Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mobb Deep
Performer
Vita
Background Vocals
Sheldon Guide
Mixed Artist
Noyd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Lavita Raynor
Songwriter
Tajuan Perry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mobb Deep
Executive Producer
Havoc
Producer
Jonathan Lighty Williams
Mixing Engineer
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Guide
Mixing Engineer
Oscar Monsalve
Assistant Engineer
Halsey Quemere
Assistant Engineer
Noyd
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin' is infinite
Slugs that leave **** drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd take a navy seal to get me
When I surface, if not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin'
Till my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin'
**** never learnin' that 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, RIP 'em
Gotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em
Some love, 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 mack blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink watch how quick life pass you
[Verse 2]
What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will they ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass'll get burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
[Verse 3]
What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will they ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass'll get burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
[Verse 4]
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 tech, 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
That's hate, you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
And 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, then shit hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'ma 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'
[Verse 5]
What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will they ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass'll get burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
[Verse 6]
You a bitch ass ****, I'll have you killed
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No casket, 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 your body, done
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
[Verse 7]
What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will they ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass'll get burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
[Verse 8]
What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will they ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass'll get burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
[Verse 9]
Yeah, QB (Yeah)
Mobb Deep, dola
It's going down, we're taking over
Vita, gettin' this dough
We don't call it murder for nothin' (Murder, murder, murder)
I'll send you on, Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us, it ain't a game
Yeah
Oh
Come on
Yeah
You see us
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita, L. Raynor, T. Perry, Tajuan Akeom Perry