Prodigy of Mobb Deep — Twilight The Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson EP

[Interlude] Francine Hughes: You shot three people, don't you have any remorse? Bumpy Johnson: Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong Francine Hughes: You don't think killing is wrong? Bumpy Johnson: Innocent people? Yes There's been thirty five lynchings this year alone Depression got people starvin' all over the country Scottsboro Boys in the jail for a crime they didn't commit All of that is wrong Francine Hughes: Yeah, I understand all that Bumpy Johnson: But? Francine Hughes: But I don't understand you You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet You're nice to people, you-you think about things And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed Bumpy Johnson: Is there nothing in this world that you love enough, that you would kill for it or die for it? [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yeah When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps Come out to play with they hats pulled down And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness 'Bout to go down three at night Night shift workers come home they walk fast Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight E&J inside a hot chamomile tea Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin' There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke The narcs makin' movies They lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in [Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight [Verse 2: Prodigy] It's 2012 and drugs still movin' The balance don't stop and the prisons is full with scar-faced thugs C's and B's, who do years and come back to the same routine Some say the game over, they must be blind Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers You'll get robbed for your outfit, yeah, take that off Disparity rules the world, the rich is outnumbered You can't straddle the fence, pick a side, fucker You got 'til the sun go down 'cause when that full moon rise then the wolves come out And the cocaine vampires slingin' hard white from dusk to dawn It's nothin' like the movies We drink holy water, rock crucifixes, and eat garlic and onion chips for dinner [Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight [Verse 3: Havoc] Yeah and this is right up my alley, P Likewise, won't let a nigga straddle me Pull up the cavalry, the salary is runnin' low [?] at his throat, now tell me what I wanna know I need addresses, how to access it You know it's somethin' if you got that nigga Hav stressin' Your mans know I got him stockin' up on mad vestes I been down this road so this my last ditch effort No homo, everybody get naked Play hero, I spin you like a hit record My goons bipolar, eyes over shoulder, and, how ironic, more gruesome when I'm sober Nocturnal, won't rest 'til I learn you Taste pussy, got a bitch in your guy circle I send shots at your cop Colonel Talkin' all that fly shit that's what it'll earn you [Chorus: Prodigy] The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark We post up in the blackness of the shadows Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel Where police enter at they own risk If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks Most bodies get caught at night You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight