Lyrics Give up the Goods (Just Step) - Mobb Deep , Big Noyd
Eyo
Queens
get
the
money
long
time
no
cash
Im
caught
up
in
the
hustle
where
the
guns
go
blast
The
fool
retaliated
so
i
had
to
think
fast
Pull
out
my
heat
first
he
pull
out
his
heat
last
Now
who
the
fuck
you
think
is
living
till
this
day
Im
tryna
tell
these
young
niggas
crime
dont
pay
They
looked
at
me
and
said
Queens
Niggas
dont
play
Do
your
thing
i′ll
do
mine
kid
stay
outta
my
way
Its
type
hard
tryna
survive
in
New
York
state
But
cant
stop
till
im
eating
of
a
platinum
plate
Po-po
comes
around
and
tryna
relocate
me
Lock
me
up
forever
but
they
cant
deflect
me
cuz
Having
cash
is
highly
addictive
Especially
when
you
are
used
to
have
a
money
to
live
with
I
thought
step
back
look
at
my
life
as
a
whole
Aint
no
love
it
seems
the
devil
done
stole
my
soul
Im
out
for
delfia
selfia
P's
not
helping
ya
Tryna
get
this
lex
or
somethin′
Plus
a
cellular
Yo
Big
Noyd
Big
Noyd:
What
up
cousin?
Prodigy:
I
cant
cope
with
all
these
crap
niggas
tryna
shorten
my
rope
Big
Noyd:
Yo
its
the
R
A
Double
P
E-R
N-O-Y-D
Niggas
cant
fuck
with
me!
Coming
straight
outta
Qbe
Pushin'
the
infinity
You
ask
can
i
rip
it
constantly?
Mentally,
definetly
Till
the
death
of
me
Trust
me,
nigga
cant
touch
me
if
he
snuff
me
So
bust
me,
you're
gonna
have
to,
cause
blast
you
My
lyrical
like
a
miracle,
ill
spirituall
Im
born
with
it
Im
getting
on
wit
it
An
ima
have
it
til
im
fucking
dead
and
gone
with
it
Cause
im
a
what?
Composer
of
hardcore
A
lyrical
destructor,
dont
make
me
buck
ya,
cause
im
a
wild
mothafucka
You
know
my
flow,
you
know
my
stilo
Even
pack
my
gat
when
i
go
to
see
my
PO
Jump
out
my
hooptie
Pass
my
gat
and
my
lucci
to
my
shorty
In
case
my
PO
try
to
troop
me
to
the
island
Up
north
i
start
wylin′
Flipping
on
niggas
walkin′
around
Wit
da
nice
gold
medallions
But
she
didnt
violate
me
so
i
escaped
see
Back
to
Queens
pumpin'
the
fiends
makin′
more
cream
Know
what
i
mean?
I'm
a
natural
born
hustler
Wont
try
to
cut
ya,
pull
out
my
44 and
bust
ya.
Havoc:
Yo
aint
no
time
to
fake
jacks
Cuz
niggas
who
fake
jacks
get
laid
on
their
backs
The
streets
is
real
can′t
roll
without
my
steel
I
feel
how
i
feel
'cause
i
was
born
to
kill
Do
what
i
gotta,
to
eat
a
decent
meal
Brothers
is
starvin′,
dont
try
to
find
a
job
son
It's
all
about
robbin'
So
don′t
be
alarmed
When
we
come
through,
′cause
we
supposed
to
If
you
opposed
to
Get
your
face
blown
dude,
off
the
map
Cause
i
react,
attack
A
brother
wasn't
blessed
with
wealth
so
i
act
like
that
Drug
dealin′,
only
mess
with
shorties
that's
appealin′
I'm
frontin
on
the
world
i
once
start
4-wheelin′
Cause
back
on
the
41st
side
we
do
it
right
Sippin'
F
& J
gettin'
bent
all
night
Yo,
who
dat?
I
never
seen
him
in
my
whole
life
Step
to
his
business
′cause
it′s
only
right
Po-Po
ain't
around
so
i
grab
my
pound
Money
retaliated
so
i
hit
the
ground
My
life′s
on
the
line
gotta
hold
my
projects
down
Can't
see
myself
gettin′
bodied
by
a
clown
Ass
nigga
that
ain't
even
from
my
town
Hit
him
up
in
the
chest
and
now
he′s
layin'
Me
down
dead
And
up
from
under
the
benches
i
started
hearin'
sirens
I
stop
firin′
He
cut
ass
like
a
diamond
Jetted
to
the
cribpiece,
what
a
relief
stashed
the
heat
then
proceeded
to
peep
Out
the
window
call
my
son,
yo
son
got
beef
But
no
question
Money
had
a
problem
so
i
solved
him.
Prodigy:
I
got
my
mind
on
the
stick
up
now
it′s
time
to
get
paid
Thinkin'
of
ways
to
take
loot
already
made
There′s
crime
in
the
air,
ain't
no
time
to
be
afraid
Gimme
yours
or
get
laid
Give
up
the
goods
and
get
sprayed
I
got
lots
of
love
from
my
crew,
that
is
no
love
For
them
other
crews
and
rival
kids
All
them
out-a-town
niggas
know
what
time
it
is
And
if
they
don′t
they
need
to
buy
a
watch
Word
up
Caught
up
in
the
cross-fire
get
theyself
hurt
While
i
be
sippin'
gin
straight
in
a
plastic
cup
On
a
park
bench
on
12th
st,
my
whole
crew′s
famous
You
tried
to
bust
your
gat
and
keep
It
real
but
you
nameless
First
of
all
slow
down,
you
on
the
wrong
route
Let
me
put
you
on
your
feet
and
show
You
what's
it
all
about
The
steet
life
ain't
nuttin′
to
play
with
No
jokes
no
games
kid
For
years
i′ve
been
doin'
the
shit,
just
Drinkin′
liquor
doin'
bids
Extortin′
crack
heads
And
sticking
up
the
stick-up
kids.
1 Drink Away the Pain (Situations) (feat. Q-Tip)
2 Shook Ones, Pt. II (Instrumental)
3 The Start of Your Ending (41st Side)
4 (The Infamous Prelude)
5 Survival of The Fittest
6 Eye for a Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)
7 (Just Step Prelude)
8 Give up the Goods (Just Step)
9 Temperature's Rising
10 Up North Trip
11 Trife Life
12 Q.U. - Hectic
13 Right Back at You
14 Right Back at You (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & Big Noyd)
15 (The Grave Prelude)
16 Cradle To The Grave
17 Shook Ones, Pt. II
18 Party Over
19 Shook Ones, Part I - Original Version
20 The Money (Version 2) - Infamous Sessions Mix
21 Lifestyles of the Infamous - Infamous Sessions Mix
22 Shook Ones, Pt. I - Instrumental
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