Prodigy Of Mobb Deep - Animal Instinct lyrics

[Produced by Havoc] [Intro: Havoc] No doubt! Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right? Aight, we gonna do it again son [Verse 1: Havoc] Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap n***as f** you up Dig in shorty guts, get the b**h to set you up It's the most trifle, 41st Side disciples Take kindness for a weakness so I won't be so kind to n***as comin' through, I gave you birth kid, I'm sonnin' you The Infamous got PC for days We runnin' thru townships, f**in' sh** Kid, we down sh** Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rep the clique 9-6 droppin' wild on some Benz's Some next sh**, crash bar, ash the GOD I remember when loadin' up the gats, beef settlin' Ghetto peddling the Sonder, shorty dead again Songs about 'We all around the NC' Cop the E series, jealous ones envy Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me I bleach blind em, you can't see like Ste-vie I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that Still in the Bridge, now what's f**in' with that? [Verse 2: Prodigy] To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy Mobb sheisty, Godfather III and Gotti Rapper Noyd, Ty Maxx and Ty Nitty Scarface and Gambino, New York City It's P live and direct, stab ya neck Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire sh** Live sh** 1-9-9-6, ask your b**h My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets Your time's wasted for figuring P There's two sides of me Snake n***as obviously, you get lumped somethin' horribly and then we calmly guzzle Spumantely and Dom Pérignonly Move the crowds over, cruise the f** out After GOD drinks had to shoot our f**in way out Spark flyin n***as dyin, b**hes cryin and shout Mobb n***as to the exit, we out [Verse 3: Ty Nitty & (Gambino)] (Ty) 9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse QBC on the L-I-E an sippin Hennessey And Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Nitty jiggy Eyes forever chinky, up in the Mariott Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low The 5-0-migos, the gigolo, what n***a? [Verse 4: Twin Gambino] My technique, official white meat Internal bleeding he felt, heat then cold feet QBC committee, Ty Nitty hit the safe The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates We escape, ain't no turnin back to Stat Pushin back-to-back acts, gettin cheddar Drug smugglin tri state, catchin faith We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake! [Hook x2] My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears And thirty years for years, extort n***as and drink beers Tired of livin life this way, crime pay But for how long till you reach a downfall Thug n***as surround y'all, 4 pound y'all Animal instinct, these n***as gettin clapped on instinct I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay But for how long till you reach a downfall (n***a) Motherf**er! Word up!