Moob Deep Burn Lyrics

Artist: Mobb Deep
Album: Infamy
Year: 2001
t__le: Burn Print
Correct

f/ Big Noyd, Vita

[Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave n____s drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
n____s never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? n____ overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em
Some love, some hate me, b____es in the head beatin 'em (So)
n____s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap m_________er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink watch how quick life pass you

[Chorus - Vita] 2x
What's wrong with m_________ers,
When will the ever learn
Keep playin with that fire,
And that a__ is gettin burned
f___in with semi-autos,
One foot is in the grave
We givin all of y'all,
Somethin to be afraid of

[Big Noyd]
Lemme tell you how it's goin down, it's on now
n____s used to love me, now they wanna hate me now
I'm that same n____ with the tech, holdin the spot down
Except I'm pushin a Lex, lettin the top down
But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now
That's hate, you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
Cuz I'm a f___in drama king like my n____ Kayslay
s__, drugs, money, and murder all day
It's rules, guidlines, and codes, we obey
Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep n____, ready to bang
n____ don't think s___ stink, then s___ hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'ma s___ with my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing y'all n____s wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns we keep our s___ bangin

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
You a b____-a__ n____, I had you kill't
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No casket, you bas-tards be missin
My jewels, my whip, my rims we b____in
My guns be the heat that'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you n____s
No s___, no clip, don't f___ with us
It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them
From the old to the new, and the rest of them
No love, just slugs for ya body dunn
Just pain, just sufferin, and worst then that
You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin advantage
And that s___ that you pulled ain't do me no damage
You don't know me, but we bout to change that s___
Wrap that n____ up like a package
f___ all them n____, buck all them f__gots

[Chorus] 2x

[Vita talking]
Yeah, QB (Yeah)
Mobb Deep, dola
It's goin down, we're takin over
Vita, gettin this dough
We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!)
(Murda, Murda!)
I'll send you on
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us
It ain't a game..Yeah
Oh..Come on..Yeah..You see us