Quiet Storm Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Quiet Storm Lyrics

    [havoc]
    In broad daylight get right..
    Just been through it all man
    Blood sweat and tears
    Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}
    What the fuck else can happen yo?
    We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
    Let y'all niggaz know right now
    Word to mother, for real, for real
    That shit is the truth
    I'm not lyin..

    [prodigy]
    I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
    I'm the "quiet storm" nigga who fight rhyme
    P yeah you heard of him but, i ain't concerned with them
    Nigga i pop more guns than you holdin them
    Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
    Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
    Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
    You try to stop mines from growin, i'll make your blood stop flowin
    Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
    Now here come the mack 10
    You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the dunn language
    What the drilly with that though? it ain't bangin
    You hooked on mobb-phonics infamous-bonics
    Lyin to the pop dog like you got it
    You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
    Rusty shank holder, we live this shit

    Chorus: havoc

    Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
    Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
    (hip-hop *echoes*) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
    Have a nigga od cause it's never enough
    It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
    Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
    (hip-hop *echoes*) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
    Have a nigga od cause it's never enough

    [prodigy]
    Yo the p rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
    My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
    Diamonds and guns before the fame duke
    A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
    Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
    Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
    Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
    He taught me how to shoot when i was seven (yup)
    I used to bust shots crazy
    I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [pow!]
    I love my pops for that, i love my nigga d-black
    I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
    And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
    All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
    I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
    Wastin my life, now i'm tryin to make things right
    Grand open some gates, invest, in iraq business
    Do things for the kids (the little dunns)
    Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
    Cbr's and vcr's
    Atv's and big screen tv's, nigga please
    Don't make me have to risk my freedom
    We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
    For real.. (yo)

    Chorus: havoc

    Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
    Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
    Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
    Have a nigga od cause it's never enough

    [prodigy]
    It go one, two, three to the fourth
    That nigga p-double got that shit
    For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
    In hell's kitchen, i chef the impossible
    To serve hot plates all across the unified states
    Sit down and sup with top rap reps
    We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
    You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope duke
    Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
    First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
    My new edition's way bitch
    Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
    Fuck rhymes i write prescriptions, for your diseased
    Generic rap's just not potent like p's
    One-thousand one-hundred cc's on the throttle
    I peel off chest naked on katanas
    Spaghetti head mobb niggaz is full bred
    Fully blown melanin tone, i rock skeleton bone shirts
    And verses, but thirst for worse beats
    So i can put, more product out on the street
    Get respect and love, all across the board
    We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
    I score everytime for sure
    While the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
    (to the real..)

    Chorus: havoc

    Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
    Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
    Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
    Have a nigga od cause it's never enough
    It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
    Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
    (hip-hop *echoes*) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
    Have a nigga od cause it's never enough
    (the real... hip-hop *echoes*)

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