Prodigy Of Mobb Deep - Straight Murda lyrics

(Prodigy) "Yeah... Uhu uhu... "that's right" "Yeah (echo)" "Show y'all n***as what time it is..." "Eyo!" VERSE 1: Prodigy "Yo dunny little b**h a** n***a shot up my car Y'all little dirty motherf**as know who you are Little snitch a** ba*tards, b**h a** ba*tards I still be in your hood comin' through for mad years Out in Brooklyn I see your punk a** again, yeah It'll be murder I don't care who's looking, that's right Catch right up in Sunda Ville, red hook pink houses & Queensbridge, still Can't nobody run me up out the hood, I'm like the IKEA store see me up in your hood Whether I'm there for business, or no business, ya'll idiots best mind your business When my shots go off they find their victim, then I scratch names of the sh**-list" (x2) HOOK "Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me & I still live & that's your a** (f** the story man) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder The bullets you hit me with'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder" (50 Cent: yeah) VERSE 2: 50 Cent "I can't keep count of how many n***as I cut with my blade Kilo across your face stick & then braise n***a it's hot in the hood, you can't walk with a gage Come outside with that punk, you get stuck in a cage I took the hit & got up quick, stuck in the rage and My pain just pour it through a pen & a page The wrong sh** out your mouth, you get a hole in your face Then it's back before the court, fighting the case I got extra money, my spots is pumping the base So if you can't rap it's good I hit you with a eighth They call me hustle man fam cause I switch up my hustle Get to sticking n***as up when that coke don't bubble Since a lil' n***a, I ain't been nothing but a trouble It's easy to f** up when you feel like nobody love you I keep telling y'all n***as that I came up hard And I think like a n***a in Sing-Sing on the yard" HOOK VERSE 3: Prodigy "When it's on I beat the sh** out of dead horses, keep k**ing 'em Mercedes & them Porsches, we k**ing 'em Rap music's got problems, cause I'm starting sh** Anybody got problems with P can come get it I'm not scared of you I'm very available You acting like its so hard I'm right here dude No guard, no bulletproof vest, them sh**s is too bogey & they make me sweat f** it, if it's time to go it's time to go Plus what's it gonna help when they shooting for your head yo Ain't no mission impossible & ain't no man alive got that much strength That he can't get touch huh, you that sick ain't you And that quick, you turn into a thug ain't you Huh, you that sick ain't you, and that quick, you turn into a thug ain't you" HOOK