Mobb Deep & Prodigy White Lines Lyrics

In broad daylight get right..
Just been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears
n____z is dead and s___ {*music fades in*}
What the f___ else can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all n____z know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That s___ is the truth
I'm not lyin..

[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" n____ who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
n____ I pop more guns than you holdin them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
f___ your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any a__ if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here come the mack 10
You'se a d___ blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this s___

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (the real)
Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough
It's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (the real)
Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough

[Prodigy]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my d___, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A n____ like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [POW!]
I love my pops for that, I love my n____ D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a n____ ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new n____z just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin c__e, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, n____ please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your s___ beat in
For real.. (yo)

Chorus: Havoc

[Prodigy]
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That n____ P-Double got that s___
for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like a n____ on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First a__ignment -- give em that s___ they been missin
My new edition's way b____in
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
f___ rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb n____z is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all n____z just nil
(To the real..)

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough
It's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (the real)
Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough
(the real... hip-hop *echoes*)