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'em\nGotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em\nPlan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em\nSome love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (so?)\nNiggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (oh)\nWe clap mothafucka, want a real rap show?\nFiends are rushin' when the mack blow, dead in my castle\nAnd in the blink watch how quick life pass you (uh)\n\nWhat's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)\nKeep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\nFuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\nWe givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n\nWhat's wrong with mothafuckas (fuckas) when will the ever learn (yeah)\nKeep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\nFuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\nWe givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n\nLet me tell you how it's goin' down (yeah) it's on now\nNiggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now (oh)\nI'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin' the spot down (uh-huh)\nExcept I'm pushin' a Lex, lettin' the top down (yeah)\nBut wait, you don't think I live a pop life now (uh-huh)\nThat's hate, you could get popped right now\nMe don't play, I keep a gun around my way\nAnd I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay (uh-huh)\n\nSex, drugs, money and murder all day\nIt's rules, guidelines and codes, we obey (yeah)\nDon't even trip, IMD it's that I claim\nInfamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang\nNigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans\nSo I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand (uh-huh)\nIt's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and\nY'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin'\n\nWhat's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)\nKeep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\nFuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\nWe givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n\nYou a bitch-ass nigga, I had you killed (uh)\nAll they had was your picture at the funeral (uh-huh)\nNo casket, you bastards be missin' (huh)\nMy jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin' (yeah)\nMy guns be the heat that'll make you blister (uh-huh)\nMy mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas (word)\nNo shit, no clip, don't fuck with us (no)\nIt's no problem, I bring it to the best of them (oh)\n\nFrom the old to the new and the rest of them (mm)\nNo love, just slugs for ya body dunn (no)\nJust pain, just sufferin' and worst then that\nYou let me get my hands on you so I'm takin' advantage\nAnd that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage (no)\nYou don't know me, but we 'bout to change that shit\nWrap that nigga up like a package\nFuck all them niggas, buck all them faggots (huh)\n\nWhat's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)\nKeep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\nFuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\nWe givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n\nWhat's wrong with mothafuckas (fuckas) when will the ever learn\nKeep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\nFuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\nWe givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n\nYeah, QB (yeah)\nMobb Deep, Dola\nIt's goin down, we're takin' over\nVita, gettin' this dough\nWe don't call it Murda for nothin' (Murda!)\n(Murda, Murda!) I see you (what you want?)\nProdigy, Big Noyd, Havoc\nYeah, y'all see us\n\nIt ain't a game, yeah\nOh, come on, yeah\nUh-huh, yeah\nYou see us","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] Yeah\n[00:06.73] Yeah\n[00:11.64] Yeah\n[00:16.71] Yeah\n[00:19.70] Yeah\n[00:21.72] It be a buck fifty, your chance of runnin' is infinite (yeah)\n[00:24.43] Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey (uh-huh)\n[00:27.13] I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me\n[00:29.60] When I surface, if not chips to Benz is the purpose (yeah)\n[00:32.28] On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin'\n[00:34.68] 'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin'\n[00:37.25] Niggas never learnin' that they eyes keep lurkin' (no)\n[00:39.61] Have ya janitor pumpin' your X-5 murkin'\n[00:42.44] Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat\n[00:44.95] Beef? Nigga overcook that meat (uh-huh)\n[00:47.17] Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink\n[00:49.79] My life story was written in blood, permanent ink (that's right)\n[00:52.49] Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em\n[00:54.80] Gotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em\n[00:57.49] Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em\n[00:59.96] Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (so?)\n[01:02.64] Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (oh)\n[01:04.89] We clap mothafucka, want a real rap show?\n[01:07.19] Fiends are rushin' when the mack blow, dead in my castle\n[01:10.14] And in the blink watch how quick life pass you (uh)\n[01:12.20] What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)\n[01:14.77] Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\n[01:17.40] Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\n[01:19.98] We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n[01:22.59] What's wrong with mothafuckas (fuckas) when will the ever learn (yeah)\n[01:24.94] Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\n[01:27.31] Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\n[01:30.22] We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n[01:32.39] Let me tell you how it's goin' down (yeah) it's on now\n[01:35.01] Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now (oh)\n[01:37.22] I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin' the spot down (uh-huh)\n[01:40.10] Except I'm pushin' a Lex, lettin' the top down (yeah)\n[01:42.34] But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now (uh-huh)\n[01:44.85] That's hate, you could get popped right now\n[01:47.30] Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way\n[01:49.83] And I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay (uh-huh)\n[01:52.62] Sex, drugs, money and murder all day\n[01:54.96] It's rules, guidelines and codes, we obey (yeah)\n[01:57.63] Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim\n[02:00.06] Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang\n[02:02.31] Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans\n[02:04.90] So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand (uh-huh)\n[02:07.45] It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and\n[02:10.38] Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin'\n[02:12.80] What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)\n[02:15.25] Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\n[02:17.54] Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\n[02:20.24] We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n[02:22.55] You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you killed (uh)\n[02:25.04] All they had was your picture at the funeral (uh-huh)\n[02:27.58] No casket, you bastards be missin' (huh)\n[02:30.34] My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin' (yeah)\n[02:32.72] My guns be the heat that'll make you blister (uh-huh)\n[02:35.38] My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas (word)\n[02:37.63] No shit, no clip, don't fuck with us (no)\n[02:39.92] It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them (oh)\n[02:42.75] From the old to the new and the rest of them (mm)\n[02:45.27] No love, just slugs for ya body dunn (no)\n[02:47.88] Just pain, just sufferin' and worst then that\n[02:50.19] You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin' advantage\n[02:52.89] And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage (no)\n[02:55.23] You don't know me, but we 'bout to change that shit\n[02:58.32] Wrap that nigga up like a package\n[03:00.49] Fuck all them niggas, buck all them faggots (huh)\n[03:02.89] What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)\n[03:05.31] Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\n[03:07.81] Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\n[03:10.57] We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n[03:12.83] What's wrong with mothafuckas (fuckas) when will the ever learn\n[03:15.27] Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)\n[03:17.82] Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave\n[03:20.46] We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of\n[03:23.46] Yeah, QB (yeah)\n[03:26.09] Mobb Deep, Dola\n[03:28.27] It's goin down, we're takin' over\n[03:30.86] Vita, gettin' this dough\n[03:33.37] We don't call it Murda for nothin' (Murda!)\n[03:36.36] (Murda, Murda!) 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'em\n  Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em\n  Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em\n  Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin 'em (So)\n  Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)\n  We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?\n  Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle\n  And in the blink watch how quick life pass you\n  What's wrong with motherfuckers,\n  When will the ever learn\n  Keep playin with that fire,\n  And that ass is gettin burned\n  Fuckin with semi-autos,\n  One foot is in the grave\n  We givin all of y'all,\n  Somethin to be afraid of\n  What's wrong with motherfuckers,\n  When will the ever learn\n  Keep playin with that fire,\n  And that ass is gettin burned\n  Fuckin with semi-autos,\n  One foot is in the grave\n  We givin all of y'all,\n  Somethin to be afraid of\n  Lemme tell you how it's goin down, it's on now\n  Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now\n  I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin the spot down\n  Except I'm pushin a Lex, lettin the top down\n  But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now\n  That's hate, you could get popped right now\n  Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way\n  Cuz I'm a fuckin drama king like my nigga Kayslay\n  Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day\n  It's rules, guidlines, and codes, we obey\n  Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim\n  Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang\n  Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans\n  So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand\n  It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and\n  Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin\n  What's wrong with motherfuckers,\n  When will the ever learn\n  Keep playin with that fire,\n  And that ass is gettin burned\n  Fuckin with semi-autos,\n  One foot is in the grave\n  We givin all of y'all,\n  Somethin to be afraid of\n  What's wrong with motherfuckers,\n  When will the ever learn\n  Keep playin with that fire,\n  And that ass is gettin burned\n  Fuckin with semi-autos,\n  One foot is in the grave\n  We givin all of y'all,\n  Somethin to be afraid of\n  You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill't\n  All they had was your picture at the funeral\n  No casket, you bas-tards be missin\n  My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin\n  My guns be the heat that'll make you blister\n  My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas\n  No shit, no clip, don't FUCK with us\n  It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them\n  From the old to the new, and the rest of them\n  No love, just slugs for ya body dunn\n  Just pain, just sufferin, and worst then that\n  You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin advantage\n  And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage\n  You don't know me, but we bout to change that shit\n  Wrap that nigga up like a package\n  Fuck all them nigga, buck all them faggots\n  What's wrong with motherfuckers,\n  When will the ever learn\n  Keep playin with that fire,\n  And that ass is gettin burned\n  Fuckin with semi-autos,\n  One foot is in the grave\n  We givin all of y'all,\n  Somethin to be afraid of\n  What's wrong with motherfuckers,\n  When will the ever learn\n  Keep playin with that fire,\n  And that ass is gettin burned\n  Fuckin with semi-autos,\n  One foot is in the grave\n  We givin all of y'all,\n  Somethin to be afraid of\n  Yeah, QB (Yeah)\n  Mobb Deep, dola\n  It's goin down, we're takin over\n  Vita, gettin this dough\n  We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!)\n  (Murda, Murda!)\n  I'll send you on\n  Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc\n  Yeah, y'all see us\n  It ain't a game. 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