Mobb Deep Extortion Lyrics
            Intro:
        
            Yeah...
            Time to let these n____z know Son
            n____z don't even wanna m_________in understand
            KnowhatI'msayin?  Time to hit em with the third degree
            Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G
            Yo...
        
            Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy
        
            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 s___ that I'm livin in
            You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
            f___in 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 n____ Gone With the Wind
            My crime work, ninja style s___ 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 s___
            Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting
        
            (Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)
        
            Verse Two: Havoc, Method
        
            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 s___, take it like a man you little b____
        
            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 s___s
            You f___in with, top contenders
            Official to the bone gristle
            It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
            Remember me, burn a n____ to a third degree
            Don't act familiar m_________ers 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 b____ back out
            and then played her, but that ain't nothin
            Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
            Shaolin slang talkin, rap n____
            Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
            What?  Young, black, and don't give a f___
            If the next crew get the scissor...
        
            (Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion)
        
            Bottom line, what the f___ you wanna do
            You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk
            Wanna pop the most junk
            Be the same m_________er with the most lumps
            Chew on that s___
            Punk f__got (word up)
            Burn his a__ like a book of matches
            [Yeah, that's just about it]
            Under pressure like fat b____es...
        
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