Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Flavor For The Non Believes lyrics

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Yo.. this is flavor for the non believes
 Sit back  take a seat  and don't forget to pass the weed
 And by the way  this is all the way live
 And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes
 Pumpin rocks on the corner  pumpin rocks cause I wanna
 The little Don Ho drug dealer ? performer
 At my height  I'm described as a midget
 But it ain't about height   it's about  "Can I Kick It?"
 Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill
 I hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil'
 You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent
 I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood
 And when I kick MC's abandon ship
 Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse
 Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring
 Cause I'm flippin like pages in a Word Up magazine
 Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante
 So explicit even porno flicks ban me
 And girls gel me like jheri curl activate
 The forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin
 Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin
 This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste
 Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place
 I cook you up, like Uptown raw base
 And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface
 Like I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw
 for the cause, battle me, take a loss
 I steal shows like BelBivDevoe's
 and put on my latex when I hit up the hoes
 You know the flavor kid, give me my props
 Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops..

 Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
 This is flavor for the non believes
 Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
 This is flavor for the non believes

 [Prodigy]
 Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin Old Gold
 Roll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and stroll
 Prodigy, verbally tragic and I'm toxic
 Check out the way check out the way the way that I drop it
 You know my style, step back, cause I'm buckwild
 All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile
 Baby Grand Puba, Little Rick the Ruler
 And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha
 MC's can't get with Mister Mister
 Money don't fake moves cause I probably hit your sister
 I'm on a mission word is bond
 Word to God, I goes on.. the little Don
 Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic
 Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic
 I murder with the brain of Hitler black
 And me bein weak, even Kodak couldn't picture that

 This is flavor for the
 This is flavor for the non believes
 Flavor for the non believes
 This is flavor for the non believes
 This is flavor for the non believes

 [Havoc]
 Niggaz don't understand first of all
 I rip when I rip check it, never stall
 Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours
 I'm goin all out, check it
 You thought I couldn't wish I wanna do what I did
 I did it so I done, kill another fuckin kid
 Cause I don't give a motherFUCK, and you do
 That's why your stupid ass got bucked
 Outta luck, never took the time to wish
 Took a bitch down then I'm out like quick
 Nestle chocolate, munch like it's ?
 That was then, this is now, I'm goin for the gold
 Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short
 Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport
 But not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadays
 knows mad jig tricks, and that I ain't with
 Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go
 with another fly groove, cause I'm so smooth
 Never like to brag, but I, do it still
 Sip on a 40, smoke on the Phil'
 So next time kid you wanna beef just chill
 before I break your ass up to bits
 How many licks would it take
 Check it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licks

 This is flavor for the non believes
 This is flavor for the non believes
 This is flavor for the non believes
 This is flavor for the non believes
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Island Records Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1993

Language: English

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