QUIET STORM Mobb Deep INTRO: Been through it all man Blood, sweat, and tears Niggas dead and shit What the fuck else could happen, yo I don't think much more, so I don't remember yo We done seen it all, been through it all yo, let ya Niggas know right know Word the mother for real for real That shit is the truth We not lying I put my lifetime in between the paper lines I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P yeah you heard of him But I ain't concerned with him Nigga I pop more guns then you holding them Made my route while the suns out In scoulgemin, a low tin In broad daylight, get right F%#@ your life I pawned my 98 dirtbike You try to stop minds from growin' I'll make your blood stop flowing Take affirmative action To any ass if he askin' And here comes the Mac-10 You're a dick blower, tryin' to speak the dun language What the drilly with that though It ain't bangin' You hooked on Mobb-Phonics Infamous Bonics Lying to the pop dog like you got it You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist thrower Rusty shank holder we live this shit HOOK: 'Cause it's the real shit Shit that make 'em feel shit Lump em in the club shit Have you wildin' out when you bump this Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga O.D. 'cause it's never enough (2x) Yo the P rocks 40 inch cables Drinking White Label My chain hand down to my dick my peeps band glass tables Diamonds and guns before the fame duke A nigga like me holds Teks, are you the same too? Going through the emotions, a gun holding Long shotguns down my pants, leg limpin' Killer bees still livin', even my pops too He taught me how to shoot when I was 7 I used to buck shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that I love my niggity black I'll take the life of anybody trying to change what's left And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death All ya brand new Niggas just scared to death I spent too many nights sniffing coke getting right Wasting my life Now I'm tryin' to make things right Grand open some gates Invest in the Rap business Do things for the kids (the little duns) Build a Jumbo Jim behind the crib, so they could enjoy youth CVR's, and VCR's ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please Don't make me have to risk my freedom We worked our whole life for this You get your shit beated (for reaaaal) HOOK: 'Cause it's the real shit Shit that make 'em feel shit Lump em in the club shit Have you wildin' out when you bump this Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga O.D. cause it's never enough (2x) It go 1, 2, 3 to the 4th That nigga P double got that shit for yall's People that rock 2's Stirring up pots to brew In hells kitchen, I chef the impossible To serve hot plates All across the unified states Sit down and sup with the top rap reps We the streets that's whatchin' boy move dillenger You better walk like the nigga on the tight rope do Infamous first infantry First of vision, fourth mission First assignment, give them that shit they been missing My new addictions, way bitchin Those that listen, get addicted to my diction F*@# rhymes I write prescriptions For your disease generic rap just not potent like P 1, 100 C.c.'s on the throttle I peel off, chest naked on Katanas Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is full bread Fully blown, melidentone I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses With thirst for worst beats So I could put, more product out on the streets Get respect and love, all across the ball We've been adored, for keeping it raw Nothing less or more I score everytime for sure While the rest of ya niggas just live HOOK: 'Cause it's the real shit Shit that make 'em feel shit Lump em in the club shit Have you wildin' out when you bump this Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga O.D. cause it's never enough (2x) ---------------------------------- Source: Blape123@aol.com [Top][Pop/Rap/R and B Page]