Mobb Deep - Solidified lyrics

(Prodigy) Yeah you know the sh** don't stop, never, never As we continue on With more of this drama for yo' a** {"She asked me why.."} You n***az always startin somethin and beefin with rappers, why our music so violent and so dramatic, where's the love? Why y'all go so much static Is it real for real or all for sales? I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick" We been gettin burned like the Waco kids I don't need to diss rappers for recognition You better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik You can't be SE-RIOUS We created this drama sh**, we set the trend We taught you n***az bout diamonds and guns And numerous ways we choose to earn funds We veterans, we got a decade of albums n***az done came and went, and we still poppin Our name is carved in stone Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so (Chorus) Let us solidify this - what's that? We been solidified this - but of course! Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh-huh They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course! We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man! Who do it better than us? - c'mon man! Who continue to bang and bump? That's right {"She asked me why.."} (Havoc) I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice without the headlights, case n***az know my whereabouts Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price And I'm a n***a who can roll the dice, put up the crib Won't sweat if I lose, bet your a** won't live to collect this splurge of mines, never that I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse with hammers Hit your mans up if they press the issue Some dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7 Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friend Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits Make no difference my n***a, we handle business So please with the questions they right in, front of your face Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so (Chorus) (Prodigy) n***a that you used to click with turned on you Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in j**els at the video shoot? I tell you this boo-boo: My stick-o's still my stick-o My stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm) You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb? You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off (Havoc) Believe nothin that you hear and only half of what you see n***az never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat n***az wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet n***az butches on they records but they never handle beef Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your P.O. Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O. f**in right, I'm a man of the people but I will k** you If you co*k-blockin the paper the sh**'ll get real dude (so) (Chorus)