[Intro]
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
(Rise) Now check this out; you already know what it is. I'm chillin' with my boy Juice. Hip hop knockin' at your fuckin' door, nigga. (Hip hop). Serbia, nigga. (Hip hop info). Hip hop info. Let's do it. Let's talk about it
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Come through, black hoodie, black mask, black truck
Fully automatic sprayin' at you, better back up
Act up, get clapped up - don't let this rap shit fool you
Must've lost your noodles, motherfucker, I will shoot you
In a hot second, and for the record
When it come to drama niggas know I got a fetish
Call the paramedics, your boy leakin' bad
Night night, nigga, wrap 'em in a sleepin' bag
A war goin' on no man is safe from
Think about ice grillin' me and get your face donе
When it come to slugs, nigga, I don't waste none
You know I walk with it, know it's on the waist, son
And when I'm in Serbia you know I got the juice
Chillin' with Juice top-down in the coupe
Aim, ready, shoot - hand over the fuckin' loot
Mobb Deep forever, nigga, somethin' you already knew
[Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap]
Ever since a little youth, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush
Ever since a little youth, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush
Ever since a little youth, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
(Rise) Now check this out; you already know what it is. I'm chillin' with my boy Juice. Hip hop knockin' at your fuckin' door, nigga. (Hip hop). Serbia, nigga. (Hip hop info). Hip hop info. Let's do it. Let's talk about it
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Come through, black hoodie, black mask, black truck
Fully automatic sprayin' at you, better back up
Act up, get clapped up - don't let this rap shit fool you
Must've lost your noodles, motherfucker, I will shoot you
In a hot second, and for the record
When it come to drama niggas know I got a fetish
Call the paramedics, your boy leakin' bad
Night night, nigga, wrap 'em in a sleepin' bag
A war goin' on no man is safe from
Think about ice grillin' me and get your face donе
When it come to slugs, nigga, I don't waste none
You know I walk with it, know it's on the waist, son
And when I'm in Serbia you know I got the juice
Chillin' with Juice top-down in the coupe
Aim, ready, shoot - hand over the fuckin' loot
Mobb Deep forever, nigga, somethin' you already knew
[Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap]
Ever since a little youth, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush
Ever since a little youth, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush
Ever since a little youth, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfucking pen and just rush
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
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