Give Up The Goods just Step Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Give Up The Goods just Step Lyrics

    Hey yo queen's 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 fuck you think is livin' to this day?
    I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
    They looked at me and said "queen's niggas 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 till i'm eatin' off a platinum plate
    Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
    Lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause
    Havin' cash is highly addictive
    Especially when you're used to havin' 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 helpin' ya
    I'm tryna get this lexus up, and plus a cellular
    Yo big noyd! (what up cuzin'?) i can't cope
    With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.

    Yo it's the r - a double p
    E - r, n - o - y - d
    Niggas can't fuck with me
    Comin' straight outta qb
    Pushin' an infiniti
    You ask can i rip it constantly? mentally?
    Definitely, to the death of me
    Come and test me
    Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
    So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause i'ma blast you
    My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
    I'm born wit' it
    I'm gettin' on wit' it
    An' i'ma have it 'til i'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
    'cause i'm a what? composer of hardcore
    A lyrical destructor
    Don't make me buck ya, cause i'm a wild muthafucka
    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
    And if i start wildin'
    Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
    But she didn't violate me, so i escaped see
    Back to queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' 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.

    Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
    Cuz niggas 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 starvin', don't 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'
    I'm frontin on the world once i start 4-wheelin'
    Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
    Sippin e & 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 is 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 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
    Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
    There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
    Gimme 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-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 street life ain't nuttin' to play with
    No jokes no games kid
    For years i been doin' the same shit
    Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
    Extortin' crack heads
    And stickin' up the stick-up kids

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