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[Mobb Deep]
Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God
Times is hard, visons blurred kid, I can't see far
Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased
Over some bullshit beef I pack heat
Son it's '96 and I ain't going out like that
Never roll a dollo cuz my crew got my back
And it's a fact, niggas don't know how to act
Till I cop back, react, leave 'em laying on they back
Sometime I try to maintain and chill
Stop my brain from thinking, restrain from grabbing my steal
I'm stressed out, trying to live right on the wrong route
Thinking of ways to get loot in large amounts
So I chill on the block, nigga respect mines
A giver wit the mac and the motherfucking tech nines
So pack steel if you come through, front if you want to
Before you do, so let me warn you

We more infamous, crime shit, take it to the gat
Fuck the rhyme shit, you reminded of what the nine did
Remanded, QBC, then left stranded
We cock cannons, punishing and back handing

[Chorus] - 2X

[M.O.P.]
In order to survive the game
Know the game
Hold your name
And let them niggas know
The way to win the war
Attend the war
End the war
And let your hammer go

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo, I'll leave your whole body twisted when you get lifted
And police'll have to fist rumblistics on a bisket, another statistic
I try to chill but you insisted coming all in my district
I don't know why the fuck you risk it
I be more deep, walking the streets, packing the heat
Bring the cowmeat, you'll lifted off your feet
and leave you sleeping on the concrete
Get blown at home or whatever is on your bone
Get to flown to your dome, blow chromosones out your flesh and bones
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