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Give Up The Goods
Mobb Deep
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Big Noyd
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Ayo Queens get the money, long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle where 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 trying to 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 out of my way
It's type hard trying to 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 used to having money to live with
I pull a step back, look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love, it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm off Adelphia, stealthier, P's not helping ya
I'm trying to get this Lexus up, plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd (What up cousin?)
I can't cope with all these crab niggas trying to shorten my rope
Yo it's the R-A-double P, E-R and the Y-D
Niggas can't fuck with me, coming straight out of QB
Pushing an Infiniti, you ask can I rip it constantly?
Mentally? Definitely, to the death of me
Come and test me, trust me
Nigga couldn'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 far core
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 looty to my shorty
In case my P.O. try to troop me to the island
I know 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
There ain't no time for fake jacks
'Cause brothers that fake jacks can lay you on your back
The streets is real, can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, they need a decent meal
Brothers is starving, but trying to find a job
Son it's all about robbing
So don't be alarmed when we come through
We supposed to, if you oppose to
Get your face blown dude
Off the map 'cause I react and check
A brother was a blessing, well so I act like that
Drug dealing, only messing shorties that's appealing
I'm fronting on the world once I start four-wheeling
'Cause back on the 41st I be doing ride
Sipping me a J, getting bent all night
Yo who that? 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 was on the line, gotta hold my priorities 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
Tatted up from under the benches, I started hearing sirens
I stopped firing, they cut ass like a diamond
Dead into the crib peace, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep
Out the window, called my son, "Yo son we got beef"
But no question, money had a problem so I solved 'em
I got my mind on the stickup, now it's time to get paid
Thinking of ways to take food already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Give me yours or get laid
Give up because it gets 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 they self 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've been doing the same shit
Just drinking liquor, doing bids
Extorting crackheads and sticking up the stick-up kids
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