Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Can't Get Enough Of It lyrics

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[Havoc]
 QBC
 About to take over  your area!
 YO

 Left to right protect the life  guard my castle
 When goin at you  take it to the gats if I have to
 It's the hassle  jealous thugs I suppose squeeze
 turn that ass to Swiss cheese  leave permanent holes
 And to them hoes  you know how it go  no dough
 Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
 Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
 that don't trick, ladyless, just associates
 Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it
 I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's
 them fake rappers, but they damn good actors
 From population, through the math I subtract them
 You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
 You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
 Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya
 Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped
 convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit
 Handle B-I, on some calm shit

 [General G]
 I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics
 My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual
 For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle
 Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly
 Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got
 Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O
 Can't You See, I'm the Total, vocals is low blow
 Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!)
 Toe to toe complex the next expert, who's in control?
 Episode, ya can't control your fascination
 Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
 Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
 Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports
 Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile
 Wild out for snakeness equals foul
 General G, blowin Dutches in the train

 Chorus: Mobb Deep

 Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
 I can't get enough of it
 Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
 Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
 When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

 I can't get enough of it
 Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
 Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
 When my cats attack you got your knot split
 We out to win and that's it!
 We out to win it like this!

 [Prodigy]
 It's like this kid, aiyyo
 We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
 out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
 Take notes nigga, best check the index
 Look over anything that you might've missed
 You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists
 Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin
 Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin
 on imbecile niggaz who ain't got they feet grounded
 Precise, astonishin shots split ya skin's top
 We sent pops, catch you from two blocks
 Don't run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin
 Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin
 Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock
 This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin hot
 Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot
 Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot
 Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot
 My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke
 Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through
 (Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)
 Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple
 Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
 You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
 Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
 Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors
 Word up

 [Havoc]
 Aiyyo we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats
 One hundred and oh, nigga go check the stats
 QB, yeah that name hold weight and ring bells
 All you niggaz Shook and It Ain't Hard To Tell
 Major clientele, the Infamous cartel
 Catch a buck fifty, them stars we scar well
 Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
 Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch
 Laid up, sippin all types of shit, get ya chick bent
 Talk the bitch to death til there's no info left
 Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf I'm petrol
 Regulate the Metropolitan, niggaz gettin bodied in
 in the lobby-in, lock the door it ain't safe, kid
 Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it

 Chorus: Mobb Deep

 Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
 I can't get enough of it
 Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
 Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
 When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

 I can't get enough of it
 Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
 Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
 When my cats attack you got your knot split
 We out to win and that's it!
 We out to win it like this!

 *crowd noise to end*

 That's my shit! Yo
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Copyrights:

Author: G. Jackson, Albert Johnson, Gregory Jackson (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Entertainment

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Hell on Earth (1996)

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