Top Songs By Mobb Deep
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool G Rap
Vocals
Ecstasy, Passion & Pain
Sampled Artist
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
B. Gaskins
Songwriter
Nathaniel Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
Producer
Jonathan Williams
Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Guide
Additional Engineer
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This the killa say dun
No doubt
Undisputed
For street **** livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up during these times
For police that find drugs let **** slide
For **** out slinging like four in the night
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life
[Verse 2]
Yo when the gats reveal
You cats get peeled and that's the deal
Fuck a bitch ass that switch fast **** that lack the real
When the slugs burst G Rap be aiming at your mug first
**** is blood thirst
We'll see who get plugged worst
[Verse 3]
We dug earth
The place you put the nickel plate is your facial
Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it's a time machine BC date you
Jacking you more that ripper
My fifth's an organ shifter
The human organism lifter
[Verse 4]
You'll be hearing organs
If ya leaving orphans, if ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher
To bump heads with those that dump lead
Accurate shot in back of your knot
[Verse 5]
Leave you one dead G Rap, Havoc and Prodigy
Let's put these bitch **** where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be, it gotta be
[Verse 6]
For street **** livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up during these times
For police that find drugs let **** slide
For **** out slinging like four in the night
[Verse 7]
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life
[Verse 8]
When the gat spit
Some **** get blown off the atlas
It happens unsolved mystery reenatmus
Get practiced what you lack is
You think like the average
Jake stoop down and leaving crime scenes entangled
[Verse 9]
Nothing but cannons get conspicuous
Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched
Bad apple why we bet they made me like that
If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that
[Verse 10]
Draw blood for my **** G O D, Ty Nitty and Twin
And Twin is not here plus my kin
Killa B forever with me
Quick to settle with me
Into QB to show love throughout the years with me
[Verse 11]
You got guns we got guns the serious ones
Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs
We come from where **** look out for they dun duns
Love never disrespect hit **** to redirect
[Verse 12]
For street **** livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up during these times
For police that find drugs let **** slide
For **** out slinging like four in the night
[Verse 13]
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life
[Verse 14]
Never prejudge
It be the humble that squeeze slugs
It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me
Man, you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee
[Verse 15]
I spent more nights illin' less nights chillin'
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the dealers
Some killas like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespecting the rest
Or so young that you wouldn't even expect
To be bursting off guns like a Vietnam vet
[Verse 16]
On steps
Sittin' in the staircase bent
Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head
Go to war with **** that's against what I rap
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth
Change clips
Switch clothes after I spit
Place **** back in they space for fuck is on my case
[Verse 17]
For street **** livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up during these times
For police that find drugs let **** slide
For **** out slinging like four in the night
[Verse 18]
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life
Written by: A. Johnson, Alan Maman, B. Gaskins, Barbara Jean Gaskins, Kejuan Muchita, Kool G Rap, Nathaniel Eugene Wilson