paroles de chanson 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.