Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Murda Muzik

Can't Fuck Wit Lyrics

[Intro: Havoc, (Prodigy)]

Yeah... yeah... yeah (Let it go... let it go)

Yo, that's right (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That's right)

Oh, yeah (Check it out, tell 'em, dunn)

Oh...

[Chorus x2: Havoc]

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit (uh-uh)

Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit (uh-uh)

Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real

Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

[Havoc]

Yo, if I sat at wrote a verse for all the niggaz I hated

Most definately, if not you, kill somebody belated

Sound foul with a subject, dunn, no women or kids

Dump you up under a bridge in a cardboard box

I'm like nothin to do wit it, believe it or not

I'm washin my hands to get bent with Henney or rock

Up in the rep bangin my chest off, pealin my socks

Niggaz do it to death, I sleep with my 6 cocked

Like Henney rock, one sip, ya love it a lot

While you sleepin, I'm creapin wit the intricate plot

Cuz picture me up in the morgue, way before my time

Picture you tryin to get my while I'm still tryin to get mines

Asshole, have ya brain lookin like Castro

Dunn, I heard you wanted me (be careful what you ask for)

Bitch, if I buck you, damn Short snitched

The nigga just mad cuz he can't cop crisp

[Chorus x2]

[Raekwon]

I observe the dread, winter time, big shot in my leg

Blood barrels, a big thick Benneton keg

Razor glass full, salute all teflon, shoot wit the left arm

We sleepin wit nukes, the blood is shed warm

High-voltage guns, nuns wit jums in the gums

Razors, lazers, bulletproof blazers

Yo, remind what the team chanted

They bought the jewel from a don wit a king-sized hat on, slanted

Kangol wit Bentol, ya mental, mid-war

Spill Hen' in the store, that's for the own'

Blaze wit a bent 4, yo these laws is your's

When we pour gasoline all in ya pours and draws

So decievin, flow speed change, lay him down, empty breathin

Instead of these leaks, we leave the weak weapin

Operation: apparatus, spray shots through ya grey Stratus

Straight up status for maggots

[Chorus x2]

[Prodigy]

Soldier boys stay on ya toes, be on ya P's and Q's

Keep ya eyes bright comin out ya buildin, duke

You might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya death

Niggaz slumber, I put 'em in a deep coma

I keep guns cuz it's like that, you figure it out

I got an arson for niggaz tryin to figure me out

You ain't a killa, you just talk more, runnin ya mouth

The type of nigga, we'll stomp out and bloody down

Look, we a Mobb for real, don't let the LP's twist it

Cut me a cheque cuz I don't talk business

Drop anthems worth millions and spend millions

Take trips with my niggaz to the Keys on the weekends

Serious jewels, pissy off the fruits

Dunn, we move like the marines, move when we come through

Seduce bitches dizzy, half they friends and they moms wanna hit me

Y'all know my stiggity

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: Havoc]

Yeah, yeah...