Mobb Deep - Right Back At You lyrics

(prodigy) Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as i send your maggot a** to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my prescence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab n***a to step and meet fate I'm lethal when i see you, there is no sequel 24-7. mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if i survive the last night Damn, right, i ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, i grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when i start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion co*k the sh** back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born (chorus) I put the glock on you kid, now i got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on n***a, do what we gotta do You bucking me, i'm bucking right back at you Chorus (havoc) Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where i'm from, n***az pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, n***az don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And i'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and i'm a test your gun sk**s Cuz real n***az don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullsh** this way And i'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where i'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now i have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent? Twist a n***a cap, then jump in the j-30 Chorus (rae and ghostface) Who's the richest n***a in the project, who got it live Rocking convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw sh** Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging nas, mobb deep and wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, b**hes holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the bridge, boy remember (big noyd) My little thug's selling d** and he's struggling The game got him bugging, i tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and n***az getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a n***a just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But i'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy