歌词
Yeah
Time to let these niggaz know Son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherf**kin understand
KnowhatI'msayin Time to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you know the QBC here to drop a G
Yo
Look into the eyes True Lies your whole click despise
Especially me H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick cuz she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong while you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin you religious well you sin
F**kin with the Mobb Infamous to the end
I hold a nine Ruger with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with Speed
Like the motion picture this nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime work ninja style shit was did
And got away with escaped it the Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the source you know the boss
Of the Mobb killing is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling nobody knows it's all history
Madness amongst me I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's always something
No rest daily gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag you hear the sound as it slaps when
Heavy load my military hold ammunition
Far from animation it's real live you think not
My crew changing New York who taking your spot
I put the green light on your whole click Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding extorting
(Extortion hit that up extortion hit that up)
Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb kid take it then divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit
You're weak troop lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit take it like a man you little bitch
I blaze yo britches P L O extortion you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer carry thirty-six deadly shits
You f**kin with top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherf**kers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin and don't stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators umped that stank bitch back out
And then played her but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin rap nigga
Mr Freeze crowd shiver
What Young black and don't give a f**k
If the next crew get the scissor
(Extortion extortion give that up kid extortion)
Bottom line what the f**k you wanna do
You eyin me at the same time I'm eyin you punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherf**ker with the most lumps
Chew on that shit
Punk faggot (word up)
专辑信息
1.Animal Instinct
2.Drop a Gem on 'Em
3.Bloodsport
4.Extortion
5.More Trife Life
6.Man Down
7.Can't Get Enough of It
8.Nighttime Vultures
9.G.O.D., Pt. III
10.Get Dealt With
11.Hell on Earth (Front Lines)
12.Give It Up Fast
13.Still Shinin'
14.Apostle's Warning