Mobb Deep - sh** Hits The Fan lyrics

[Godfather Pt III] god damn, n***a left bleeding with his head in his hands wishing that he never crossed fam and but still n***as like that get left slain found days later on the ave in a can we used to dance all night my main man we used to give each other pounds wit da webs of our hands its a click thing, yall n***as wouldnt understand we used to get off loose cracks and bag grams hold each other down, duckin the blue van the d's on the roof, plus the 6-Y cab who'd ever thought u was a snake in the gra** one of my stash whip and keys to my lab you wanted me shot dead, some things you can't have I pulled out the 8, when you almost got stabbed we followed the same path, cryed and shared laughs now I can't wait, for the day to see your bloodbath plug dat, fill you up wit slugs rat take that... [chorus] they never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan they don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan they never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit them [Prodigy] I'm in a benz for stealth, thinkin on plans stopped at a red light, the birds like damn I saw one whisper to the other, thats him that MOB n***a I think he platinum pulled to the next corner hopped out and asked them if they knew directions to rhode island we was in East New York, they thought I was wildin its a click thing they wouldnt understand meanwhile I looks to my left and see some n***as frownin as if they was go flip now peep this I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six the b**h wanna blow dick cause its deep dish these n***as wanna twist me because of my necklace I'm calm though you know I got the stash in the whip I clap though, these n***as better blast very quick they coming towards me, I sat in the pa**enger seat reached underneath, grabbed the big Fifth acting like I'm not knowing whats happenin I'm still havin conversation with these hens I'm bout to have a confratation with these mens I know I'm going home wit my chain and my head yall wont dead me, I sleep in my own bed (pop pop pop pop pop) [chorus] n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan they don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan they never think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit the fan n***as don't think sh** stank, till sh** hit them