Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Juvenile Hell

Flavor for the Non Believes Lyrics

[Havoc]

Yo.. this is flavor for the non believes

Sit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pass the weed

And by the way, this is all the way live

And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes

Pumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause I wanna

The little Don Ho drug dealer ? performer

At my height, I'm described as a midget

But it ain't about height - it's about, "Can I Kick It?"

Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill

I hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil'

You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent

I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood

And when I kick MC's abandon ship

Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse

Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring

Cause I'm flippin like pages in a Word Up magazine

Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante

So explicit even porno flicks ban me

And girls gel me like jheri curl activate

The forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin

Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin

This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste

Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place

I cook you up, like Uptown raw base

And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface

Like I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw

for the cause, battle me, take a loss

I steal shows like BelBivDevoe's

and put on my latex when I hit up the hoes

You know the flavor kid, give me my props

Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops..