MOBB DEEP - RIGHT BACK AT YOU Lyrics

(Prodigy)Yea, yea, check it outNow run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whateverWe can die togetherAs long as I send your maggot ass to the esscenseI don't give a fuk about my prescenceI'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't waitFor the next crab nigga to step and meet fateI'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel24-7. Mac 11 is my peopleSo why you wanna end your little life like thisCuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifelessI live by the day only if I survive the last nightDamn, right, I ain't trying to fightWe can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floorMy slugs will put a stop to your hardcoreWays of action, I grab the gat andAin't no turning back when I start blastingPick up the handle and insert the potionCock the shit back in a calm like motionNo signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in dangerNever share your plans wit a stranger, word is born(Chorus)I put the glock on you kid, now I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crewLet's get it on nigga, do what we gotta doYou bucking me, I'm bucking right back at youChorus(Havoc)Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're fromCuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big gunsAround my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of townersCome through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounderThe loud sounder, ear ringerAnd I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingersYou got a real ice grill but are you really realStep to the hill and I'm a test your gun skillsCuz real niggaz don't try to profileYou just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyleBut swing that bullshit this wayAnd I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stayQueensbridge, that's where I'm fromThe place where stars are born and phony rappers get done6 blocks and you might not make it throughWhat you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at youWit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crushYou thought that you could come around my way, you big stupidfukWhat the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed youTo come out your face, now I have to wet youThrow on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent?Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30Chorus(Rae and Ghostface)Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it liveRocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad highPeace to that whiz kid and playas on his teamWho's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAMAnd yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shitWhip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricksYour whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchableIn the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and WuThere's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sonsJums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your gunsYou know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siranSealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expandMasked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrenderGet ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember(Big Noyd)My little thug's selling drugs and he's strugglingThe game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousinBut he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projectsBut wit no doubt, shorties out for his respectBut is his brain insane from the lyeFrom smoking that 118 ?chiny tye?Why, a nigga just died last weekAs he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the streetBut it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack macHis eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his backBut I'm stressed and he need to be blessedWit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like thatSlow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play meYou must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed meThen he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed meThug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy