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Right Back at You (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & Big Noyd)

Mobb Deep

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah

Vocals

Raekwon

Vocals

Big Noyd

Vocals

Havoc

Vocals

Les McCann

Sampled Artist

PhD

Sampled Artist

Prodigy

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Albert Johnson

Songwriter

Kejuan Muchita

Songwriter

Tajuan Perry

Songwriter

Corey Woods

Songwriter

Dennis Coles

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mobb Deep

Producer

Schott Free

Executive Producer

Louis Alfred III

Louis Alfred III

Recording Engineer

Tony Smalios

Mixing Engineer

Leon Zervos

Mastering Engineer

Matt Life

Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah, check it out now

Run for your life

Or you wanna get your heat, whatever

We can die together

As long as I send your maggot ass, to the essence

I don't give a fuck about my presence

I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait

For the next crab **** to step and meet fate

I'm lethal when I see you

There is no sequel

Twenty four seven, MAC-11 is my peoples

So why you wanna end you're little life like this?

'Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless

I live by the day only if I survive the last night

Damn right, I ain't tryna fight

We can settle this like some grown men on a concrete floor

My slugs'll put a stop to your hardcore

Ways of action, I'll grab the gat then

Ain't no turnin' back when I start blastin'

Pick up the handle and insert the potion

Cock the shit back in a calm like motion

No signs or anger or fear, 'cause you the one in danger

Never share your plans with a stranger

Word is bond

Check it out now

[Verse 2]

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew

Let's get it on, ****, do what we gotta do

You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you

[Verse 3]

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew

Let's get it on, ****, do what we gotta do

You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you

[Verse 4]

Check it out, check it out, check it out now

Check it out, check it out, check it out now

Check it out, check it out, check it out now

[Verse 5]

Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from

'Cause where I'm from **** pack nothin' but the big guns

Around my way, **** don't got remorse for out-of-towners

Come through frontin' and they get stuck with the three pounder

The loud sounder, ear ringer

And I'ma point the finger

On all you wannabe gunslingers

You got a real ice grill, but are you really real?

Step to the hill and I'ma test your gun skills

'Cause real **** don't try to profile

You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buck wild

But swing that bullshit this way

And I'ma make your visit to the Bridge a mutherfuckin' short stay

Queensbridge, that's where I'm from

The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done

Six blocks and you might not make it through

What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazin' at you?

With MACs and TECs to lend to get your dome crushed

You thought that you could come around my way and beef, stupid fuck?

What the hell you smokin'?

What the fuck possessed you?

To come out your face

Now I have to wet you

Throw on my Timbs, black mask, and black serpent

Twist a ****'s cap then jump in the J30 'cause I'm

[Verse 6]

Puttin' the drop on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew

Let's get it on, ****, do what we gotta do

You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you

[Verse 7]

Who's the richest **** in the projects?

Who got it locked? Rockin' convertibles, drop tops and mad hot

Peace to that whiz kid and players on his team

Who's organized? All eyeballs is on CREAM

[Verse 8]

And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit

Whip after whip, stay flashin' your dick on tricks

Your whole crew's ravishin', team's untouchable

In the jungle bangin' Nas, Mobb Deep, and Wu

There's money out there

Guns catch crumbs, those are your sons

Drums in the mailboxes

Bitches holdin' your guns

You know it's out there

Thousands of grams wrapped in Saran

Sealed tight, keep the freshness

That's how we expand

Masked avenger, drop your gun, son

Now surrender

Get ninja-ed on the Island plus the Bridge, boy, remember

[Verse 9]

My little thug sellin' drugs and he's strugglin'

The game got him buggin'

I try to tell him, slow down, cousin

But he's vexed and **** gettin' wet up in the projects

But when low down shorties out for his respect

But is his brain insane from the lye?

From smokin' that 118 tiny tye

Why? A **** just died last week

As he swore he was grown and he's a thug in these streets

But it's like that

My crew pump cracks and we pack MAC

His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey on his back

But I'm stressed and he needs to be blessed

With a fire pack, don't even go there

'Cause it like that

Slow down, baby

He said, what, you tryna play me?

You must be crazy

Pull out the heat and almost blaze me

Then he was Swayze, the shot must've dazed me

Thugs sellin' drugs, bustin' slugs, but he ain't crazy

Written by: Albert Johnson, Corey Woods, Ghostface Killah, Kejuan Muchita, Les McCann, Tajuan Perry

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