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Viewing Lyrics for Give Up The Goods (Just Step):
| | | Artist: | Mobb Deep F/ Big Noyd |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Give Up The Goods (Just Step) | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | 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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