[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 mac and the motherfucking 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



[Chorus] - 2X



[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

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