Lyrics Extortion - Method Man , Mobb Deep
Yeah...
Time
to
let
these
niggas
know
Son
Niggas
don′t
even
wanna
motherfuckin
understand
KnowhatI'msayin?
Time
to
hit
em
with
the
third
degree
Yeah
you
know
the
QBC,
here
to
drop
a
G
Yo...
(H)
Look
into
the
eyes,
True
Lies,
your
whole
click
despise
Especially
me,
H-A-V-O-C
Don′t
want
your
chick,
cuz
she's
burning
third
degree
Plus
you
snitchin,
you
ain't
got
no
ties
on
me
I
keep
it
strong,
while
you
scream
word
is
bond
Lying
through
your
teeth
swearing
on
your
first
born
Your
word
is
weak,
go
hold
a
wake
in
this
Hit
you
up
quick
strictly
shit
that
I′m
livin
in
You
walk
a
line
that′s
thin,
you
religious
well
you
sin
Fuckin
with
the
Mobb,
Infamous
to
the
end
Red
dot
right
at
your
face,
so
set
sail
or
rock
it
And
kept
drivin,
pull
off
like
the
Indy
5 G
In
a
four
time
Ford
truck
with
Speed
Like
the
motion
picture,
this
nigga
Gone
With
the
Wind
My
crime
work,
ninja
style
shit
was
did
And
got
away
with,
escaped
it,
the
Jakes
from
tracing
Anything
that
lead
to
the
source,
you
know
the
boss
Of
the
Mobb
killing,
is
like
an
Unsolved
Mystery
Puzzling,
nobody
knows,
it's
all
history
Madness
amongst
me,
I
frequently
have
to
get
lovely
Never
fails
it′s
always
something
No
rest,
daily
gotta
rock
my
vest
I
shoot
at
your
best
man
yeah
your
MVP
He
played
the
front
line
got
struck
down
immediately
I
wave
a
Mobb
Deep
flag,
you
hear
the
sound
as
it
slaps
when
Heavy
load
my
military
hold
ammunition
Far
from
animation,
it's
real
live,
you
think
not
My
crew,
changing
New
York,
who
taking
your
spot
I
put
the
green
light
on,
your
whole
click,
Island
shit
Running
through
the
ho-house
wilding,
extorting
(Extortion,
hit
that
up,
extortion,
hit
that
up)
(H)Extortion
is
the
key
I
got
the
key
for
extortion
Spend
your
fortune,
dead
your
shorty
like
abortion
Take
precaution,
Infamous
laws
enforced
in
You
married
to
the
Mobb,
kid
take
it
then
divorce
it
Cause
I
ain′t
got
no
time
for
them
domestic
disputes
If
you
scared
get
a
dog
don't
got
a
clique
then
recruit
You′re
weak
troop,
lost
the
tan
in
the
mist
On
your
name
my
shit,
take
it
like
a
man
you
little
bitch
(M)
I
blaze
yo
britches,
P.L.O.
extortion,
you
forcin
The
hand
that
rocks
the
cradle,
caution
before
you
enter
This
Shaolin
representer,
carry
thirty-six
deadly
shits
You
fuckin
with,
top
contenders
Official
to
the
bone
gristle
It
don't
matter
if
you
bust
rhymes
or
bust
pistols
Remember
me,
burn
a
nigga
to
a
third
degree
Don't
act
familiar
motherfuckers
you
ain′t
heard
of
me
Just
peep
the
stee
and
the
rap
how
it′s
supposed
to
be
Tap
the
pockets
bag
the
goods
like
a
grocery,
we
food-shoppin
On
top
of
that
we
hip-hoppin,
and
don't
stoppin
Out-of-state
drawers-droppin,
the
panty-raiders
Slide
on
ya
like
gators,
umped
that
stank
bitch
back
out
And
then
played
her,
but
that
ain′t
nothin
Crossin
this
dog
walkin,
native
New
York
and
Shaolin
slang
talkin,
rap
nigga
Mr.
Freeze
crowd
shiver
What?
Young,
black,
and
don't
give
a
fuck
If
the
next
crew
get
the
scissor...
(Extortion,
extortion,
give
that
up
kid,
extortion)
Bottom
line,
what
the
fuck
you
wanna
do
You
eyin
me,
at
the
same
time
I′m
eyin
you,
punk
Wanna
pop
the
most
junk
Be
the
same
motherfucker
with
the
most
lumps
Chew
on
that
shit
Punk
faggot
(word
up)
Burn
his
ass
like
a
book
of
matches
Under
pressure
like
fat
bitches...
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