Mobb Deep It's Over Lyrics

[Havoc]
Yeah.. uh-huh
Y'all n____z ain't ready to die
Why the f___ they frontin like they is?

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo
You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin position
Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't stick him
Cause they know I shoot n____z like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, y'know we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all types of s___
Keeps me where I wanna be, don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my n____z is with this
And check how we set up shop to get our chips
n____z study our verse like college kids (word)
We know you love our style, get off our d___
(Yeah that's right, uh-huh)

[Chorus]
[H] Y'all n____z ain't ready to die
Why the f___ they frontin like they is?
[P] Cause they wanna be like the reals
And be amongst the thugs that do this for real
[H] Y'all n____z ain't ready to die
Why the f___ they frontin like they is?
[P] Cause you wanna do it like Hav'
And do it like P, but mad s___ missin

[Havoc]
Y'all n____z is p____, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and continue
If not anything else the four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a d___ what you been through
It's a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter
Never gave a f___ about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your nose in things don't concern you
This grown man business, y'all n____z so childish
I'm in the cut, a___yzin while you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the s___
I'm a paranoid n____, don't get too close
Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm c___in the toast
The game cutthroat so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah that's right, uh-huh)

[Chorus]