Mobb Deep Double Shots Lyrics

(feat. Noyd)

['celebration' skit continued]
It's a celebration y'all, let's do it!

[Havoc]
Yeah y'all
Bounce, yeah, bounce
YEAH! Aight? Aiyyo..

Cats like, 'Hav', what the deal Dunn?'
n____ back on his grind, tryin to kill son
A little shorty on some s___, oh she still frontin?
But jumped back on the d___ when she saw me thumpin
Straight short n____ oxin n____z givin 'em doctor stitches
First chance I get, you know I'm s___tin
on them fake-a__ thugs, stuntin in the club
Don't get scuffed in front of these broads
Homey so p____, what they do to they broad
Beat them b____es up if they dance to the Mobb
Type of s___ is that?
That won't stop her from lettin us blow her back, bounce to that
Homey we got this locked
Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and
Hate on you lame-a__ n____z, we need not
Cause first n____z hate on us, they get shot

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Just party, don't get yourself shot (uh-huh)
Leave all the drama back home at the block
At the bar double shots goin down, straight chillin
While the DJ, playin what I'm feelin (pimpin them hoes)

[Prodigy]
Yeah, aiyyo
I'm -- permanently bugged, genuinely thugged
I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub
All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you f**ked
And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut
We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son
C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper

Ain't it amazin I'll stretch how we keep bangin
We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta
Queensbridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists
We come through, blow s___ up, America's
nightmares right here live in the flesh
Our blood and bone be sittin in Ferraris and better
We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters
And take flights back home to hop up in some next s___
While you tryin to get your hand on some cash
We never gotta touch money again, we got plas-tic

[Chorus]

[Noyd]
Feel that n____, yeah
Okay yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor
s___, 'til them f**kin flamers empty out player
Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music
I'm on loadin nines up, ridin up, shootin it
I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark
I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Lugers
The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters
With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin your food is
Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it
Cause n____z be flaggin and braggin when they cut up your nugget
Knee deep in the grind like 'f**k it'
We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love
it
And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid
We on another level, yeah we really on some next s___
Got the techs spittin and makin more connections
Makin more cash and blastin more weapons

[Chorus]