Chorus: Das Efx & Mobb Deep
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Miggity microphone master, funky rhyme maker
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Miggity microphone master, and we the niggas making paper
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Miggity microphone master, yeah about to get live
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Striggity straight from the sewer and the 41st side
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Verse One: Prodigy
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The Infamous Mobb and Das now listen
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Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in
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Rapping school, keep the key in the ignition
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When we get back nigga, we shine and glisten
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Your seven do his thing with percision
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No time for broke living, I'm trying to see addition
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Food to fill my kitchen
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So faggot kids snitch and give info
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Do a drive by in a stolen black Pinto
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With tinted windows, bullets will flury through your system
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Your man ran looking for him because he missed him
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But catch him on the rebound but see now
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Trying to get this money or try to stop me, what's it gonna be now?
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You stand up to my crew and get laid down
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On the ground with teh big four pound, he hear the sound
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On the other side of town, where caps get peeled
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Break you off love love, give you something to feel
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Das Efx, Mobb Deep, niggas holding it down
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Run and flex ask MC's ?John be down?
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Eager to please rap niggas get back smacked with pist-als
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Forced to exile, back in the Nile
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Verse Two: Dray
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Well now ease up selector, I bring it on again
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This is for all my niggas doing time up in the fucking pen
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How y'all been? I can't forget my niggas who got left back, F that
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And all my honeys chilling out in Lefrack
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Sent this, we gets busy with no followers
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Stomp you then you throw the towel up, make you roll the Owl up
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Niggas mount up, it's the Infamous with the Sewer
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Go to Queens and get my weed for one cent and ???
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Check one two ah, blew ya, out the box like Stella
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Coming from the under with the thunder like Shelly
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Really, we coming deep just like the Mobb
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Nigga, rhyming is my job but you can wind up getting robbed
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Anyway, in a day, or night it don't matter
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It's me that nigga P, how fick and a jibba jabba-
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Jaw, we bring it raw without a doubt
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It's the infamous and Das Efx here to turn it out
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Chorus x2
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Verse Three: Havoc
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Ayo kid what you gonna do with that black deuce deuce?
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Hit you up, take the cash, and slug through the roof
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Taking yours to survive, it's all a matter of time
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I'm snatching, living grimey, running never look back
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The buddha evil got me acting like that
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Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat
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I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon
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Since my born I was doomed to find to one room
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Now you's a customer, copping for natural born hustlers
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That's what he thought, son, stupid kid you get extorted
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Stop smiling, be still don't nothing move but the money
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The Infamous gat clappers and mic masters
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Verse Four: Scoob
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Well fuck around and I'm a higgity hit ya with hickory diculous
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Sick a niggas style, twisted off the licorous
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I'll figure it's the books, iggity off the hook
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Holding shit down son, we keeping niggas shook
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I got it made like flaunt, fatigue on
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My man slipped up and got bagged for three bones
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Oh my God, the squiggity squad is in the place
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With the Mobb, niggas can get robbed like Mase
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Taste the terror for the leather in the Beemer
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The Olde E abuser, can't fuck with ?Ceeno?
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The non-pop singer from the land of rock slingers
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Where shit is hotter than gunsmoke from niggas glocks
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I rip shit for sun so come one come all
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MC's will get mad, burned like Jamal
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Live in ym television from the cellar to the attic
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It's the Books, crazy Dray-Z, Prodigy, and fucking Havoc and it don't stop
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Chorus x4
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Microphone Master (41st Side Remix)
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Das EFX |