Quiet Storm

Done been through it all man

Blood sweat and tears

**** is dead and shit

What the fuck else can happen, yo?

I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo

We done seen it all and been through it all, yo

Let y'all **** know right now

Word to mother, for real, for real

That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines

I'm the quiet storm **** who fight rhyme

P, yeah you heard of him

But I ain't concerned with them

****, I pop more guns than you holdin' them

Make my route while the sun's out

And scold your men

Unload ten in broad daylight, get right

Fuck your life! hop on my '98 dirt bike

You try to stop miles from growin'

I make your blood stop flowin'

Take affirmative action, to any ass if he's askin

Now here comes the MAC-10

You's a dick blower

Tryin' to speak the Dunn language

What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'

You hooked on Mobb-phonics

Infamous-bonics

Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it

You ain't no wildin' out for the knife fist thrower

Rusty shank holder, we live this shit

'Cause its the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough

It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables

Drinkin' white labels

My chain hang down to my dick

My piece bang glass tables

Diamonds and guns before the fame

Duke a **** like me hold tec's

Are you the same too?

Goin' through the emotions of gun holdin'

Long shotgun's down my pants leg, limpin'

Killa B, you still livin'

Even my pop's too

He taught me how to shoot when I was seven

I used to bust shots crazy, I couldn't even look

Because the loud sound used to scare me

I love my pop's for that

I love me **** D. Black

I'll take the life of anybody tryna change what's left

And through all of that a **** ain't scared of death

All ya'll brand new **** just scared to death

I spent too many nights sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryna make things right

Grand open some gates

Invest in the rag business

Do things for the kids, the little Dunns

Build a jungle gym behind the crib

So they can enjoy youth

CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's

****, please don't make me have to risk my freedom

We worked out whole life for this

You get your shit beat in (for real)

'Cause its the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough

It go one, two, three to the fourth

That **** P-Double got that shit for y'alls

Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew

In hell's kitchen I chef the impossible

To serve hot plates all across the Unified States

Sit down and sup' with the top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin'

Boy, move diligent

You better walk like a **** on a tightrope do

Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission

First assignment, give 'em that shit they been missin'

My new addition's way bitchin'

Those that listen get addicted to my diction

Fuck rhymes, I write prescriptions for your disease

Generic raps just not potent like P's

One thousand one hundred CC's on the throttle

I peel off, chest naked on Katanas

Spaghetti head, Mobb **** is full bred

Fully-blown melanin tone

I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses

But thirst for worse beats

So I can put more product out on the street

Get respect and love all across the board

We've been adored for keepin' it raw

Nothin' less or more, I score every time for sure

While the rest of y'all **** just nil'

'Cause its the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough

It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough

(the real hip hop)