[Havoc]
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Yo...
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Ain't no hard time invented that Havoc can't handle
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If cats only knew all the shit I been through
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Homicide, suicide, am I, losin my mind?
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Just, standin my ground keep it bottled up inside
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Practice what I preach Dunn, ride for my loved ones
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Asked about my life, no doubt had a tough one
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Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse
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Been asked God why he put me on this earth, yo
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Not for nuttin Dunn, I want it all - can you blame me?
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Niggaz just be settlin for crumbs
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How dumb, how come, with no outcome?
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Ten years later niggaz still in the slums
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Strung off the next shit, dyin for they next shit
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Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace
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And how about that, niggaz too grown for that
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I'm holdin it down, now where your head at? Yo
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Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 2X)
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I ain't goin back, I ain't lookin back
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I'm movin ahead, now how about that?
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Hell no black, I'm where the paper at
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long as I don't forget where I came from
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[Prodigy]
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We do it the Mobb way - leave em lookin like a strawberry
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My outlook on life is quite very - positive
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I'm a content fella
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until you tamper with my plans to go on further
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Fuck the hassle, it ain't worth my energy unless I must
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If you insist, I'll be more than glad til his beef marriage
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Me and you til death do us
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Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips
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That's my shit, do it like the old timers
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I use a wide holster, it's more discrete while I'm post up
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or in motion, most niggaz be floatin
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Don't even make eye contact, walkin
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Dunn, pay attention that's how niggaz die sooner
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Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper
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Watch my niggaz we'll jump when you least thought
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We came from the streets up, now we put G's up, so
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Chorus
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[Havoc]
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Yo, had time to think when just on the brink of death
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at my front door me receivin slugs?
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Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go
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and knows, their plot I hope they ass die slow
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How though no dough, please don't show
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like my man Twist said don't even see me when I blow
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Got, issue with my foes best believe I'ma solve em
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and laugh at your petty-ass problems
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[Prodigy]
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Out the slums of Queens, came a bunch of young gun niggaz
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The Infamous Mobb Deep
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with dreams, of one day makin it big
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With they Live Nigga Rap music, hard liquor swigs
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Dirty Timbs, thirsty grins
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Smile all up in your face then I break your chin
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Went platinum, now them niggaz writin scripts
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Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like..
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Chorus
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Never Goin' Back
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| Mobb Deep |
