Prodigy Of Mobb Deep - Losin' Weight lyrics

[Hook - Cam'ron] Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money, unless I'm moving weight? Why my life depend on what I'mma do today Why I can't move away It's just loot and me, without the scrutiny n***as screwing me; 2 and 3 truancies 4 shots, 1 toolie, G.. 1 eulogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a n***a under the world [Verse 1 - Cam'ron] When I was 11 got the toolie thick My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me some gooey sh** You can't get paid in a earth this big? You worthless kid. n***a don't deserve to live Go and get it motherf**er, if you murder kids Bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night But ever since my dough, my flow, and my ho game been tight Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear, I swear I was doing, Lex pursuing, n***as be wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing, head for truant, only set was ruined Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out I'm from a c**aine block, with some plain clothes cops Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop The pain don't stop, but my brain don't stop Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop Every month you change yo locks, change yo spot Get a little smart, want to change yo tops Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money You got Ben's arranged money, have a Benz or Range money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekends, Pablo jail See I came a long way, that's living the wrong way That's sniffing the po-na, that's sipping the cog-na, hey You wanna be a star, you have ya own day From where they play ball, drink and get a buzz Reminiscing on what a good kid he was I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved That's when you opposing me, k**a get the rosary f** this rap sh**, I'll die for mine, motherf**er [Hook - Prodigy] [Verse 2 - Prodigy] I'm around y'all, it's going down y'all Murder rap, clown n***as back down no Straight like that, y'all n***as f** around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours Thug sh**, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you a fiend now, n***a? Catch a clean bullet I live the street life, ya heard? Guns, money and birds Get dead armed and dead on your j**els and pearls Where I was placed, talking the wrong style thun Capital P, you know whats the outcome Could bout some but rather pull out the stout guns Don't let ya mouth get you in some sh** ya legs run from For all the k**as and the 100 dollar hoes Who real b**hes check me out though The most ill, more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and k**a Cam, live at the Carbon It's crazy, b**hes throwing they p**y And n***as flashing crazy