Flavor For The Non Believes Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Flavor For The Non Believes Lyrics

    [havoc]
    Yo.. this is flavor for the non believes
    Sit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pass the weed
    And by the way, this is all the way live
    And the way that i survive is pumpin nickels and dimes
    Pumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause i wanna
    The little don ho drug dealer ? performer
    At my height, i'm described as a midget
    But it ain't about height - it's about, "can i kick it?"
    Some say i'm too little, but yo i'm too ill
    I hit skins, light up, and then i smoke a phil'
    You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent
    I'm not good, i'm livin like a hood
    And when i kick mc's abandon ship
    Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse
    Yo, havoc is the man that you have to bring
    Cause i'm flippin like pages in a word up magazine
    Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante
    So explicit even porno flicks ban me
    And girls gel me like jheri curl activate
    The forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin
    Brain cells overload when i'm thinkin
    This is a rap rape, and i leave a fat taste
    Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place
    I cook you up, like uptown raw base
    And leave you open like if you just saw scarface
    Like i said it before, shorty scores, i get raw
    For the cause, battle me, take a loss
    I steal shows like belbivdevoe's
    And put on my latex when i hit up the hoes
    You know the flavor kid, give me my props
    Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops..

    Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
    This is flavor for the non believes
    Check it, this is flavor for the non believes
    This is flavor for the non believes

    [prodigy]
    Mr. soul, trunk jewels sippin old gold
    Roll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and stroll
    Prodigy, verbally tragic and i'm toxic
    Check out the way check out the way the way that i drop it
    You know my style, step back, cause i'm buckwild
    All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile
    Baby grand puba, little rick the ruler
    And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha
    Mc's can't get with mister mister
    Money don't fake moves cause i probably hit your sister
    I'm on a mission word is bond
    Word to god, i goes on.. the little don
    Smooth and fantastic as i get drastic
    Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic
    I murder with the brain of hitler black
    And me bein weak, even kodak couldn't picture that

    This is flavor for the
    This is flavor for the non believes
    Flavor for the non believes
    This is flavor for the non believes
    This is flavor for the non believes

    [havoc]
    Niggaz don't understand first of all
    I rip when i rip check it, never stall
    Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours
    I'm goin all out, check it
    You thought i couldn't wish i wanna do what i did
    I did it so i done, kill another fuckin kid
    Cause i don't give a motherfuck, and you do
    That's why your stupid ass got bucked
    Outta luck, never took the time to wish
    Took a bitch down then i'm out like quick
    Nestle chocolate, munch like it's ?
    That was then, this is now, i'm goin for the gold
    Thirty yard touchdown, mr. short
    Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport
    But not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadays
    Knows mad jig tricks, and that i ain't with
    Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go
    With another fly groove, cause i'm so smooth
    Never like to brag, but i, do it still
    Sip on a 40, smoke on the phil'
    So next time kid you wanna beef just chill
    Before i break your ass up to bits
    How many licks would it take
    Check it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licks

    This is flavor for the non believes
    This is flavor for the non believes
    This is flavor for the non believes
    This is flavor for the non believes

SEARCH LYRICS