Make the Hits Mobb Deep (Ft. The Alchemist)
"Make the Hits" by Mobb Deep featuring The Alchemist, released in 2014, is a #HipHop track that showcases the duo's mastery of gritty street narratives and lyrical prowess. The song emphasizes themes of resilience, authenticity, and the hustle required to succeed in the music industry. The Alchemist's production features dark, atmospheric beats that complement the raw, introspective lyrics. This collaboration highlights Mobb Deep's enduring influence in hip-hop culture, reinforcing their legacy as pioneers of East Coast rap.
[Intro: (Havoc) & The Alchemist]
(Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, fo' real)
You are now tuned into the sounds
Handcrafted & designed, by the H A V O C
Havoc beats, (fo' real) A-L-C talkin'
[Verse One: Havoc]
You know my name, you know my pedigree
It ain't a game, who could do this better then me?
As far as I'm concerned, niggas better play that position
Their slugs will be hittin' that target, neva missin'
And - how many times, do I gotta go through that beef
Protectin' my shines, wit nothin' but that big heat
I'm down to Earth, but niggas wanna to bring it
Up to that next level, swing, don't sing it
But I warn y'all, tear y'all niggas in new ass off
Compared to Hav', nigga I'm dope, you lactose
Pass the roach; you laughin' I'ma get that last tot
Gangstas to fly bitches, I rap for those
And - layin' it down, just like it's suppose to be layed
Check mate on a nigga when my moves is made
Don't believe? The proof is in the pudding, my nigga
Straight face when I'm pullin' the trigger, you didn't know?
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yo it's the word, you hate P?
You hatin' on Hav?, the A-L-C?
We gettin' doe, we got the V's
That make your hoe come up out them panties
And - we do it big, we +Make The Hits+
Y'all make the check, like it's come up off the checks
You gettin' broke, we gettin' rich
We got the guns that make a mess, uggghh!
(Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, fo' real)
You are now tuned into the sounds
Handcrafted & designed, by the H A V O C
Havoc beats, (fo' real) A-L-C talkin'
[Verse One: Havoc]
You know my name, you know my pedigree
It ain't a game, who could do this better then me?
As far as I'm concerned, niggas better play that position
Their slugs will be hittin' that target, neva missin'
And - how many times, do I gotta go through that beef
Protectin' my shines, wit nothin' but that big heat
I'm down to Earth, but niggas wanna to bring it
Up to that next level, swing, don't sing it
But I warn y'all, tear y'all niggas in new ass off
Compared to Hav', nigga I'm dope, you lactose
Pass the roach; you laughin' I'ma get that last tot
Gangstas to fly bitches, I rap for those
And - layin' it down, just like it's suppose to be layed
Check mate on a nigga when my moves is made
Don't believe? The proof is in the pudding, my nigga
Straight face when I'm pullin' the trigger, you didn't know?
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yo it's the word, you hate P?
You hatin' on Hav?, the A-L-C?
We gettin' doe, we got the V's
That make your hoe come up out them panties
And - we do it big, we +Make The Hits+
Y'all make the check, like it's come up off the checks
You gettin' broke, we gettin' rich
We got the guns that make a mess, uggghh!
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