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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 around, a kid tried to hit me
I back him down wit the

It had to be the in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me
The first five hundred 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 me off and breakin' off
Weed bitch of stallion but my dick went soft

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

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

Dominant chapter, the obsolete
And my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind beneath your
My heart's harder than concrete and nervous
Be walked offbeat but still thugs heats

I get deeper than skin, paragraphs within
Dear Lord, my life is trife, please for me sins
My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra
One love to my thugs up north in the

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

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

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

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

I gets insight plus info do stickers with my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass like goin' raw nymphos
So your lifestyle, rock your vest
Or get your 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 on profile

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

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

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

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

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

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

A.C.D. livin', street
My ice niggas livin', life
Them jewel rockin niggas livin', life
Them crack livin', street life
Them niggas livin', street life

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

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