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Mobb Deep - Up North Trip (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louis Alfred III
Louis Alfred III
Recording Engineer
Tony Smalios
Tony Smalios
Mixing Engineer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
Producer
Matt Life
Matt Life
Executive Producer
Schott Free
Schott Free
Executive Producer
The Abstract
The Abstract
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin'
It's Friday, you in for a long stay
Gettin' shackled on the bus first thing come Monday
Hopin' in your mind you'll be released one day
But knowin', home is a place you're not goin' for a long while
Now you're up on that isle
And the position that you in, got you refusin' to smile
But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent
You used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent
Thought you could hack it, now you're requestin' P
See you're fragile, it ain't hard to see
**** like that don't associate with me
I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
'Cause the wrong population's on infinitely
If this was the street, my razor would be a MAC demon
Hit you up, leave your whole face screamin'
What you in for kid? Bustin' nuts?
Cats heard of me in street stories caught inside this trap
Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that?
Wisen up young blood, 'fore you make things escalate
And I would hate your set your crooked ass straight (Straight, straight)
[Verse 2]
Makin' moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, **** is trife
Runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip
Livin' the high life, makin' moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, **** is trife
Runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip
[Verse 3]
You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked
You talk too much shit, you should've kept your mouth shut
All that gossip, motherfucka don't you know my Glock kicks
Hollow tips, to your body, mad toxic
I'll fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor
Did you a favor, tried to wet you, but I grazed you
Pop goes the Glock when there's beef on the block
Chill for a while make them think the beef stopped
Then I creep like a thief in the night, it's only right
Ain't no turnin' back, it's on tonight
And if I get caught then my ass is up north
Straight on the course for upstate New York
Stress, smokin' back to back cigarettes
It popped off, go on point in the mess hall
But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black
Hit them **** where they pump they cracks at
Havoc, with the murder master plan
Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam
God forbid if my shit do
Run behind a tree, fix my shit, then hit you
Slugs in your body, mainly in your brain tissue (Brain tissue)
Witness from the scene, get ghost, stash the pistol
So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax
Roll a sack, K-A black, find a shorty to tap
[Verse 4]
Livin' the high life, makin' moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, **** is trife
Runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip
Livin' the high life, makin' moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, **** is trife
Runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip
[Verse 5]
I got the powder, combined with the powder, and water
It oughta, drop in a half and hour
In the form of oil, watch the cocaine boil
Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil
Then I pause and ask God why?
Did he put me on this Earth, just so I could die?
I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong
Why I'm still breathin', and all my friends gone
I try not to dwell on the subject for a while
'Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle
But my, heart pumps foul blood through my arteries
And I can't turn it back, it's a part of me
Too late for cryin', I'm a grown man strugglin'
To reach the next level of life without fumblin'
Down or foldin', I got no shoulder to lean on
But my own, all alone in this danger zone
Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse
Fuck the whole world, kid, my money comes first
'Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you're docked by me
'Cause **** will have you locked up, the snitch'll be your man
Givin' police the run down on your plans
We're never goin down like that
So I, shut my mouth and hold my words back
Illegal business, forever mines, fuck payin' taxes
The last kid that shitted and gave police access
To my blueprints, used names as evidence
Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch **** ever since
The moral of the story is easy to figure out
A lesson that you can't live without
[Verse 6]
Livin' the high life
Makin' moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, **** is trife
Runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip
Livin' the high life
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita
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