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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vita
Vita
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Lavita Raynor
Lavita Raynor
Songwriter
Tajuan Perry
Tajuan Perry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Frank Zago
Frank Zago
Assistant Engineer
Halsey Quemere
Halsey Quemere
Assistant Engineer
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Jamie Garcia
Jamie Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Williams
Jonathan Williams
Recording Engineer
Oscar Monsalve
Oscar Monsalve
Assistant Engineer
Ronald Odum
Ronald Odum
Assistant Producer
Sheldon Guide
Sheldon Guide
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Sola
Steve Sola
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, it be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin' is ifitty
Slugs that leave **** drugged like a chick slipped the Mickey
I'm so on the low, it'd take a Navy Seal to get me
When I surface, if not chips, the vengeance the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin'
'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin'
**** never learnin', let they eyes keep lurkin'
Have ya janitor pumpin' your X5 murkin'
Skid marks the street, heart skips a beat
Beef? ****, overcook that meat!
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em
Some love me, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em
**** wanna ride by the crib all slow
We clap, motherfucker! Want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin' when the MAC blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink, watch how quick life pass you
What's wrong with motherfuckers? When will they ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire, and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-auto's, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
Let me tell you how it's goin' down! It's on now!
**** used to love me, now they wanna hate me now
I'm that same **** with the TEC, holdin' the spot down
Except, I'm pushin' a Lex, lettin' the top down
But wait! You don't think I live a pop life now?
'Cause hey! You could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
'Cause I'm a fuckin' drama king like my **** Kay Slay
Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day
It's rules, guidelines, and codes we obey
Don't even trip, IMD the set I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep, ****, ready to bang
**** don't think shit stink? The shit hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'mma shit with my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing, y'all **** wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin'
What's wrong with motherfuckers? When will they ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire, and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-auto's, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
You a bitch-ass ****, I'll have you killed
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No caskets, you bastards be missin'
My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin'
My guns be the heat that'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you ****
No shit, no clip, don't fuck with us
It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them
From the old to the new and the rest of them
No love, just slugs for ya body, dunn
Just pain, just sufferin' and worst than that
You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin' advantage
And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage
You don't know me, ****, but we 'bout to change that shit
Wrap that **** up like a package
Fuck all them ****; buck all them faggots!
What's wrong with motherfuckers? When will they ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire, and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-auto's, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
Yeah, QB! (Yeah!)
Mobb Deep! Dola
It's goin' down, we're takin' over
Vita, gettin' this dough
We don't call it Murda for nothin' (Murda! Murda, Murda!)
I'll send you on, Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us, it ain't a game
Yeah.. oh.. come on.. ah-ha.. yeah.. you see us
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita, L. Raynor, T. Perry, Tajuan Akeom Perry

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