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Mobb Deep is an American Hip hop duo from Queensbridge, Queens, New York, U.S., that consisted of Havoc and Prodigy. The duo is "one of the most critically acclaimed hardcore East Coast Hip-Hop groups". The group is best known for its dark, hardcore delivery as exemplified by the single "Shook Ones Pt. II". Mobb Deep have become one of the most successful rap duos in Hip Hop having sold over three million records. The majority of their albums have been critically acclaimed, in particular The Infamous, which is considered to be classic among avid Hip-Hop listeners and general fans. They are partially credited for the resurgence of East Coast rap in the early to mid-'90s. Havoc and Prodigy were also judges for the 7th Annual Independent Music Awards to support … more »


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We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my forté makin' pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ???, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy
Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do em, like nobody ??? 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain
It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit
And we don't give a f*ck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
F*ck 'em - they don't give a f*ck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the f*ck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

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Written by: ALBERT JOHNSON, GLEN LARSON, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA, MARVIN BERNARD, STUART PHILLIPS

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