Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Amerikaz Nightmare

One Of Ours Part II Lyrics

(feat. Jadakiss)

 You know, situation like this

 Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community

 Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off y'know?

 Teach 'em a little somethin

 

 [Havoc]

 Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth

 Ragu red, your brain leakin them sauces

 Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses

 Put a pep in that bop that you walk with

 When my tec spittin at reinforcements

 I could never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it

 Spittin that real, y'all cowards just cough it

 Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I'm more sick

 You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this

 You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic

 Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all bent

 My intent is to sober that ass up, leave 'em all drenched

 See what a few cups of liquor can offset

 Got a little paper, I ain't stressin, they all press

 Ain't sellin records, they come at me for more press

 When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin more vests

 Better learn how to

 

 [Chorus: repeat 2X]

 Wipe, them guns off, get that money money

 Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin funny

 Show, you motherfuckers, just how hungry you

 get, when your feet are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

 

 [* changes each repeat]

 

 [Prodigy]

 P gunna, shots stay a come up

 out them hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer

 in New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground Zero

 The Big Apple, with the worms in the middle (eww)

 The White Castle, the Empire State

 The home of that Time Magazine new face

 Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from

 by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun bust

 But look past that, and listen how a killer be

 Imagine the concert, they dancin on they seats

 Shorty mad gettin stained, she damn near about to faint

 She never saw a grimy dirty nigga like, P

 With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink

 Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing

 Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink

 Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing

 BANG!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Jadakiss]

 My niggaz they can't stop us

 Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers

 All of them is filled to the top with the vest poppers

 We can get it on with America's Best Coppers

 Soon as the lead pop you, whoever don't make it

 to the funeral or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel

 I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay nigga

 with a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper

 They say life is short, death is longer

 That makes it even harder to express my hunger

 And I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my own

 Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin to that volleyball

 A "Cast Away," I'll blast away

 Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get cash today

 And even though it's hard, niggaz is on they job

 It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll

 

 [Chorus]