Mobb Deep — Paddyshop

[Verse 1: Prodigy] You can never understand the mind state My goal is to increase the crime rate And work at a fast pace, no time to think twice Catch the fool blinkin' and he will be iced For tryna play tough on the menu But I can see the trick within you I break it down to a science, word is bond Nine times out of ten says you'll never see your life again I'm ready to die and ready for all y'all If you think you ready to try To push the God to the limit But I ambush and hit hard and bust shots in it You didn't really want to get involved with a gunfight Praying to God that you could live a long life But I put the knife to your throat and proceed to cut While you're bleedin' on the floor with your mouth shut And what? [Chorus 1] "Pumpin' mad slugs— Pumpin' mad slugs— Pumpin' mad slugs— Pumpin' mad slugs" All we do all day is "Pumpin' mad slugs" All we do all day "Pumpin' mad slugs" All we do all day is "Pumpin' mad slugs" "Pumpin' mad slugs" [Verse 2: Havoc] Step through the door, gettin' set for '94 With the mind of Saddam, hardcore, bringin' war So cock your pistol, I'm accurate like a Scud missile I'll leave a cop killer lost in your brain tissue Therefore, say no more, I'm the raw Kid with skills, give you more than what you came for My crew got my back so when you pop This Glock kicks hollow tips, hittin' you up real quick I chill on the hill, mind my own but still Stay your point, keep my steel cocked and ready for real I stay trife and walk the projects at night Livin' right? Son, they want to take my life! I'm paranoid, damn sure ain't the weed I smoke It's the phony other brothers, while I'm on, they're broke I see 'em starin', with their heat to try to get bold Starin' at my gold, so the heat I hold tight like a mic When I rhyme, commit crimes tonight Do a bid [?] pump lead, leave your whole town red Bust a vessel instead, I choose, you lose When I squeeze at enemies then blow the fuse Spark a L, burn a brain cell, love love Ayy, black, Paddyshop, light it up [Chorus 2: Big Noyd] Big Noyd in the house, representin' Mobb Deep Either smokin' a black or the bluey one-twoey Lightin' it up, light the weed and make a cloud Lightin' it up, light the weed and make a cloud Lightin' it up, light the weed and make a cloud Lightin' it up, light the weed and make a cloud [Verse 3: Prodigy] You got a lot of heart, boy, all that yappin' Actin' like it can’t happen It’s brothers like you who fail to realize the realness So, now I got to deal with this Back when I was younger, I used to get stuck But now the tables turned and I make the beef duck Quit stealin' all you who want to try and play me I bet you if I hit you with the pound you’d obey me You must be smokin' dust, my crew will flip for days And bust your face open in various ways I’m in too deep, ain't no if, what if, maybes And if you got a kid then the P is killin' babies And after that, relax and get puffed out But watch your step 'cause you could still get rubbed out Stop frontin', get a Tec to your grill For real, you ain’t ill, I know the deal Puff a fat L, burn a brain cell, love love Ayy, black, Paddyshop, lightin' it up [Chorus 3] "Pumpin' mad slugs— Pumpin' mad slugs— Pumpin' mad slugs— M—mad slugs" [Verse 4: Havoc] I leave your brain in a faze, call me, dead Your mind can’t find out project side, that’s when I climb out Be on a flow in the Ac, the two, either one, two Ayy, Black, that’s where they got that stay high Keep my mind in the sky, straight are the corrupt Front on this kid and you get bucked Left stuck off the raps I kick, Queensbridge kid, you dig? And rocks into the head, take a swig I’m bent, stay hard, and if we bump into any shorties All I want to know is any skins involved I live the high life, keep my mind right, do my dirt at night Forget the pull, word is bond, it’s on Queensbridge representin' with the automatic fullies Weaponry packed, more cracks and flip G-packs Get that loot kid, what you gonna do When my whole crew is blazin' at you? ’Cause it’s whole crews we run through I'm ill like Tommy Hill but brothers can’t figure the facts Fake Jacks, you’ll get ten in your back I react like a maniac, strapped with macs It’s what the petty tip you on c'ause I'm not on it like that I just chill, what the Hell? Everybody want to be a gangster Step to Havoc and step into the Zone of Danger They get blown with the banger You been on a whore too long, a buck fifty flippin' on me 'Cause everywhere I go, son, it’s time for me to flip Loose lips ain’t shit, aim a nine and don’t miss I learned to hold my own, protect my dome from beef I’m quick to squeeze my piece when the beef get deep I get down for my crown in a minute Wanna start drama; where's my gun? I'ma end it! And all this time, I been smokin' Drum, to relax my mind I’m stressed like a motherfuck, niggas get bucked On the ave, 'cause Queens niggas don’t give a fuck And if you didn’t know by now, Queensbridge is where I’m from The place that stars are born and phony rappers get done Spark an L, burn a brain cell, love love Ayy, black, Paddyshop, lightin' it up [Chorus 1] "Pumpin' mad slugs— Pumpin' mad slugs— Pumpin' mad slugs— Pumpin' mad slugs"