out when you drunk
your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow
we step up in the club with one thing
on our mind that’s leave with something
get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
we about to girl
we about to girl
we about to girlgirl
we about to girl
we about to girlgirl
prodigy
party over here ain’t shit over there
them mobb deep boys got it locked right here
wherever we at we keep the blix right there
so wherever there’s beef it’s gettin fixed right there
and they can’t stop usthey too scared
they know our caliber of thugs shoot at heads nigga
qb drop you off of that
show you how we do it in queens where murder ain’t shit nigga
this is p talkin show you where i live
you can come right to my crib and get it for shiz
you bein manslaughtered right in front of my kids
a little blood get on my daughter it’s nothing she’ll live
got cops shook to death of uswe don’t like d’s
you never catch us runnin with the police
ya’ll niggas get your vestes up
and ya’ll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling
hook havoc
ya’ll niggas got it twisted huh
that liquor up into to you charged
that truth come out when you drunk
your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow
ya’ll niggas got it twisted huh
that liquor up into you charged
that truth come out when you drunk
your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow
we step up in the club with one thing
on our mind that’s leave with something
get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
we about to girl
we about to girl
we about to girlgirl
we about to girl
we about to girlgirl
Artist: Mobb Deep
Year: 2004
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 261