Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm Remix lyrics

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{*rain and thunder in the background*}
 [Havoc]
 In broad daylight get right..

 Just been through it all man
 Blood sweat and tears
 Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}
 What the fuck else can happen yo?
 I dont think much more son  word to mother yo
 We done seen it all  and been through it all yo
 Let y'all niggaz know right now
 Werd to mother  for real  for real

 [Lil' Kim]
 Queen Bee baby

 [Havoc]
 That shit is the truth

 [Lil' Kim]
 Lil' Kim, B.I.G.

 [Havoc]
 I'm not lyin..
 Yo.. {*echoes*}
 Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things
 Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame
 Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all
 Hit em with the four
 Don't even know him from a hole in the wall
 Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?
 Put it right where they back be
 Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer
 Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo
 Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
 Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats
 Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's
 Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me
 How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack
 Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh
 Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead
 Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead

 [Lil' Kim]
 Uhh, uhh

 Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X)

 Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit
 Thump em in the club shit
 Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop *echoes*)
 Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough

 [Lil' Kim]
 "Hot damn hoe, here we go again"
  Lyte as a Rock  bitch, hard as a cock bitch
 This shit knock for blocks through hardtops
 in the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot
 My Brook-lyn style speak for itself
 Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt
 The embezzler, chrome treasurer
 The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
 I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit
 Comin in this game on some modelin shit
 Bitches suck cock just to get to the top
 I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop
 It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B
 Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P
 What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live
 Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn
 Uhh, uhh

 Chorus

 [Prodigy]
 Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit
 I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
 Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
 Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it
 We come through like, "Fuck it"
 Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it
 Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait
 at the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost
 It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch
 Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
 wit big jewelry and big guns
 We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody
 Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin
 'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin
 M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin
 When my niggaz step in the place
 Damn, you gotta luv it

 Chorus

 [Lil' Kim]
 It's the real
 Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop
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Copyrights:

Author: Kimberly Jones

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony BMG Music Entertainment

Details:

Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Murda Muzik (2018) , Life of the Infamous (2006)

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