[Verse One: Twin Gambino] It's the B-I-G, T-W-I-N-S - and Queensbridge is where we rep For holding techs, mack nine, four pounds and shotties You don
all rap niggaz, we do this shit for real though listen I knock ya hustle down kid You's a fall to the next nigga, I murder you bitch I would love to watch
shoot em'up And murder the man I shed they eye lids from violence nigga you see you wilden Your team against my team there ain't no challenge Niggaz know we mobben
[H] Yeah [50] Yeah [H] It's real, it's real [50] Yeah [H] Got 'em [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique Then when I get
need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top [Prodigy] They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen
I spend on wax , I turn it back into cash Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
t rough, ain't built for war they frontin they thuggin, and ain't that at all me and my dawgs is R, A, W...RAW and will murder (Murder).. A, double L... (
son) The fuck you niggaz wanna do? (Mobb Niggaz...) [Chorus: Prodigy] They call me the P nigga, we Infamous Mobb nigga We could only get bigger (Mobb
doing bids [Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse] Thun we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas We the black entrepenuers we the black mobb
[Noyd Talking] Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch We about to "air it out" [Noyd Verse 1] I don't know what convinced you to mention the mobb Must
[Prodigy] Gangsta, yeah nigga you know (you know) Yeah.. that's right yeah this for all my Mobb niggas right here You know(gangsta shit! nigga gangsta
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I flow Keep doing that shit, they gots to go Infamous Mobb gots to blow, pounds of dro' Makin' all the shorties, gettin' down on the floor From that Murda
[Verse 1: Poet] Thats my word, I'm motherfucking stressed It seems like life's tryin to put me through a test Cuz every fuckin day it's just gettin worse
tracks . . . Our life and network of sippin' bourbon and Cognac First version observing the stocks and bonds we stack Thug chronicles these are the days of Don G Rap [Havoc] Wit' murder
just tranced by the advance tranked by the sound bank put under the drum, numbed off of our shit now who you rockin' wit'? them or us deep love or cheap
doubting you My raps steady pounding you, we drowning you with Infamous The IM3 continuous, we livin' it, I speak from experience He's driven it, we M-O-B-B, QB, Murda
The feds come get you once you think you on top They just been buildin they case, they got you on tape The CIA clip you if the shit is that deep Your