| Yo…
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| Ain’t no hard time invented that Havoc can’t handle
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| If cats only knew all the shit I been through
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| Homicide, suicide, am I, losin my mind?
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| Just, standin my ground keep it bottled up inside
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| Practice what I preach Dunn, ride for my loved ones
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| Asked about my life, no doubt had a tough one
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| Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse
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| Been asked God why he put me on this earth, yo
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| Not for nuttin Dunn, I want it all — can you blame me?
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| Niggas just be settlin for crumbs
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| How dumb, how come, with no outcome?
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| Ten years later niggas still in the slums
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| Strung off the next shit, dyin for they next shit
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| Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace
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| And how about that, niggas too grown for that
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| I’m holdin it down, now where your head at? |
| Yo
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| Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 2X)
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| I ain’t goin back, I ain’t lookin back
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| I’m movin ahead, now how about that?
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| Hell no black, I’m where the paper at
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| Long as I don’t forget where I came from
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| We do it the Mobb way — leave em lookin like a strawberry
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| My outlook on life is quite very — positive
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| I’m a content fella
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| Until you tamper with my plans to go on further
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| Fuck the hassle, it ain’t worth my energy unless I must
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| If you insist, I’ll be more than glad til his beef marriage
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| Me and you til death do us
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| Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips
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| That’s my shit, do it like the old timers
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| I use a wide holster, it’s more discrete while I’m post up
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| Or in motion, most niggas be floatin
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| Don’t even make eye contact, walkin
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| Dunn, pay attention that’s how niggas die sooner
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| Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper
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| Watch my niggas we’ll jump when you least thought
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| We came from the streets up, now we put G’s up, so
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| Yo, had time to think when just on the brink of death
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| At my front door me receivin slugs?
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| Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go
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| And knows, their plot I hope they ass die slow
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| How though no dough, please don’t show
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| Like my man Twist said don’t even see me when I blow
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| Got, issue with my foes best believe I’ma solve em
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| And laugh at your petty-ass problems
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| Out the slums of Queens, came a bunch of young gun niggas
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| The Infamous Mobb Deep
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| With dreams, of one day makin it big
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| With they Live Nigga Rap music, hard liquor swigs
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| Dirty Timbs, thirsty grins
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| Smile all up in your face then I break your chin
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| Went platinum, now them niggas writin scripts
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| Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like. |