(Mobb Deep)
 Shit is real on the muthafucking hill  God
 Times is hard  visons blurred kid  I can't see far
 Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased
 Over some bullshit beef I pack heat
 Son it's '96 and I ain't going out like that
 Never roll a dollo cuz my crew got my back
 And it's a fact  niggas don't know how to act
 Till I cop back  react  leave 'em laying on they back
 Sometime I try to maintain and chill
 Stop my brain from thinking, restrain from grabbing my steal
 I'm stressed out, trying to live right on the wrong route
 Thinking of ways to get loot in large amounts
 So I chill on the block, nigga respect mines
 ?A giver wit the nets? and the muthafucking tech nines
 So pack steel if you come through, front if you want to
 Before you do, so let me warn you
 We more infamous, crime shit, take it to the gat
 Fuck the rhyme shit, you reminded of what the nine did
 Remanded, QBC, then left stranded
 We cock cannons, punishing and back handing
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 (M.O.P)
 In order to survive the game
 Know the game
 Hold your name
 And let them niggas know
 The way to win the war
 Attend the war
 End the war
 And let your hammer go
 (Kool G. Rap)
 Yo, I'll leave your whole body twisted when you get lifted
 And police'll have to fist rumblistics on a bisket, another statistic
 I try to chill but you insisted coming all in my district
 I don't know why the fuck you risk it
 I be more deep, walking the streets, packing the heat
 Bring the cowmeat, you'll lifted off your feet and leave you sleeping
 on
 the concrete
 Get blown at home or whatever is on your bone
 Get to flown to your dome, blow chromosones out your flesh and bones


 Hitman for hire, who's the next one to expire
 Shoot it up in black attire, hit you wit the rapid fire
 The stainless bisket will leave your brain smoking
 Your whole frame broken and clothes soaken, head blown the fuck open
 Try to step inside of fort and get caught
 Wit the trey pound shorter left on the sidewalks of New York
 The decompose, blood flows are holes in your clothes, eyes closed
 Body be frozed, posing for pictures with a rose
 Head to your toes, look like you got wetted with a hose
 The road you choose got your brain drain through your nose, nigga
 So who be commiting crimes, dangerous minds, put two to your spine
 Lay you behind enemy lines
 When we cross it and leave you like a broken faucet
 The underworld production family can reinforce it
 (Mobb Deep)
 Yo, when shit get real, it ain't what you expected
 Me and kikos are known to get hectic
 Only to wreck shit, many slugs in all directions
 Make you see the light when my shot makes connections
 Niggas get their face split in section
 Shooked, using ice grilled looks for they protection
 ?We saw? everything you fear
 And indulging in crime-filled atmosphere
 This shit ain't nuttin' new, it's only things that we used to
 We used to stick niggas on the F through to
 The E train, when it's time to recruit
 I humble on the D train, see my man D, Don't need to purchase my
 cocaine
 Word to my newborn seed
 A nigga gotta make loot to support greed
 On the wildside of the fence, the shit is on the verge of explosion
 It's so cold, you might get frozen
 If you leave yourself vulnerable and time lasping
 Fools collasping and caught up in gun clapping
 No matter who you are if you know many faces
 I don't discriminate, my shot bleed all races
 And coaches, we sorts like vultures
 Eating your insides like ulcers and pour niggas closer nigga
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