Mobb Deep — Hoodlum

[Verse 1: Havoc] Sometimes it feels like the whole world's against me But is it the Henny that bent me? I be in the zone Gazin' at the walls, depressed, iggin' the phone They take it personal But only a minor few can understand what this nigga feelin' 41st 'til I die, motherfucka (No doubt) I'm still breathin' You a mutt, son, we full bred, you ain't my dog Tryin' to infiltrate my clique, is you? I get wit' you Handle that on a later note We o'er-dose, every day the death is so close I'm tryin' to tell these cats, but I let 'em do they thing Ready for the bad news 'til the phone ring Son is dead, now I'm in way over my head, seekin' revenge, son Bent, son, on your behalf tryin' to laugh [Verse 2: Prodigy] Check out the drill, dunn, conceal guns, play the hum For real, son's leanin' back, checkin' out the action On the benches, we drinkin' Xs Yo, twirl dat shit, while I spark this chocolate Burn it down like an arsonist Pull out the miz 'cause its time to bring the biz to kids And blow all hell fire out ya empire Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire I'm lettin' off 'til my arms tire I sit quiet wit' my head full of riot Our buyers, it's clear for your ear to hear I declared only live niggas rap this year '96 - I lost my dun, '97 - It got worse Fuck it, somebody out the team gotta get murked And sat down, you play the background when shots sound off Flashin' back on how my mans is gone K.B. forever in my memory I spill some Henny then I keep it movin' [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, do our thing, hold it down, we got this, lockin' this Ain't nobody stoppin' this, Rakim and Infamous Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt, crash the boards And you don't really wanna go against the source [Verse 3: Big Noyd] Surprise, open your eyes, peep the foulness, the wildness It's bugged, niggas thugs in the projects, you holiday thugs Ease up, all that illin' and grillin', get ya melon lit up Y'all niggas is butt, you want me? I'm right in QB, what? Where you find me at, sippin' Cognac from a cup With my heat next to my nuts Never afraid to pull it and bust Slug rushes to your head like dust, but that wasn't enough This one was kind of tough, he squeezed back Better believe he no longer breathe, black Fuckin' with these Queens cats I got dreams raisin' my little queen And nobody gonna stop that In fact, black, if you come at me, don't come sloppy All my baby girl got is a papi To guide her through this world of hatred And I'd die to see that she make it And die to let the next man take it? Is you stupid? Verse 4: Rakim Yo, you wanna come test? Son, it's massive stress Penalties of death, pay your last respects We harass your rep if you slept or half-step We adapt to see what we can master next After sex, pass the bless for after effects Relax the stress, do math and set mad connects Cash the check, to get assets we blast TECs Dealin' with the mental aspects of chess So retreat your troops, if you dunns come to shoot Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute I keep 'em leery of the deadly '7 MC' theory Soon as they hear me, I release "Lyrics of Fury" And quick to say a poem that ricochet in your dome My clique made me leave the nickel-plated at home So I can get the cheddar and be the better trendsetter The 18th Letter forever, what! [Chorus x2: Havoc] Do our thing, hold it down, we got this, lockin' this Ain't nobody stoppin' this, Rakim and Infamous Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt, crash the boards And you don't really wanna go against the source