Man Down Mobb Deep (Ft. Big Noyd)
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[Intro: Money No & Prodigy]
That's my word, God
Kick that thug shit, God, kick that motherfuckin' thug shit, man
Word up, man (What's up, son? What's up?)
What up, Kicko? (No doubt, nigga)
Money No representin', you know what I'm sayin'?
All the time, baby
No doubt (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Who we got here, son?
Shine, baby, shine
Look, up in the sky (Who do we have here? Yo)
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit
Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flipping
You fuckin' comic, who you kidding?
My niggas laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest
Infamous crimes heinous
To interfere would be dangerous
Plain and simp', stand clear, save your strength
You couldn't go the length if you was coked up
Bombazee'd up, whatever the fuck
Who gives a fuck? You get fucked
My coalition specialize in collision
The clash of the cliques
The duel of the iron, MAC spit
And leave you half-split
You'll be missin' much more than a fraction
When it's time for action
Hit him while he man down, make that nigga backspin
Trapped up by New Yiddy madmen
We blastin', you collapsin'
Heavily like my gold MAC-10
Get imprisoned with them raps'll have you relapsin'
You get cast in the Mobb, man, for askin'
We face splashin', dope fake's icepick stabbing
He slow leakin', eternally bleedin' for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed back indecent
Live at the main event, may I present
And scream it out loud for any Squad that's Def
My Infamous Mobb, your heart throb, hold your breath
He's KO'd from dead-arm rights and hard lefts
Another satisfied consumer who got blessed
Single out your army 'til there's no man left
That's my word, God
Kick that thug shit, God, kick that motherfuckin' thug shit, man
Word up, man (What's up, son? What's up?)
What up, Kicko? (No doubt, nigga)
Money No representin', you know what I'm sayin'?
All the time, baby
No doubt (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Who we got here, son?
Shine, baby, shine
Look, up in the sky (Who do we have here? Yo)
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit
Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flipping
You fuckin' comic, who you kidding?
My niggas laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest
Infamous crimes heinous
To interfere would be dangerous
Plain and simp', stand clear, save your strength
You couldn't go the length if you was coked up
Bombazee'd up, whatever the fuck
Who gives a fuck? You get fucked
My coalition specialize in collision
The clash of the cliques
The duel of the iron, MAC spit
And leave you half-split
You'll be missin' much more than a fraction
When it's time for action
Hit him while he man down, make that nigga backspin
Trapped up by New Yiddy madmen
We blastin', you collapsin'
Heavily like my gold MAC-10
Get imprisoned with them raps'll have you relapsin'
You get cast in the Mobb, man, for askin'
We face splashin', dope fake's icepick stabbing
He slow leakin', eternally bleedin' for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed back indecent
Live at the main event, may I present
And scream it out loud for any Squad that's Def
My Infamous Mobb, your heart throb, hold your breath
He's KO'd from dead-arm rights and hard lefts
Another satisfied consumer who got blessed
Single out your army 'til there's no man left
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