Mobb Deep - The Money lyrics

[Chorus:] Stop smilin, but still do nothin but the money (Leavin permanent scars, like getting splashed on the island) Stop smilin, but still do nothin but the money (Gimme yours, or get your manhood taken) Stop smilin, but still do nothin but the money (Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookin) Stop smilin, but still do nothin but the money [Verse 1: Havoc] Hey yo what you wanna do with that black [?] Hit you up, take that cash you ain't slug proof dude Takin yours to survive It's only matter of time I'm snatchin, livin grimy, runnin, never look back The root of evil got me acting like that Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon Since my born, I was doomed, confined to one room Now you a customer Coppi it from natural born hustlas (that's what he thought kid) Stupid son, you get extorted [Chorus] [Verse 2: Prodigy] Open your eyes, get wise, and look alive, pay attention I'm manifestin, my slugs be leavin'n***as guessing You tried to graduate, but didn't know enough lessons Time is of the essence, and yours is runnin out fast You won't last, livin out your life like that You shoulda got down with my crew, slingin cracks international But instead, you wanna merge with the rivals And moves like that could end up, homicidal You suicidal, and I'm (alive on arrival) Play the drug game with precision, and never with division I'm tryna see addition Food to fill my kitchen Some f*ggot n***as snitchin givin info We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto With tinted windows, bullets will flurry through your system Your man ran, lucky for him, because we missed him We'll catch him on the rebound, but see now We tryna make this money and you tryna stop me, what's it gonna be now You stand up to my crew and get laid down On the ground with the big four pound You hear the sound on the other side of town Where caps get peeled Break you off, love, love, give you somethin to feel [Chorus] [Verse 3: Havoc] You don't have to tell me twice I know when to chill when I have to But if I have to, I'll still clap you I'll crack through your fortress You couldn't hold it down, so you lost it No crew could withstand the forces Never second guess me, just bless me Stop smilin, bodies stackin, dead presidents pilin We wildin, lifted, terror three sixes They got a petition, for my conviction Rise to the occasion When it's time for blazin, on the 41st side n***as is cravin for drama, we can handle it It ain't nothin cause we use to it It's all good, the hood we ran through it since young It used to be candy, but now it's guns Stickin n***as son, my job ain't done [Chorus]