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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "Give Up The Goods"

[verse 1]
Hey yo queens get the money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast

The fool retaliated so i had to think fast
Pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last
Now who the $#&@ you think is livin' to this day?

I'm tryin' to tell these young ^!$$%s crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "queen's ^!$$%s don't play. do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"

It's type hard tryna survive in new york state
Can't stop till i'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me

Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with

I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia selfia p's not helpin' ya

I'm tryna get this lexus up and plus a cellular
Yo big noyd! (what up cuzin'?) i can't cope
With all these crab ^!$$%s tryna shorten my rope


[verse 2: big noyd]
Yo it's the r - a double p

E - r n - o - y - d
^!$$%s can't $#&@ with me
Comin' straight outta qb

Pushin' an infiniti
You ask can i rip it constantly? mentally?
Definitely to the death of me

Come and test me
Trust me ^!$$% couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me you're gonna have to cause i'mma blast you

My lyrical like a miracle ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it
I'm gettin' on wit' it

An' i'mma have it 'til i'm $#&@in' dead and gone wit' it
Cause i'm a what? composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor

Don't make me buck ya cause i'm a wild mutha$#&@a
You know my flow you know my stilo
Even pack my gat when i go to see my po

Jump out my hooptie
Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my po try to troop me to the island

And if i start wildin'
Flippin' on ^!$$%s walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me so i escaped see

Back to queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more cream
Know what i mean? i'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya pull out my 4 4 and bust ya


Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz ^!$$%s who fake jacks get laid on their backs

The streets is real can't roll without steel
I feel how i feel cause i was born to kill
Do what i gotta to eat a decent meal

Brothers is starvin' don't try to find a job son
It's all about robbin'
So don't be alarmed

When we come through cause we supposed to
If you opposed to
Get your face blown dude off the map

Cause i react attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so i act like that
Drug dealin'

I'm frontin on the world once i start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin e & j gettin' bent all night

Yo who dat? i never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause it's only right
Po po ain't around so i grab my pound

Money retaliated so i hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass ^!$$%

That ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
And up from under the benches i started hearin' sirens
I stop firin'
He cut $$# like a diamond

Jetted to the cribpiece what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
Call my son "yo son we got beef
But no question
Money had a problem so i solved him"


I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get laid

Give up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town ^!$$%s know what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a watch

Word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
While i be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st. my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down you on the wrong route

Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to play with
No jokes no games kid
For years i been doin' the same %#@!
Just drinkin' liquor doin' bids
Extortin' crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up kids


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