Текст песни Mobb Deep - Give Up The Goods (Just Step) (feat. Big Noyd)

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Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast the fool retaliated so I had to think fast pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay they looked at me and said Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way. It's type hard tryna survive in New York state can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate po po comes around and tries to relocate me lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause havin' cash is highly addictive especially when you're used to havin' money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope. Yo it's the r - a double p e - r, n - o - y - d Niggas can't fuck with me comin' straight outta QB pushin' an Infiniti you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? Definitely, to the death of me come and test me trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual I'm born wit' it I'm gettin' on wit' it an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka you know my flow, you know my stilo even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty in case my PO try to troop me to the island and if I start wildin' flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya. Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs the streets is real can't roll without steel I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son it's all about robbin' so don't be alarmed when we come through, 'cause we supposed to if you opposed to get your face blown dude, off the map cause I react, attack a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that drug dealin' I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin' Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life Step to his business 'cause it's only right po po ain't around so I grab my pound Money retaliated so I hit the ground my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga That ain't even from my town hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens I stop firin' He cut ass like a diamond Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window call my son, yo son we got beef but no question Money had a problem so I solved him. I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid thinkin' of ways to take loot already made there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid gimme

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