Текст песни Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm, слова песни Mobb Deep

Текст песни Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm

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In broad daylight get right..Just been through it all manBlood sweat and tearsNiggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}What the fuck else can happen yo?I don`t think much more son, word to mother yoWe done seen it all, and been through it all yoLet y`all niggaz know right now Word to mother, for real, for realThat shit is the truthI`m not lyin..[Prodigy]I put my lifetime in between the paper`s linesI`m the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhymeP yeah you heard of him but, I ain`t concerned with themNigga I pop more guns than you holdin themMake my route while the sun`s out and scold your menUnload ten, in broad daylight, get rightFuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bikeYou try to stop mines from growin, I`ll make your blood stop flowinTake affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)Now here come the mack 10You`se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn languageWhat the drilly with that though? It ain`t banginYou hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonicsLyin to the Pop Dog like you got itYou ain`t no wildin out for the night fist throwerRusty shank holder, we live this shitChorus: HavocCause it`s the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncutHave a nigga OD cause it`s never enoughIt`s the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncutHave a nigga OD cause it`s never enough[Prodigy]Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white labelMy chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tablesDiamonds and guns before the fame DukeA nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?Goin through the emotions, of gun holdinLong shotguns down my pants leg limpinKiller bee who still livin, even my pops tooHe taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)I used to bust shots crazyI couldn`t even look because the loud sound used to scare me [POW!]I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-BlackI`ll take the life of anybody tryin to change what`s leftAnd through all of that a nigga ain`t scared of deathAll y`all brand new niggaz just scared to deathI spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin rightwastin my life, now I`m tryin to make things rightGrand open some gates, invest, in Iraq businessDo things for the kids (the little Dunns)Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youthCBR`s and VCR`sATV`s and big screen TV`s, nigga pleaseDon`t make me have to risk my freedomWe worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat inFor real.. (yo)Chorus: HavocCause it`s the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump thisDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncutHave a nigga OD cause it`s never enough[Prodigy]It go one, two, three to the fourthThat nigga P-Double got that shitfor y`alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brewin hell`s kitchen, I chef the impossibleTo serve hot plates all across the unified statesSit down and sup with top rap repsWe the streets that`s watchin boy move diligentYou better walk like a nigga on the tight rope doInfamous first infantry, first division fourth missionFirst assignment -- give em that shit they been missinMy new edition`s way bitchinThose that listen, get addicted to my dictionFuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseasedgeneric rap`s just not potent like P`sOne-thousand one-hundred CC`s on the throttleI peel off chest naked on KatanasSpaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bredFully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirtsand verses, but thirst for worse beatsSo I can put, more product out on the streetGet respect and love, all across the boardWe`ve been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or moreI score everytime for surewhile the rest of y`all niggaz just nil(To the real..)Chorus: HavocCause it`s the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump thisDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncutHave a nigga OD cause it`s never enoughIt`s the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncutHave a nigga OD cause it`s never enough(the real... hip-hop *echoes*)

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