Mobb Deep - Deadly Zone lyrics

[bounty k**er] I saw these fools tryin to get around, tryin to let me down And all dat, ha but i got an easier way to let dem drown Wit these guns of navarrone, i shall shoot dem like al capone Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat well *begins chanting and rhyming* [prodigy] Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under Big pipes soundin like thunder Skated by the skin of my teeth, i had to put a man in his place last week Now why you wanna come at me? I'm the wrong n***a to approach like that, homes Wrong n***a for threats, lone n***a wit long chrome And we can dance till one of us drop You score points fallin wit good formation I'm the wrong n***a for patience, wrong one at dunn The very last n***a you should ever blast your gun To the floor, actin like you goin to war Now you f**ed up, here come a real rocket launcher Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod That be the ruger, y'all n***as keep tryin hard But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night And you can't come outside without fear Am i in your thoughts often? while you be walkin? Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner Keep me on your mind and don't slumber Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your a** *bounty k**er rhymes and chants* [big noyd] M-o-b-b dunn, let's get it on dunn Wit bounty k**er, yo it's like this dunn Aiyyo co*k that sh**, pop that sh** Squeeze off, let em know how real this is M-o-b-b, d-double-e-p wit bounty k**er No other gun runners keep a round like this >from q-u-double-e-n-s, my bomb borough, till the day of my d**h Whether in sh** i been in, runnin down the block Sprayin shots wit the lindon, listen We all been through ac-tion, you know the last me blastin The last man standin, pack sh** long than bare wake Neither the jake nor the snakes gon' stop it You know the mobb lettin off rockets Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies Still nuttin pop but the shells, these ain't words from hell These are slugs, something you feel A gun runner n***a for real n***a [havoc] Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack The actual, that brand new six that you couldn't seem to whip Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit While you layin bloodied up in the six Flee the frontline, dismantle gap and bounce Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet You runnin the streets, you don't want no problems wit us Everyday is like fourth of july to us Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched Full fledge, like ra let em know the ledge While you slippin off edge, your shorty's givin me head co*kin em legs like guns when i'm co*kin to spray Poppin your way, sendin sh** that's hot your way *bounty k**er rhymes and chants*