Mobb Deep - Bloodshed and War lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] Don't get scared, just be prepared for the worst The streets coerced my mind with crime My 9 busts shots and outbursts Through your back out your thinker And show these crab n***as the power of the finger Quran, you wouldn't believe the sh** I fell upon It was me and Havoc sippin' on Moet Chandon I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief Found a backpack full of G notes And like a thief, I snatched it up Back at the crib I stashed it up Waited two days and started spendin' it fast as f** Straight up splurgin' Open like a virgin with her first piece of dick, 10 yards ain't sh** I blessed all the gods with thousands and cars No more hustlin', now we can open up bars To wash all this money clean n***a, it's the American dream, but it ain't as easy as it seems ‘Cause now these mob n***as looking for they cream And word got back through this fiend that it was me Who stole they lucci Now they putting out hits tryin' to shoot me But I'm out in L.A. on the low livin' Gucci And lavish, they tryin' to take they money back It's two to they cabbage, Quran, what's the haps, kid? [Hook] We all one when when it comes down to it Bloodshed and war, yo, we gotta live through it [Verse 2: Quran] I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs The steel having n***as running like fire drills We sending fronters on permanent vacations like Jason You'll get cut in half and left with your heart racin' By the TEC you'll get smashed together like a cleavage And left a mystery like when Mary had Jesus n***a, I'm sniping crowds Like that white kid on Higher Learning Leave you on the ground with your f**ing chest burning What! We breaking out and unstoppable like acne I'm rough and rugged, you cut more slack than khakis When the Philly takes you to another state of mind It causes you to wild and commit mad crimes We dwell in the dark trees, sellin' Jeeps, '95 Blazers Call us a bunch of hell raisers Timberlands and Skullys is all you see When you enter the harsh and rugged lands of Illy Philly [Hook] [Verse 3: Havoc] It was a quarter to one, friday night Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn, called up my son "Son, yo, come through, I got a proposition for you Keep it on the low so the plan won't spoil" My crew's loyal, they came over in a minute Then we kicked 'bout this n***a who think he getting bigger Pumping on our side Don't even know him from a hole in the wall Tonight is gonna be his downfall So f** him and everything he stand for About this time he'd be on the corner Slingin with a crackhead that be bringin Sales to the building, plus the b**h is fiendin' I figure we can get the goods, k** the n***a And being that we live right next to the river We can catch him off guard Throw him in the water for the Coast Guard Come on, God, the sh** ain't hard Think! Throw on your gear and cover up your face And keep your eyes open for the Jakes The snakes and the snitches Don't wanna see a n***a with the riches Acting like a little bunch of b**hes Pointing me out in pictures When five-oh is like, "You know who this is?" It's Havoc, you better recognize and realize [Hook] [Verse 4: Taj] They call me the Godfather son I smoke L's and pack guns, keep n***as on the run Cocaine, I'm on the scale measuring grams and O's Hoes came out with no clothes So I can wake up in the dough I keeps a 9 in my freezer Cold blood flows within my veins, cold heart like Lebanese Sippin' on Champ, its all about C notes and grants Living elegant in a Lex coupe Allaire Plus a young hustler carrying guns Sellin' coke for funds, flippin' keys by the tons Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep No sleep nor do they eat, bed around 6 feet deep [Verse 5: Tarik] More goals to be achieved in this hip hop dream But sh** ain't the same as my eye see cream I dwell by the minute, I gots to make more cash C notes accumulating every day in my stash Making hits, '95, the raw clique M30 with my lady Motorola phone flips The quick gamer, full blooded money maker Sharp razor, drinking daqs in Jamaica [Hook]