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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "Right Back At You (Freestyle)"

[opening gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid]

Yea (yo P it's on in this mother$#&@er) that 2003 %#@!

Yo check it out

[Havoc]

$#&@ where you at kid, $#&@ where you from
Pistol-whip a ^!$$% dumb slugs (DAMN) hittin up lungs (uh-huh)
My ^!$$% just got sent to the sprungs[?], %#@! is real

He went for razors spittin them %#@!s from under his tongue
And from birth I was a hustler, no talk I'm buckin ya
No matter if a dime (*##$, my ^!$$% (*##$ ain't $#&@in her

Loyalty to the click, forever Mobb 'til I die !#$*
(BEOTCH) Open my casket wide
So you can see how fly, ^!$$% from N.Y. do it

^!$$% front on me, and die, so why do it
I swear, feel like I've been here before, my first dealings went raw
And tried to convert it to cash that's pure (WHOO.. KID)

We gettin money ^!$$%z fingers behind triggers, that go without sayin
Block ain't affiliated we sprayin
And anybody that you see, gettin past us payin

On some "Quiet Storm" %#@!, mother$#&@er it's still rainin

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Aiyyo - what we got the drop on you kid, now we got you
You got the heart to get biz without your crew?
Let's get it on ^!$$% do what we gotta do

You buck at me I'm buckin right back at you
We got the drop on you kid, now we got you
You got the heart to get biz without your crew?

Let's get it on Dunn do what we gotta do
You buck at me I'm buckin right back at you


[Prodigy]
Let me start things off
In the room just drinkin my drink, check out my thoughts

I'll be buried too soon, but at the same time
I see a very good future, what it's gon' be Dunn
You never know will ya, got guns by the pi-dound

to destroy beef, better tell your dawg sit down
I hits off the (? ?) like a little green army man
Pullin grenade pins on the floor shootin

Murder a human, invadin my space
And do the slip like Thomas Crown, vacate the place
Take your (*##$ like, Tony Montana or Goldie

Swift with my talk like the serpent did Eve
When my ^!$$%z emerge, we intensify things
You can smell it in the air that's the %#@!, hittin the fan

^!$$%z gon' feel me when my thing bang
And we continue to party like eternal Sunday


[Outro]
Shout out.. Infamous Records.. ha ha
Can't forget, LandSpeed (blam) yea yea

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