MOBB DEEP - Throw Ya Hands (In the Air) Lyrics

MOBB DEEP - Throw Ya Hands (In the Air) Lyrics

Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah
C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh
Just throw your hands in the air
Yeah.. Yo

[Havoc]
I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear its crystal
I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through
I don't kill you thats what it'll do
Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo
We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love
Often above them cowards and them so called thugs
When we come through respect is there, cause we demand it
Know the mobb is in the building, we officially landed
Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't stand us
Try to raid us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras
Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin' cuz it might
be a chance that it won't pop off
If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin' it on
You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl
My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off
This southern cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross

[Chorus]
So if you goin' thru it but you won't let it hold you down
(Just throw up your hands) C'mon ma
We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans

[Prodigy]
Theres only few things i die for
Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for
we don't take time off, we take rhymes off
Come with somethin better than that, to blow your mind more
Gettin our shine on... I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb
Rain on your parade and you can thank god
Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin'
Really it wasnt called for, and you don't want it
to call for it, don't play my gun, it go off
Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead
Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas
Out there like the concord
I show you how to get murdered, and the cops never catch on
I show you how to do songs, then after than show
you how to do them contracts and get yours

[Chorus 2x]

[Havoc]
We ain't finished yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon
You know that thing in the stash box
Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt, you know we gon lock ass
Inevitable, can't control them slugs
Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs
Flood the block with nothin but that gangsta shit
Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch.

[Prodigy]
It's plain to see, that you could never snake me
I never let the grass grow past my Nikes
Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick
outside with thermo shirts underneath tees
I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people
Try and contest Mobb Deep

Uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon

[Chorus]

Yeah
M-O-B-B Baby
(Just throw up your hands)
0-4.. Kanye
Flip it out my nigga

MOBB DEEP - I’m Going Out Lyrics

MOBB DEEP - I’m Going Out Lyrics 

Lyrics Of I'm Going Out :

Going out nigga
Big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out)

Yo you know the type that style and shit that rise my dick
Pop me a nigga quicker than police
Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks
You running while i'm gunning 'cause you a bitch
I heard niggas talking like they goinng to dead mines
I got enough guns we can make the headlines
I'm from a place where the realeast niggas get murdered
And the illest niggas try to avoid it
But can't call it
It's a cold world bundle up
Keep your heat on at all times
And never freeze up
And your eyes blink you could catch a hole in your tank
Have you leaking all over the place
Watch how you speak
And watch how you move through the streets
I got a mob with niggas with heat
We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think
Breath 'fore is too late
Uph you fucked up and got laid to sleep

I'm going out
With big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns at my kids fuck it (going all out)
For the big checks and large faces mantions
And my duns would do the same for me

I'm going out like a nigga that he never have nothing
Fuck it I ain't frontive
If i want to know i got to go out like a navy seal
Label me ill
You sling thrills
Meet you on top of the hills
Screaming dollar bill
Going out like a nigga you just smacked
His moms in the cut plotting patient and calm
Putting on everything that i love and stand for
Getting ben up in the pub 'till five in the morn
Going out like a nigga with six days to live
And like a single parents raising a kid now that's a big
Going out like a nigga with shit touching his rib
You got more than nesessary dun a nigga went dead
Going out for my niggas see this gat in my hand
You better back the fuck up what part didn't you understand
Head nah aim straight at your thighro glands
Must've not been really your men those niggas that ran (I'm going out)


With Big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatic jam at the wrong time(I'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out)
For the big checks and large faces mantions
And my duns would do the same for me

We do it well click niggas like nails
Catch cases skip bells
I lie 'fore I chitel
Die in the sitel
Pop gun with the shitel
Fuck a bitch just to getsel
Rap style smoother than cl
In the k on the dl
Line for line you can detail
Choked more niggas than Sprewell
Rap style pelo
Watch me blow like tornados
Clear the block out with just an echo
Trust me niggas don't want me see let go
Niggas don't want to see the tech blow
Watch me blow the crowd like techno music nigga
When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus
Fuck lying on the lord ain't worth dying for
I rather die fucking raw
Or walking on a mine in the cold war
My dogs got my shoulders with t up machine guns
All my niggas soldiers
With big grenades throw them in your rober
Send prodigy to check the scence when it's over
Niggas animals coming back for leftovers (all out nigga)

I'm going out With Big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out)
For the big checks and large faces mantions
And my duns would do the same for me
I'm going out
I'm going out
I'm going out

Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Stuck on You Lyrics Music

Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Stuck on You Lyrics Music

* Contains sample from "I'm Hooked on You" performed by Jeannie Reynolds

"I'm Hooked, I'm hooked"
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"

Alright, alright, uh-huh
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
What time is it?, dawgs sit righ here
Put the kids to bed - tell y'all story
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
First worry about my money, you know what..?

[Prodigy]
Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
We made it to stardom, the new album
The 50-50 joint ventures, it only gets better & better
Might treat myself to a nice Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
'Cause the nigga inside with the shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book, man; I thought he was a burglar
I'm gettin' off 'cause I served her
You wastin' that broad with that shit they want
More money than any dope man could eva see
Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P
I'm like Trav & John, 'cause I M D
And I do surgery on the nigga for free
When it come to that Tae Bo, we gettin' box load
I pop a nigga over my money, man all I know 'em

[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
"I love it, I love it, I swear I do, aaahhh baby"

Yea that's how that one go you'nah'what'I'mean?
(Live that money right?)
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go, (No doubt)
And who gon' love the paper man? You gotta love the paper
If you got that much paper you gotta hold it down
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
So the next one, you know what that's about, (That's right)

[Prodigy]
My bestest friend, my worstest enemy (That's right)
Y'all could even save my life or be the death of me
Even get me outta drama, or put me in a locker
Y'all gon' have me wind up in that chair with the tires
Stab a nigga like Myers
But I'd rather put fire to your ass like Pryor (Damn!)
'Cause I prefer the iron
Shoot at bitch ass niggaz and do 'em like Bison
I got big jump-off that fit down my pants leg
'Lil jump-offs, your dunn know
A damn thang, niggaz talkin' thug on their song on the radio
But we the reason they fire proofed the Coupes
And we the same reason you brinin' re-enforcements through
You'll neva get me alive my gun is like glue (Come wit it, come wit it)
Shots spread like the flu, do you lungs, do your peoples
I love my heaters, I'm...

[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]

Yea, you motha'fuckin' right man, them hammers man, them guns man
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
Gotta keep them thangs on you, what you know about that though?
But you know there's one thing a nigga can't live without
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
And it's the bottom line right here

[Prodigy]
You know we like; phatties with size, 'lil cutie pies
With the nightstands walk and bodies that talk
Make niggaz dig deep until they barrel the game
And pull out somethin' that'll definitely gettin' to her brain (Word)
With the perm or the braids (Whatup)
It's all love as long as it curves and it's in right space (It's all good)
With a face that deserves the front page
I got the keys that'll free all birds from their cage (Let's go)
I get pussy like James, its nuttin' to point
Y'all niggaz takin' too long to get to the point (Fo' real)
Y'all chicks makin' me sick, you lookin' so good bitch (God damn)
I gotta have you, enough I can't stop it
Gangsta love, you pretty and thug
She's like the hood nigga only if he's bustin' his gun
Mama you go girl, you keep right on, doin' what you doin'
Keepin' niggaz off


[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
"I love it, I love it, I swear I do, eww baby"

And I ain't neva let you go, let you go

And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone

And I ain't neva let you go, let you go

And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone


[Outro: Sample dialogue]
Ok we gotta battle the .9 millimeter heavy duty pistols
West has the carbon 15 .9 millimeter pistol
And I got a mac-10 from Invasion USA
We're gonna have a 'lil race, you read? (Yep)
Ok, bottom two, here we go: *.9 millimeter fired, then the mac-10*
I win

Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Stuck on You Lyrics Music

Mobb Deep feat ACD - Block Life Lyrics Music

Mobb Deep feat ACD - Block Life Lyrics Music

[Verse One: Prodigy]
Yo, my life story - based on a true story
We popped MAC's all growin' up, while y'all played story
We were playin' hide the cracks, while y'all played tag
I was a young gun learin' how to fight back
A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit
Who picked up a habit for the block life kid
A few cases, sit on the bench, make conversation
Yo, there's party tonight, get the razors
"Dawg, but it's all goin' overboard"
I told 'em - "Dang god you tryin' to take a nigga arm"
We're like a brick, when we come smashin' through
A-C-D, M-O-B, nigga fuck it's you
We're straight thugs over here bo', what the deal y'all?
Up in the staircase, post-up, long chrome
With the .4 long, closest I could reach my arm
Who wanna play target, check out the name of the song
It goes...

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Block - Life, what's the matter with your thugs
Block - Life, what's the matter with y'all's guns
Block - Life, everybody can't be on top
The Block - Life, can't stop, won't stop

[Verse Two: ACD]
Comin' up, I was a fuck up, burnin' blunts up
Playin' dice with the older crowd, puttin' dubs up
Some kids was into sports, I was into doe
You was mad 'cause you felt all I was stress
'Cause the money was slow
Fractured my hand, I'm stashin' 'em
Before I'm bagged wit 'em, plus my son got the Magnum
Wyldin' out in these young gun days, young love days
New to the game, but was curious about the fees
And them thick rope chains, I'm stuck on how
Niggaz blew up off cocaine, and opened wide
In '88, when I first heard Jane, we got all the --
But the hood still remains the same
Old fiends, same drugs, new thugs
Same slugs, new crews with MAC's
With thoughts to push it back, straight like that
Actin' up off Cognac, come through
Act hostile, but lay you flat, in the --

[Chorus: Prodigy]

[Verse Three: Havoc]
Yo, we use to play the lobby
Get bent; see that was my favorite hobby
Watchin' my dawgs get off, some even framed Ferrari's
Alot of school peers blew, some even bought Ferrari's
Young thugs we grew, still we're crashin' parties
Too all the shooks ones too, my crew'll bash & body
Dukes stuntin' witchu, don't make us clap somebody
New rats and other run fast and tellin' friends who looked fat
We off the hook as the jook style
Years went by pages turned onto calendar
Trade in my Tray .8, copped the .40 Caliber
Kept it on me in school, got shorty cuttin' out Algebra
Niggaz always seemed cool, others tryna to challenge us
Retaliation, got me trapped with false accusation
Tossed cracks & graders, when the ambs' invaded, madd congregation
Watchin' altercation go down, the rough frantic, when the hear the .4 pound

[Chorus: Prodigy] X2

Mobb Deep feat ACD - Block Life Lyrics Music