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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 tunnel bang and and get me
The five hundred bitches free
He kid with the God and let all my gods come through
Live on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And too

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

My got in lock 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 spenders and the Scrooger's
Thugs holdin' fort wit the shot Rugers
The that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser

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

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

Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on
Nemesis renegade, down barricades
days are gettin' rough, another brother handcuffed
Fallen victim to the game is like corrupt

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

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

For every I write, reality bites
My clique keeps shit too tight
and know the rule

I gets insight plus info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will that ass like goin' raw with nymphos
So protect lifestyle, rock your vest
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 blow, got ta guard you now
Kid, you get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on profile

your character, you ain't got stamina
Nigga get dough, I ain't mad at'cha
The Infamous handle business, gonna make
Forever, son, kid you heard it the grapevine

To my royal thug committees and
live the life of Frank Nitty
The big city mobster, the C to D
Has made the god unholy, skies forever me
The prophecy, another chapter, there's no me

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

I anaylse 'erb, so I roll 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 forever reclinin'

To the shoot, physicals in paradox
The world is hot and my plot is to grand's and yachts
Until then I be a strife individual, dwellin' in days
from the deeez plus the sun's rays

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

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

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

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