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prodigy of mobb deep - straight murda lyrics

(prodigy)
“yeah… uhu uhu…
“that’s right”
“yeah (echo)”
“show y’all n-ggas what time it is…”
“eyo!”

verse 1: prodigy

“yo dunny little b-tch -ss n-gga shot up my car
y’all little dirty motherf-ckas know who you are
little snitch -ss b-st-rds, b-tch -ss b-st-rds
i still be in your hood comin’ through for mad years
out in brooklyn i see your punk -ss again, yeah
it’ll be murder i don’t care who’s looking, that’s right
catch right up in sunda ville, red hook pink houses & queensbridge, still
can’t n0body run me up out the hood, i’m like the ikea store see me up in your hood
whether i’m there for business, or no business, ya’ll idiots best mind your business
when my shots go off they find their victim, then i scratch names of the sh-t-list” (x2)

hook
“straight murder, it be straight murder
shoot me & i still live & that’s your -ss (f-ck the story man)
we make homicide look like suicide
but that’s murder, it be straight murder
the bullets you hit me with’ll be your last
straight murder, it be straight murder” (50 cent: yeah)

verse 2: 50 cent

“i can’t keep count of how many n-ggas i cut with my blade
kilo across your face stick & then braise
n-gga it’s hot in the hood, you can’t walk with a gage
come outside with that punk, you get stuck in a cage
i took the hit & got up quick, stuck in the rage and
my pain just pour it through a pen & a page
the wrong sh-t out your mouth, you get a hole in your face
then it’s back before the court, fighting the case
i got extra money, my spots is pumping the base
so if you can’t rap it’s good i hit you with a eighth
they call me hustle man fam cause i switch up my hustle
get to sticking n-ggas up when that c0ke don’t bubble
since a lil’ n-gga, i ain’t been nothing but a trouble
it’s easy to f-ck up when you feel like n0body love you
i keep telling y’all n-ggas that i came up hard
and i think like a n-gga in sing-sing on the yard”

hook

verse 3: prodigy

“when it’s on i beat the sh-t out of dead horses, keep k!lling ’em
mercedes & them porsches, we k!lling ’em
rap music’s got problems, cause i’m starting sh-t
anybody got problems with p can come get it
i’m not scared of you i’m very available
you acting like its so hard i’m right here dude
no guard, no bulletproof vest, them sh-ts is too bogey & they make me sweat
f-ck it, if it’s time to go it’s time to go
plus what’s it gonna help when they shooting for your head yo
ain’t no mission impossible & ain’t no man alive got that much strength
that he can’t get touch huh, you that sick ain’t you
and that quick, you turn into a thug ain’t you
huh, you that sick ain’t you, and that quick, you turn into a thug ain’t you”

hook

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