Get Away Mobb Deep
"Get Away" by Mobb Deep, released in 1999, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of escape from struggles, street life, and the desire for freedom. The lyrics convey a sense of urgency and resilience, reflecting the harsh realities of urban existence. Its gritty production and hard-hitting beats enhance the emotional weight, solidifying Mobb Deep's cultural impact in the rap scene.
[Verse 1: Havoc & Sample]
Sometimes I feel I gotta (Get away) from these streets like a fiend for crack
The pull to be back, it's real, got a nigga goin' (Ooh, ooh)
'Cause no matter the drama, the gossip
My heart is the hood; my dogs, niggas I rock with
(Get away) before you get clapped; with the tongue, were too loose?
Have everybody on the corner goin' (Ooh, ooh)
Holdin' they mouth, shocked as fuck
How Havoc just aired that boy out
(Get away) and now there's blood on my Timbs (Damn)
Snitches callin' 1-800 crime stoppers
When they see me, they like (Ooh, ooh)
'Cause they want that thousand dollars
And not only that; police will die to catch a fucking collar
(Get away) and I'm outta here
Ain't no tellin' when I be back
Get rid of this gat, dog, you know I flew (For real, for real)
(Ooh, ooh) hell out of Dodge
Nigga bout this paper, ain't no time to be sittin' behind bars
[Hook: Havoc & Sample]
I gotta (get away), but fuck that; never let a nigga take me out of my zone
If he try, then blow him, it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens nigga, grimy, retarded
You know
I gotta (get away), but fuck that; never let a nigga take me out of my zone
If he try, then blow him, it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens nigga, grimy, retarded, you know
Sometimes I feel I gotta (Get away) from these streets like a fiend for crack
The pull to be back, it's real, got a nigga goin' (Ooh, ooh)
'Cause no matter the drama, the gossip
My heart is the hood; my dogs, niggas I rock with
(Get away) before you get clapped; with the tongue, were too loose?
Have everybody on the corner goin' (Ooh, ooh)
Holdin' they mouth, shocked as fuck
How Havoc just aired that boy out
(Get away) and now there's blood on my Timbs (Damn)
Snitches callin' 1-800 crime stoppers
When they see me, they like (Ooh, ooh)
'Cause they want that thousand dollars
And not only that; police will die to catch a fucking collar
(Get away) and I'm outta here
Ain't no tellin' when I be back
Get rid of this gat, dog, you know I flew (For real, for real)
(Ooh, ooh) hell out of Dodge
Nigga bout this paper, ain't no time to be sittin' behind bars
[Hook: Havoc & Sample]
I gotta (get away), but fuck that; never let a nigga take me out of my zone
If he try, then blow him, it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens nigga, grimy, retarded
You know
I gotta (get away), but fuck that; never let a nigga take me out of my zone
If he try, then blow him, it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens nigga, grimy, retarded, you know
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