The Infamous Mobb Deep (Ft. 50 Cent)
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[Intro: Prodigy]
Yeah
Just like to thank my mama
Thank you, baby, for cutting me out
Sorry, ma, I know it was hard
Look what you did though, man
And it's poppin' now
(Alchemist)
Smell like money
Smell like millions
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
That's right, niggas best to stay up in the house
Whilst we getting our money for the two thou'
Nigga, P back out in the street, so what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods in your town
Probably got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke, and dope, remember me now?
Queensbridge, motherfucker, we blow your house down
We the big bad wolves that eat your food, clown
I ain't gotta huff and puff, you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash, motherfucker, I could have you touched
But I'd rather be hands-on with that, son
Certain things, you just gotta perform yourself, son
When I start busting, I don't stop 'til I hit it, come on
Yeah
Just like to thank my mama
Thank you, baby, for cutting me out
Sorry, ma, I know it was hard
Look what you did though, man
And it's poppin' now
(Alchemist)
Smell like money
Smell like millions
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
That's right, niggas best to stay up in the house
Whilst we getting our money for the two thou'
Nigga, P back out in the street, so what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods in your town
Probably got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke, and dope, remember me now?
Queensbridge, motherfucker, we blow your house down
We the big bad wolves that eat your food, clown
I ain't gotta huff and puff, you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash, motherfucker, I could have you touched
But I'd rather be hands-on with that, son
Certain things, you just gotta perform yourself, son
When I start busting, I don't stop 'til I hit it, come on
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