Mobb Deep Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm Lyrics
            In broad daylight get right..
            Just been through it all man
            Blood sweat and tears
            n____z is dead and s___ {*music fades in*}
            What the f___ else can happen yo?
            We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
            Let y'all n____z know right now
            Word to mother, for real, for real
            That s___ is the truth
            I'm not lyin..
            [Prodigy]
            I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
            I'm the Quiet Storm n____ who fight rhyme
            P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
            n____ 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
            f___ 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 a__ if he askin (yeah aight)
            Now here come the mack 10
            You'se a d___ 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 s___
            Chorus: Havoc
            Cause it's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (the real)
            Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
            (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
            Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough
            It's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (the real)
            Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
            (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
            Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough
            [Prodigy]
            Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
            My chain hang down to my d___, my piece bang glass tables
            Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
            A n____ 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 n____ D-Black
            I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
            And through all of that a n____ ain't scared of death
            All y'all brand new n____z just scared to death
            I spent too many night sniffin c__e, 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, n____ please
            Don't make me have to risk my freedom
            We worked our whole life for this, you get your s___ beat in
            For real.. (yo)
            Chorus: Havoc
            Cause it's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (hip-hop *echoes*)
            Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
            Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
            Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough
            [Prodigy]
            It go one, two, three to the fourth
            That n____ P-Double got that s___
            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 n____ on the tight rope Duke
            Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
            First a__ignment -- give em that s___ they been missin
            My new edition's way b____
            Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
            f___ 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 n____z 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 n____z just nil
            (To the real..)
            Chorus: Havoc
            Cause it's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (hip-hop *echoes*)
            Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
            Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
            Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough
            It's the real s___, s___ to make em feel s___ (the real)
            Lump em in the club s___, have you wildin out when you b__p this
            (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
            Have a n____ OD cause it's never enough
            (the real... hip-hop *echoes*)
        
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