Mobb Deep - Give Up The Goods Lyrics

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Featuring Big Noyd



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 **** you think is livin' to this day?

I'm tryin' to tell these young *****s crime don't pay

They looked at me and said "Queen's *****s 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 *****s tryna shorten my rope.



Yo it's the are - a double p

E - are, n - o - why - d

*****s can't **** 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, ***** 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 ****in' 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 mutha****a

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 *****s 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

'cause *****s 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-*** *****

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 *** 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 yours and get laid

Give up the goods and get sprayed.

I got lots of love, for my crew that is

No love for them other crews and rival kids

All them out-a-town *****s know what time it is

And if they don't they need to buy a watch

Word up

Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt

While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup

On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous

You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless

First of all slow down, you on the wrong route

Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about

The street life ain't nuttin' to play with

No jokes no games kid

For years I been doin' the same ****

Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids

Extortin' crack heads

And stickin' up the stick-up kids


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