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M O B B D E E P, A.C.D. burn
get lifted, Queens, is you wit me?
Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid to hit me
I back him down wit the

It had to be the thug in me, ya bang and come and get me
The five hundred bitches free
He kid with the God jewel and let all my come through
Live niggas on this of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And too

on me? Well then, fuck you
Gone wit your high class ass if you to
Outta you be suckin' me off and breakin' off
bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft

My Mobb got in wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked
Run up in spot, mask-n-glove shit
Queens involved with thug shit, you get lump dead
Crank, we in the bathroom

To the three-time losers, abusers
Big money and the Ebenezer Scrooger's
Thugs holdin' fort wit the sixteen Rugers
The cream I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser

Dominant chapter, assassinin' the
And my Mobb Deep to put the wind beneath your feet
My heart's than concrete and nervous streets
Be walked offbeat but still carry heats

I get deeper skin, paragraphs from within
Dear Lord, my life is trife, forgive for me sins
My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for friends
One love to my up north in the Pens

Be a prophet to raise, beat my on stage
Nemesis renegade, breakin' down
These days are gettin' rough, another brother
Fallen victim to the game is style's corrupt

My crime niggas livin', life
Them Queen niggas livin', street
My drug niggas livin', street
My niggas livin', street life

You thug niggas livin', street
NYC livin', street
My niggas livin', street life

For every I write, reality bites
My clique keeps rolled too tight
Regulate and the rule

I gets some insight info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass goin' raw with nymphos
So protect your lifestyle, rock your
Or get Teflon put to the motherfuckin' test

pen put on points, son, you know
on the low, got the back, oh, no, no
When I'm on a dough blow, got ta you now
Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on

Change your character, you got stamina
Nigga get that dough, I mad at'cha
The Infamous handle business, gonna mines
Forever, son, kid you heard it the grapevine

To my royal committees and outlaws
That live the life of Nitty
The big mobster, the C to D [unverified]
Has the god unholy, skies forever watch me
The prophecy, chapter, there's no stoppin' me

Propagation, my life is far from fiction
'Cause at one time, the .44 bullets took the
Bring sparks and

I anaylse this 'erb, so I with trife characters
The for the world to cap
And shiner like a full diamond with perfect designin'
Philly's and 9 mili's and Coupe De Villey's forever

To the shoot, physicals in this
The world is hot and my plot is to receive and yachts
Until then I be a individual, dwellin' in these days
Scorch from the plus the sun's rays

Dead President dreams and million schemes
Queens, the land of cream fiends, A.C.D. the world terrorist
Stainless Rugers for the intruders and my Infamous
Thru New York and worldwide, we penetrate your
[Unverified] drama, son and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven's

A.C.D. livin', life
My ice niggas livin', street
Them jewel niggas livin', street life
crack niggas livin', street life
Them coke-sellin livin', street life

Word, NYC livin', street
My man L.E.S. livin', life
The whole livin', street life
Word up son, livin', street life

Word up, A.C.D
Mobb Deep in the
Yo yo,
me down, son
(No doubt, son)
em down, son
(I back, son)