Nyc, word up



Verse 1: prodigy, a.c.d.



M-o-b-b d-e-e-p, a.c.d. burn sometin

Let's get lifted, queens is you wit me

Niggas' shifty, i turn around, a kid tried to hit me

I back him down wit the 50-50

It had to been the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me

The first five hundred bitches free

He kid with the god jewel and let all my gods come thru

Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo

And fucked too, shit on me? well then, fuck you

Gone wit your high class ass if you want to

Outta state you be suckin me off and breakin off

Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft

My mobb got in lock wit masterlock, het getcha locks picked

Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove shit

Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumpded

Crank, we in the bathroom thumpin



To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers

Big money spenders and the ebineezer scroogers

Thugs holdin fort wit the sixteen shot rugers

The cream that i redeem will bring a lex and landcruiser

Dominant chapter, assassinin' the obsolete

And my mobb comes deep to put the wind beneath your feet

My heart's harder than concrete, and nervous streets

Be walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats

I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within

Dear lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins

My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra friends

One love to my thugs up north in the pens

Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage

Nemesis renegade, breakin down barricades

These days are gettin rough, 'nother brother handcuffed

Fallen victim to the gameis like style's corrupt



Chorus:



My crime niggas livin - street life

Them queen niggas livin - street life

My drug niggas livin - street life

My street niggas livin - street life

You thug niggas livin - street life

Nyc livin - street life

My mobb niggas livin - street life

What?



Verse 2: havoc, a.c.d.



For every rhyme i write, reality bites

My clique keeps shit rolled too tight

Regulate and know the rule

I gets some insight plus info, do stickers with my kickos

My .44 will burn that ass like goin raw with nymphos

So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest

Or get your teflon put to the motherfuckin test

State pen put on points, son you know

Stay on the low, got the back, oh-no-no

When i'm on a dough blow, got ta guard you now

Kid, you wanna get foul, so now i gotta put that ass back on profile

Change your character, you ain't got stamina

Nigga get that dough, i ain't mad at'cha

The infamous handle business, gonna make mines

Forever, son, kid you heard it thru the grapevine



To my royal thug commitees and outlaws that live the life of frank nitty

The big city mobster, the c-to-d ???? has made the

God unholy, skies forever watch me

The prophecy, another chapter, there's no stoppin me

Propagation, my life story is far from fiction

Cos at one time, the .44 bullets took the world, bring sparks and friction

I anaylse this 'erb so i roll with trife characters

The hardest for the world to cap, and shiner like a

Full carat diamond with perfect designin

Philly's and 9 mili's and coupe de villey's forever reclinin

To the shoot, physicals in this paradox

The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts

Until then i be a trife individual, dwellin in these days

Scorch from the deeez plus the sun's rays

Dead president dreams and million dollar schemes

Killer queens, the land of cream fiends

A.c.d. the world terrorist

Stainless rugers for the intruders and my cipher's infamous

Thru new york and worldwide, we penetrate your inside

*?diamond did?* drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven's ride



Chorus:



A.c.d. livin - street life

My ice niggas livin - street life

Them jewel rockin niggas livin - street life

Them crack niggas livin - street life

Them coke-sellin niggas livin - street life

Word, nyc livin - street life

My man l.e.s. livin - street life

The whole queensbridge livin - street life

Word up son, we're livin - street life



Knowi'msayin? word up, a.c.d., mobb deep in the motherfuckin....

Yo yo, uhhh

Hold me down, son (no doubt, son)

Back em down, son (i got'cha back, son)




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