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| Mobb Deep Miscellaneous Rare Species (Modus Operandi) [Havoc] 1 2 1 2 [Prodigy] Yo however do u want however do you need P My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives To skin all ya'll cats alive Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow But assuring this, spoon-feeding these Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this Of course kids keepin they sights upon this Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh Chorus [Havoc] Yo, we the men for the operation You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, rare species Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's From Jones Beach to over-seas from over there It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's [Havoc] Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall Scheming on my property, we got the remedy Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son Stick and move, you hear me? And that's the way we rock it, the only way to live If you really think about it Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions And my whole cli-tique the same vision 41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something That your not and that's not good my friend On a personal, I ain't even feelin you cats Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, cuz you could have that [Prodigy] Four pounds, stumbled off grounds Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns You could run or take the window, son Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis? We twist and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And send me up a hub to a state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf Or wait until my time served and get released Cool, back on the streets I seen some old drama I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings Pulled out, to my man, look out Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket Beligerant glass heads, I'm bashing No knowledge of the man nor his action Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show your heat And don't flame it" You playin life, wit a man who lives by the sword And dies naturally against all common laws What, speed on and Peed on Chorus |
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