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mobb deep - quiet storm (remix) lyrics

in broad daylight get right.
just been through it all man
blood sweat and tears
n-gg-z is dead and sh-t {-music fades in-}
what the f-ck else can happen yo?
we done seen it all, and been through it all yo
let y’all n-gg-z know right now
word to mother, for real, for real
that sh-t is the truth
i’m not lyin.

i put my lifetime in between the paper’s lines
i’m the “quiet storm” n-gg- who fight rhyme
p yeah you heard of him but, i ain’t concerned with them
n-gg- 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-ck 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 -ss if he askin (yeah aight)
now here come the mack 10
you’se a d-ck 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 sh-t

cause it’s the real sh-t, sh-t to make em feel sh-t (the real)
lump em in the club sh-t, have you wildin out when you b-mp this
(hip-hop -echoes-) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
have a n-gg- od cause it’s never enough
it’s the real sh-t, sh-t to make em feel sh-t (the real)
lump em in the club sh-t, have you wildin out when you b-mp this
(hip-hop -echoes-) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
have a n-gg- od cause it’s never enough

yo the p rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
my chain hang down to my d-ck, my piece bang gl-ss tables
diamonds and guns before the fame duke
a n-gg- 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-gg- d-black
i’ll take the life of anybody tryin to change what’s left
and through all of that a n-gg- ain’t scared of death
all y’all brand new n-gg-z just scared to death
i spent too many night sniffin c-ke, 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-gg- please
don’t make me have to risk my freedom
we worked our whole life for this, you get your sh-t beat in
for real. (yo)

cause it’s the real sh-t, sh-t to make em feel sh-t
lump em in the club sh-t, have you wildin out when you b-mp this
drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
have a n-gg- od cause it’s never enough

it go one, two, three to the fourth
that n-gg- p-double got that sh-t
for y’alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
in h-ll’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-gg- on the tight rope duke
infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
first -ssignment — give em that sh-t they been missin
my new edition’s way b-tch
those that listen, get addicted to my diction
f-ck 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-gg-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-gg-z just nil
(to the real)

cause it’s the real sh-t, sh-t to make em feel sh-t (hip-hop -echoes-)
lump em in the club sh-t, have you wildin out when you b-mp this
drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
have a n-gg- od cause it’s never enough
it’s the real sh-t, sh-t to make em feel sh-t (the real)
lump em in the club sh-t, have you wildin out when you b-mp this
(hip-hop -echoes-) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
have a n-gg- od cause it’s never enough
(the real… hip-hop)

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