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Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm [Remix] lyrics
(feat. Lil' Kim) [Havoc] In broad daylight get right.. Just been through it all man Blood sweat and tears Niggaz is dead and shit [music fades in] What the fuck else can happen yo? I dont think much more son, word to mother yo We done seen it all, and been through it all yo Let y'all niggaz know right now Word to mother, for real, for real [Lil' Kim] Queen Bee baby [Havoc] That shit is the truth [Lil' Kim] Lil' Kim, B.I.G. [Havoc] I'm not lyin.. Yo.. [echoes] Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all Hit em with the four Don't even know him from a hole in the wall Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me? Put it right where they back be Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead [Lil' Kim] Uhh, uhh [Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X)] Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit Thump em in the club shit Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough [Lil' Kim] "Hot damn hoe, here we go again" (Lyte as a Rock) bitch, hard as a cock bitch This shit knock for blocks through hardtops in the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot My Brook-lyn style speak for itself Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt The embezzler, chrome treasurer The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit Comin in this game on some modelin shit Bitches suck cock just to get to the top I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn Uhh, uhh [Chorus] [Prodigy] Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo rock that shit, that real life shit Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it We come through like, "Fuck it" Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait at the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch Attracted to our style, this is how we get down wit big jewelry and big guns We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin 'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin When my niggaz step in the place Damn, you gotta luv it [Chorus] [Lil' Kim] It's the real Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.. |
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