Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Amerikaz Nightmare

Get Me Lyrics

(feat. Littles, Noyd)

 (Get me) Uh-huh

 (They pretty) Uh-huh

 (Wit me) Uh-huh

 (It's crispy) Yeah!

 Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo.

 

 [Havoc]

 Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire

 Your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her

 Keep it gully baby boy, share that

 Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at

 Niggaz only mad cause they asses can't rap

 Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped

 Yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax

 You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that

 Catch me whylin out with a mami in Club Black

 Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed

 Yeah, if it's some'n I'm feelin you runnin that

 And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?

 Talk on the jack like Feds, got the phone tapped

 Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that

 Career ain't goin so well, I got that

 Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap!

 

 [Chorus: Havoc]

 See the cats in the whips wanna - get me

 But I got the pounds and them .9's - they pretty

 See me on the streets, them gorillas they - wit me

 Bills in the pockets, know them things is - crispy

 Yeah, y'all niggaz pussy son

 Y'all not known for bustin them guns

 So for the .9 I got beef for days

 Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away

 Call the coroner

 

 [Littles]

 Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him

 I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin fo' pounds, I walk through 'em

 Either you shook or your .9 spray

 You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way

 Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up

 The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up

 Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up

 when them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up

 There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style

 Fifteen get money, livin frozen out

 You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe

 'Fore I show you what the .9 or three-eighty like

 Want beef muh'fucker come and get me

 All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street

 Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat

 Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece

 

 [Chorus - first 1/2]

 

 [Noyd]

 Aiyyo, hey hey

 Look I walk around with my pound in a glass

 Puffin my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash

 How I roll? Why would you ask?

 Know I'm swingin my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash

 I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge

 That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh

 From the ave, where snitches get blast

 They say - no Noyd, you won't blow makin songs like that

 I say - homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last

 I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death

 Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin a tec

 Nigga we countin the scrilla with the gun on the deck

 Countin the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests

 We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest

 We hate the E-mails and the phones, the spots get blown

 It's +Deep+, we can't even speak in certain rooms

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Prodigy]

 Nope, you get outta here, fuck outta here.

 

 I'm tellin you it's somethin 'bout them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke

 They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo

 It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin to blow

 They not a group, they a muh'fuckin gang for sho'

 More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh

 Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa

 All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc

 E'rytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go

 straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there

 They know it's safe to spend they money over here

 E'rytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack

 That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack

 Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em

 They know it's safe to spend they dough over here

 Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast

 Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack!

 

 [Chorus]