Nyce - Set Me Free lyrics

[Havoc] It's all, ready in motion, you cowards getting laid down Soundscan looking weak, at a high escape now Play around, lay around, n***as getting left out Dudes trying to steal the kid swag like a klepto Won't be satisfied until I let the tech blow Ride through your hood, with no problemo Creeping on you n***as, don't get caught sueno Yeah, you know it's nothing for me to clap the metal Mobb etched in stone, we heavy in the ghetto I've been trying to tell 'em, way before the label shelved them Get your weight up first, and then talk to me You not caked up, your whole team booty Ya'll done say sh**, I react with the toolie I know your history, you can't fool me Table for them groupie n***as can't fool me [Hook: Nyce] I'mma keep on banging, til they set me free I'mma ride til I die, head to the sky, til he set me free Still riding on til the Lord give me greens I'mma ride, homey, til the Lord give me greens I'mma ride, homey, til the Lord give me greens I'mma ride, homey, til the Lord give me greens Two guns up, label me a f**ing king [Prodigy] Amen, ain't nothing popping off over there, but your mouth P the newest sh** cracking like them n***as down south H keep making these beats for me to k** Our studios like a morgue, cuz songs get bodied I shoot up your ba**, stab up your drums P keep writing that sh** that you could feel And reach out and touch, cuz this sh** real I pity the fool that ain't hit the Mobb Deep You n***as is food, we vultures, we gon' eat We show you how to move in a room full of lions Infamous, can't nobody stop our glory Whoever said they could, they was telling stories This is not a fable, these our the facts Prodigy and Havoc leave you bleeding on your back When Prodigy and Havoc come to catch a little wreck I break ya little neck and take ya little shine You dumber then a mule, you f**ing with some dons Hav is a don from way beyond P is a don P, like the Don Perigion Catch a n***a slipping, pop bottles when they gone [Hook] [Nyce] I see me in a casket, n***as touching my corpse Going down in history, as the king of New York And BK the Unit, we the new Supreme Team Dream team machines with a beam blow ya spleen Out ya Maskeen jeans, you green fiend Uh, nothing but cash, is what I'm hearing Getting money now, so I dump the cannon out the Phantom f** the fan, I keep the strap both sides of my hip When I'm squeezing, the only time I ghost ride the whip Dump dump reload, the wrong fire strength Uh, eyes bloodshot, ride let the sub plot Die from a blood clot, try to make this thug stop My enemies scared and they panicking Remember me? Leave this n***a stiff like a mannequin, homey It's over, n***a back on the stretcher AK's and max with the all black oppressor When a n***a die, bury me with a beretta So when I get to hell, man, I got a vendetta And that's how it's going down, it's thug life forever [Hook]