Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Give Up The Goods Just Step songtekst

Je score:

Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash
 I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
 the fool retaliated so I had to think fast
 pull out my heat first  he pull out his heat last
 Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
 I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
 they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
 I'll do mine kid stay outta my way".
 It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
 can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
 po po comes around and tries to relocate me
 lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause
 havin' cash is highly addictive
 especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
 I thought step back look at my life as a whole
 Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
 I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
 I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
 yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope
 With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.

 Yo it's the r - a double p
 e - r, n - o - y - d
 Niggas can't fuck with me
 comin' straight outta QB
 pushin' an Infiniti
 you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
 Definitely, to the death of me
 come and test me
 trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
 so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you
 my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
 I'm born wit' it
 I'm gettin' on wit' it
 an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
 'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
 a lyrical destructor
 don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
 you know my flow, you know my stilo
 even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
 Jump out my hooptie
 pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
 in case my PO try to troop me to the island
 and if I start wildin'
 flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
 but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see
 back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
 know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
 won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.

 Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
 Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
 the streets is real can't roll without steel
 I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
 do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
 brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son
 it's all about robbin'
 so don't be alarmed
 when we come through, 'cause we supposed to
 if you opposed to
 get your face blown dude, off the map
 cause I react, attack
 a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
 drug dealin'
 I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
 Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
 Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
 Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
 Step to his business 'cause it's only right
 po po ain't around so I grab my pound
 Money retaliated so I hit the ground
 my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
 can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
 That ain't even from my town
 hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
 and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens
 I stop firin'
 He cut ass like a diamond
 Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief
 stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
 call my son, "yo son we got beef
 but no question
 Money had a problem so I solved him".

 I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
 thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
 there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
 gimme yours and get laid
 give up the goods and get sprayed.
 I got lots of love, for my crew that is
 no love for them other crews and rival kids
 all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
 and if they don't they need to buy a watch
 word up
 caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
 while I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
 on a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
 you tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
 first of all slow down, you on the wrong route
 let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
 the street life ain't nuttin' to play with
 no jokes no games kid
 for years I been doin' the same shit
 just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
 extortin' crack heads
 and stickin' up the stick-up kids
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Albert Johnson, Jonathan Davis (2), Kejuan Muchita, Mayfield Small, Tajuan Perry

Componist: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1995

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Infamous (1995)

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