Lyrics Quiet Storm Remix - Mobb Deep
In
broad
daylight
get
right.
Just
been
through
it
all
man
Blood
sweat
and
tears
Niggaz
is
dead
and
shit
{*music
fades
in*}
What
the
fuck
else
can
happen
yo?
We
done
seen
it
all,
and
been
through
it
all
yo
Let
y′all
niggaz
know
right
now
Word
to
mother,
for
real,
for
real
That
shit
is
the
truth
I'm
not
lyin.
I
put
my
lifetime
in
between
the
paper′s
lines
I'm
the
"Quiet
Storm"
nigga
who
fight
rhyme
P
yeah
you
heard
of
him
but,
I
ain't
concerned
with
them
Nigga
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
Fuck
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
ass
if
he
askin
(yeah
aight)
Now
here
come
the
mack
10
You'se
a
dick
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
shit
Cause
it′s
the
real
shit,
shit
to
make
em
feel
shit
(the
real)
Lump
em
in
the
club
shit,
have
you
wildin
out
when
you
bump
this
(Hip-hop
*echoes*)
Drugs
to
your
eardrum,
the
raw
uncut
Have
a
nigga
OD
cause
it's
never
enough
It′s
the
real
shit,
shit
to
make
em
feel
shit
(the
real)
Lump
em
in
the
club
shit,
have
you
wildin
out
when
you
bump
this
(Hip-hop
*echoes*)
Drugs
to
your
eardrum,
the
raw
uncut
Have
a
nigga
OD
cause
it's
never
enough
Yo
the
P
rock
forty
inch
cables,
drinkin
white
label
My
chain
hang
down
to
my
dick,
my
piece
bang
glass
tables
Diamonds
and
guns
before
the
fame
Duke
A
nigga
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
nigga
D-Black
I′ll
take
the
life
of
anybody
tryin
to
change
what′s
left
And
through
all
of
that
a
nigga
ain't
scared
of
death
All
y′all
brand
new
niggaz
just
scared
to
death
I
spent
too
many
night
sniffin
coke,
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,
nigga
please
Don't
make
me
have
to
risk
my
freedom
We
worked
our
whole
life
for
this,
you
get
your
shit
beat
in
For
real.
(yo)
Cause
it′s
the
real
shit,
shit
to
make
em
feel
shit
Lump
em
in
the
club
shit,
have
you
wildin
out
when
you
bump
this
Drugs
to
your
eardrum,
the
raw
uncut
Have
a
nigga
OD
cause
it′s
never
enough
It
go
one,
two,
three
to
the
fourth
That
nigga
P-Double
got
that
shit
For
y'alls
peoples
to
rock
to,
stirrin
up
pots
of
brew
In
hell′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
nigga
on
the
tight
rope
Duke
Infamous
first
infantry,
first
division
fourth
mission
First
assignment
--
give
em
that
shit
they
been
missin
My
new
edition′s
way
bitch
Those
that
listen,
get
addicted
to
my
diction
Fuck
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
niggaz
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
niggaz
just
nil
(To
the
real)
Cause
it′s
the
real
shit,
shit
to
make
em
feel
shit
(hip-hop
*echoes*)
Lump
em
in
the
club
shit,
have
you
wildin
out
when
you
bump
this
Drugs
to
your
eardrum,
the
raw
uncut
Have
a
nigga
OD
cause
it's
never
enough
It′s
the
real
shit,
shit
to
make
em
feel
shit
(the
real)
Lump
em
in
the
club
shit,
have
you
wildin
out
when
you
bump
this
(Hip-hop
*echoes*)
Drugs
to
your
eardrum,
the
raw
uncut
Have
a
nigga
OD
cause
it's
never
enough
(The
real...
hip-hop)
1 Hit It From The Back
2 Survival of The Fittest
3 Shook Ones (Pt.2)
4 Temperature's Rising
5 Get Dealt With
6 Quiet Storm Remix
7 Keep It Thoro
8 G.O.D. (Pt. 3)
9 Hell on Earth (Front Lines)
10 Hey Luv (Anything)
11 Get Away
12 The Learning (Burn)
13 Got It Twisted
14 Real Gangstaz
15 Win Or Lose
16 Blood Money (Bonus Track)
17 Go Head
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