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Give Up the Goods (Just Step)
Mobb Deep featuring Noyd
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Word up? You know what I'm saying
So I been telling this niggas mayne
Shit ain't a game mayne
Let the niggas know mayne
You know what I'm saying
Shit definitely real
Yeah
Aiyo, Queens get the money, long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now, who the fuck you think is living to this day?
I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said, "Queens niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid, stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
But can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate
Po-po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever, but they can't deflate me
'Cause having cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to have no money to live with
I pause, step back, look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love, it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helping ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, plus a cellular
Yo, Big Noyd! (What up, cousin?) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
Yo, it's the R-A-double-P-E-R N-O-Y-D
Niggas can't fuck with me!
Coming straight outta QB, pushing the Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me, come and test me
Trust me, nigga can't touch me if he snuffed me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born with it, I'm getting on with it
And I'ma have it 'til I'm fucking dead and gone with it
'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild motherfucker
You know I flow, you know my steelo
Even pack my gat when I go to see my P.O
Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci
To my shorty, in case my P.O. try to troop me
To the Island, and if I start wilding
Flipping on niggas walking around with the nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I escaped, see
Back to Queens, pumping the fiends, making more cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural-born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my .44 and bust ya
Yo, ain't no time for faking jacks
'Cause brothers that fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real, can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta to eat a decent meal, brothers is starving
Don't try to find a job, son, it's all about robbing
So don't be alarmed when we come through
We supposed to, if you opposed to, get your face blown, dude
Off the map, 'cause I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth, so I act like that
Drug dealing, only mess with shorties that's appealing
I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling
'Cause back on the 41st Side, we do it right
Sipping E&J, getting bent all night
Yo, who that? I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business 'cause it's only right
Po-po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated, so I hit the ground
My life is on the line, gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself getting bodied by a clown
Ass nigga that ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest, now he's laying man down
Jetted up from under the benches, I started hearing sirens
I stopped firing, to cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the crib piece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep
Out the window, call my son, "Yo, son, we got beef"
But no question, money had a problem, so I solved him
I got my mind on a stick-up, now it's time to get paid
Thinking of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Give me yours or get laid
Give up the goods or get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is
And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up
Caught up in the crossfire, get theyself hurt up
While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real, but you nameless
First of all, slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nothing to play with, no jokes, no games, kid
For years, I been doing the same shit
Just, drinking liquor, doing bids
Extorting crack heads, and sticking up the stick-up kids
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