Lyrics Mobb of Steel - Mobb Deep

Mobb of Steel

Motherfucker, word up
Q-borough, mad thorough
All my live niggas, check it, check it
Nobody close to they toes, so chill
Nobody move player stand still
You know the drill
Cause its real like the mobb and shaquille o’neil
Nigga Hav laced the track, Shaq bangin the ill
Noyd get off simply with enough rough shit
Dare another damn team to touch this
Get off it, come off that, imaginary act
And listen to reality rap
M-o-b-b d-e-e-p be like that, link back
Scoopin shortys up from they acs'
Checkit black, nothin fuckin with these, qb’s most infamous
Real live ny, stay thug entertainers
You can hate us, but can’t play us
Be left cold, full of holes, thats the why
Dont make us send shots, sent what-not
Come at ya, leave fake foes in rapture
Perhaps ya stuck off the things we got, beef is hot
Like feinds i be pullin fuckin fans through blocks
Rep the QBC
Killa Black non stop all day kid
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Rapper Noyd, Prodigy
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Ty Nitty, Godfather Part 3
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Gambino, Scarface rest in peace
We live in this while you fakin it, got cats take that
Let a grown man do this, stand back
And watch the drama unfold right under your eyelids
Crab ass niggas tryna infiltrate the clique kid
Wannabe cats get pushed to the side dunn
Rep the qb word to me die for my son
You feminine, picture me tryna let you
Have that ass bouncin like a slug out a tutu
You know the drill, i ain’t gotta scream 'keep it real'
You’ve been to the shows, plus you know how we rock
Dont get it fucked up, get that ass stuck up
Robbed for the ice, pour some henny in my cup
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Gotti, Money no, hit them with the body blow
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Nature, Escobar, Cormega
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40 and the 41st side
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You know the deal, outta towners can’t come across the hill
Ayo, my money walks while your bullshit talk sells nothing
Im calling your front, stop bluffing
Provoke a stroke with my 42 seconds of dope
Adrenaline pages flood my notebook, yo
Rapper noyd broke the neck off the song
The don took a swig, now bring that shit home
Our shit bang like the 7 millimetre chrome
And pineapples going off, war on the fourth
Read the rob report, while we extort these devils in the flesh
You settling for less
When im pullin up my guess its the weight from the tech
While the tearnoise pump the mobb thump music
Check out the rep
We get better with time, still shine then climb
We can rhyme and then cut these dimes
It be the nighttime vultures
Swoop down and scrape your plates
Bound from state to state
You needa lock your gates
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ACD y’all
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L.E.S and ya don’t stop
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