Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Rare Species Modus Operandi lyrics

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 [Prodigy]
 Yo  however do u want  however do you need P
 My Mobb bring it back to life  back to reality
 You walk a fine line playin wit mine  the greatest story ever told in rhyme
 We climax in ninety five  wit demo raw raps is knives
 To skin all ya'll cats alive
 Take your time don't rush the clock  Infamous rock for good now
 Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
 But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
 Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
 I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
 Of course kids keepin they sights upon this
 Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks
 We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
 You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh
 Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh

 Chorus [Havoc]

 Yo, we the men for the operation
 You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, rare species
 Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
 From Jones Beach to over-seas from over there
 It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's

 [Havoc]

 Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down
 You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
 Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin
 You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
 I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
 Scheming on my property, we got the remedy
 Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke
 Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know
 The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
 Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
 Stick and move, you hear me?
 And that's the way we rock it, the only way to live
 If you really think about it
 Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
 And my whole cli-tique the same vision
 41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
 Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
 That your not and that's not good my friend
 On a personal, I ain't even feelin you cats
 Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
 We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
 Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, cuz you could have that

 [Prodigy]

 Four pounds, stumbled off grounds
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Language: English

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