Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Infamous

Give Up the Goods (Just Step) Lyrics

[Havoc] 

Sometimes I wish I had three different faces 

I'm going to court for three cases in three places 

One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn 

The way things is looking I'm 'ma see central bookings 

Facing 3 3 to 9 is mad time 

After reconcurrence for assault 2 9 

I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain 

Can lead to a mothefucka suicide thing 

And plus my provation a ill violation 

How the fuck did I get in this tight situation? 

I'm going all out you know moves I never fake 

And fuck the jake digger catch me at my way 

And if I did burn a bag of blade 

Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care 

[Prodigy] 

Son I got plans, power movements, get on some real shit 

I keep living like this I might loose it 

My man is coming home from doing long ass bids 

What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids 

It's all strange my nigga's locked down thinking long range 

And see their names in the Daily news third page 

They sent a kite to my nigga Killa 

It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squila 

A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin 

Reclined, and still came home with a shine