Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Unknown

G.O.D. Pt. III (Remix) Lyrics

featuring Ty Knitty and Gambino 

Intro: Havoc 

No doubt! 

Yo yo y'know how we did on The Infamous album right? 

Aight we gonna do it again son 

(Havoc) 

Yo 

Laid up in the cut watch these rap niggas fuck you up 

Thick as shorty guts get the men to set you up 

It's the most trifle 44th Side disciples 

Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour 

Niggas come with the "I gave you birth kid, I'm sellin you" 

The Infamous got PC for days 

We runnin thru townships, fuckin shit 

Kid, we down shit 

Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique 

9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's 

Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD 

I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin 

Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again 

Songs about 'We all around the NC' 

Cop the E series, jealous ones envy 

Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me 

I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie 

I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that 

Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin with that? 

(Prodigy) 

To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy 

Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti 

Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty 

Scarface and Gambino, New York City 

It's P live and direct, stab ya neck 

Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit 

Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch 

My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets 

Your time's wasted for figurin P 

was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously 

You get lumped sometin horribly and then we calmly 

guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly 

Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out 

After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out 

Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout 

Mobb niggas to the exit, we out 

(Ty Knitty) 

9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse 

QBC on the L-I-E sippin Hennessey 

and Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy 

Eyes forever chingy up in the Mariott 

Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low 

The 5-0migos, the gigolo, what nigga? 

(Gambino) 

A technique official wipe me 

Internal bleedin he felt, heat then cold feet 

QBC committee, Ty Knitty hit the safe 

The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates 

We escape, ain't no turnin back to Stat 

Pushin back-to-back acts, gettin cheddar 

Drug smugglin trusty, catchin faith 

We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake! 

Chorus: 

My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears 

and thirty years for years, start niggas and drink beers 

Tired of livin life this way, crime pay 

But for how long till you reach a downfall 

Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all 

Animal instinct, these niggas gettin clapped on instinct 

I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay 

But for how long till you reach a downfall 

*repeat* 

(Nigga) Motherfucker! 

Word up!