Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mobb of Steel , by - Mobb Deep. Release date: 05.12.2005
Song language: English
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 |
| Rep the QBC |
| Rapper Noyd, Prodigy |
| Rep the QBC |
| Ty Nitty, Godfather Part 3 |
| Rep the QBC |
| 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 |
| Rep the QBC |
| Gotti, Money no, hit them with the body blow |
| Rep the QBC |
| Nature, Escobar, Cormega |
| Rep the QBC |
| 40 and the 41st side |
| Rep the QBC |
| 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 |
| Rep the QBC |
| ACD y’all |
| Rep the QBC |
| L.E.S and ya don’t stop |
| Rep the QBC |
| Rep the QBC |