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Give Up the Goods (Just Step)

Give Up the Goods (Just Step)

Mobb Deep

作詞 Tajuan Perry/Kamaal Fareed/Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/Mayfield W. Small, Jr.

作曲 Tajuan Perry/Kamaal Fareed/Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/Mayfield W. Small, Jr.

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Ayo queens get the money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when 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 f**k you think is living to this day I'm tryna tell these young n***as crime don't pay They looked at me and said queen's n***as don't play Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way It's type hard tryna survive in new york state Can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate Po po comes around and tries to relocate me Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me Cause having cash is highly addictive Especially when you're used to having money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia selfia p's not helping ya I'm tryna get this lexus up and plus a cellular Yo big noyd what up cousin I can't cope With all these crab n***as tryna shorten my rope Yo it's the r-a-double-p-e-r N-o-y-d n***as can't f**k with me Coming straight outta qb pushing an infiniti You ask can I rip it constantly mentally Definitely to the death of me come and test me Trust me ni**a couldn't touch me if he snuff me So bust me you're gonna have to cause I'mma blast you My lyrical like a miracle ill spiritual I'm born with it I'm getting on with it And I'mma have it 'til I'm f**king dead and gone with it Cause I'm a what composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor Don't make me buck ya cause I'm a wild mothaf**ka You know my flow you know my steelo 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 and if I start wilding Flipping on n***as walking around with the nice gold medallions But she didn't violate me so I escaped see Back to queen's pumping the fiends making more cream Know what I mean I'm a natural born hustler Won't try to cut ya pull out my 4 4 and bust ya Hey yo ain't no time for faking jacks cause brothers who fake jacks Get laid on their backs the streets is real Can't roll without steel I feel how I feel Cause I was born to kill do what I gotta To eat a decent meal brothers is starving Don't try to find a job son it's all about robbing So don't be alarmed when we come through 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 dealing only mess with shorties that's appealing I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride Sipping e&j getting bent all night Yo who that 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 is on the line Gotta hold my projects down can't see myself getting bodied By a clownass ni**a that ain't even from my town Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens I stop firing to cut a** 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 we got beef But no question money had a problem so I solved him I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid Thinking of ways to take loot already made There's crime in the air ain't no time to be afraid Give me yours and get laid give up the goods and get sprayed I got lots of love for my crew that is No love for them other crews and rival kids All them out-of-town n***as 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 up While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup On a park bench on 12th street 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 street life ain't nothing to play with No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same sh*t Just drinking liquor doing bids extorting crack heads And sticking up the stick-up kids The stick-up kids the stick-up kids
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