Mobb Deep ft. Nas - Get It Forever

[Verse 1: Havoc] Niggas know and if they don’t I shoot ‘em in the head, whatever rock his f-cking boat Niggas in my face, you better leave before you can’t I lay shots like stamps, no Fedex I’m hot check the critics, call the paramedics Your man was talking reckless so you know he had to get it Me and money’s magnetic, and you the polar opposite Come through, bitch start dropping it, getting low I don’t gotta trick, the only magic I know Wore the number 32 and retired some time ago So check the liner notes and miss me with the bullshit Miss me with it or get hit with a full clip I’m back on it, you can bet your ass on it I’m so sure that I could put my f-cking last on it And if I didn’t sell then you know I rapped on it Beat so ugly, gotta put a f-cking mask on it [Hook: Prodigy] We get it forever It’s on forever Calm down, never Slow it down, never We get it forever We do this forever It’s on forever Calm down, never Slow it down, never [Verse 2: Prodigy] Looking through my eyes’ view I see nothing but Success for us, non-stop nothing but Long money, long jab I stretch Wrap around the Earth, 80 times 10 Warm breezes and Barbado nights Living sweet yea but it’s a cold life You know we strapped in, best you buckle up I did my little bid in years, yeah wassup wassup Dare a nigga trouble us, make my niggas risk all of this Infamous good shit, so quick I’ll be back inside the cage, my rage is unchanged For this change, yeah this bank, I have for this pain Change and pinky rings, estates for the kings A Queens-bred gentlemen, she know how we bang You tamper with this plush lifestyle, may you lay In a hole ’til you ferment, your bones decay [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] We come from where murders occur often on late nights Niggas is high and they eyes be red as 2 brakelights Medical marijuana, Henny bottles, and Grey Goose Semi’s and shottys on deck, everybody’s face screwed But you know this already, my hood the coldest and deadly Soldiers is ready, I am boastful, forgive me Bitches talking to cops cry when they nigga get washed Beef coulda been squashed, go finish that shit that you start No clip in your Glock, you ain’t prepared to fire We call that riding with no air in your tire You’re flattened, it’s a pattern after scrapping What usually happen, death on arrival Survival of the fittest, ain’t nothing like that Queensbridge shit Y’all niggas finished, your only chances are diminished And we don’t need no f-cking witness Ain’t what you know, it’s what you live and we live it [Hook]