Strung Out
Prodigy (Mobb Deep)
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When I'm pissed off, I listen to Mobb Deep
My pain goes away, my tension is released
Cause P understands me and Havoc knows best
They tellin' my whole life with that shit they said
When my lady start beefin', I turn 'em up louder
To drown out the sound of her voice
All you hear the sounds of the infamous, Empire State boys
I vicariously live through they story you
Say I'm a Stan but I beg to differ
I'm just a real nigga, recognize real when I
See it or hear it, it's very distinctive
You can't make this shit up, you can't fake it
So instead of killin' somebody, I just sing along
Make me wanna go catch a body but then I get calm
Cause Prodigy said to make love not war
So even though the music is murder, I stay armed
My peaceful shit, just leave me alone
I feel like a teenager in my room, danger zone
Just give me lil' space and let me cool off
With my favorite collection of songs, uh huh, yeah
When life gets hard, I listen to the Mobb
So even if I'm broke, I still got songs
To fix my emotions and get my mind right
So when things go left, I'mma be alright
Even on my death bed, the last thing I wanna hear before I sign out
Is that Queen shit, I got 99 Problems but my music ain't one
Look, I can't find a job and my bitch cheatin' son
I can't afford the whip, so I ride the train
With my headphones on, in another world man
Havoc said I could shit on the world
Once I start four wheelin', I'mma find another girl
Cause everything they say, is all realness
When niggas argue about the best rap groups
I be damn near ready to fight for my dudes
Fuck top five, my niggas top three
Mobb Deep last longer than them all, you'll see
Everybody else just a bunch of wannabes
They wanna be like Hav and be like P
Whenever I feel like I just wanna quit
I vibe with the most infamous there is
Cause these other dudes soft, I can't relate
Mobb Deep is my proverbial therapy
They're the voice of the ghetto
These other rappers only speak for the corporate world
That's why they can't get no, space in my mp3
It's no room for the garbage, they tryna sell me
Don Perion, P bars, get me hype
And remind me that I could do whatever in life
Different people find motivation in different things
When I was locked up, it was H.N.I.C
He gave me the strength to make it out alive
So when P got locked up, you know I had to scribe
Just to show my respect to the man that raised me
With music that's one of a kind and trailblazin'
He wrote me back, I almost passed out
See I knew he was down to earth and never had doubts
Your punch lines and metaphors is cool
But when it come to just bein' dope, Mobb Deep rule