Various Artists - Quiet Storm (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy] Just been through it all man Blood, sweat, and tears n***as is dead and sh** What the f** else can happen yo? I don't think much more son, word to mother yo We done seen it all, and been through it all yo Let y'all n***as know right now Word to mother for real, for real That sh** is the truth [Verse 1: Havoc] Blowin' n***as with rusty-a** German things Keepin' it thorough is our motherf**in' claim to fame Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all Hit 'em with the four, don't even know him from a hole in the wall Get at me n***as wanna clap me Snitches wanna rat me? Put it right where they back be Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer Sendin' kites with the Motorolas, yo Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats Since a little dude, eating n***as food buck-fifty's n***as can k** me but they comin' wit me How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack Only a fly b**h like that can leave em relaxed Rock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead Yo, I smile up in your face though I'm plottin' instead [Hook x2: Lil' Kim] Yo, it's the real sh** sh** to make you feel sh** Thump 'em in the club sh** Have you wilding out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a n***a OD cause it's never enough [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Hot damn ho, here we go again Light as a rock b**h, hard as a co*k b**h This sh** knock for blocks through hardtops In the parking lots Where my n***a Roc like to spark-a-lot My Brooklyn style speak for itself Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt The embezzler, chrome treasurer The U-N-O competitor I'm ten steps ahead of ya I'm a leader, y'all on some followin' sh** Comin' in this game on some modeling sh** b**hes s** co*k just to get to the top I put a hundred percent in every line I drop It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B Queensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P, what Y'all wish I lived the life I live A-yo Prodigy, tell 'em what this is Dunn [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] I could never get enough of it, yo that's my sh** I need that sh**, to boost my adrenaline Yo, rock that sh** That real life sh** Makes b**hes wanna thug it Makes the projects love it We come through like, f** it Y'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait At the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost It's gangster how we rock, while you watch Attracted to our style, this is how we get down With big j**elry and big guns We get busy, it get grizzly, beat n***as bloody Twist n***as fronting, get to running Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping When my n***as step in the place Damn, you gotta love it [Hook]