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Give Up the Goods (Just Step) (Explicit)

Mobb Deep
1995-04-253:58 MinSynchronisierter Text

"Give Up the Goods (Just Step) (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Mobb Deep, 1995, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:58, 86 lines / 846 words.

Songtext

0:11Ayo queens get the money long time no cash
0:13I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
0:16The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
0:18Pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last
0:21Now who the f**k you think is living to this day
0:23I'm tryna tell these young n***as crime don't pay
0:26They looked at me and said queen's n***as don't play
0:28Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way
0:31It's type hard tryna survive in new york state
0:33Can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate
0:36Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
0:39Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
0:41Cause having cash is highly addictive
0:44Especially when you're used to having money to live with
0:46I thought step back look at my life as a whole
0:49Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
0:51I'm out for delfia selfia p's not helping ya
0:54I'm tryna get this lexus up and plus a cellular
0:56Yo big noyd what up cousin I can't cope
0:59With all these crab n***as tryna shorten my rope
1:01Yo it's the r-a-double-p-e-r
1:04N-o-y-d n***as can't f**k with me
1:06Coming straight outta qb pushing an infiniti
1:09You ask can I rip it constantly mentally
1:12Definitely to the death of me come and test me
1:14Trust me ni**a couldn't touch me if he snuff me
1:17So bust me you're gonna have to cause I'mma blast you
1:19My lyrical like a miracle ill spiritual
1:22I'm born with it I'm getting on with it
1:24And I'mma have it 'til I'm f**king dead and gone with it
1:26Cause I'm a what composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor
1:30Don't make me buck ya cause I'm a wild mothaf**ka
1:32You know my flow you know my steelo
1:34Even pack my gat when I go to see my po
1:37Jump out my hooptie pass my gat and my lucci
1:39To my shorty in case my po try to troop me
1:42To the island and if I start wilding
1:44Flipping on n***as walking around with the nice gold medallions
1:47But she didn't violate me so I escaped see
1:50Back to queen's pumping the fiends making more cream
1:52Know what I mean I'm a natural born hustler
1:54Won't try to cut ya pull out my 4 4 and bust ya
1:57Hey yo ain't no time for faking jacks cause brothers who fake jacks
2:00Get laid on their backs the streets is real
2:02Can't roll without steel I feel how I feel
2:05Cause I was born to kill do what I gotta
2:07To eat a decent meal brothers is starving
2:09Don't try to find a job son it's all about robbing
2:11So don't be alarmed when we come through
2:13We supposed to if you opposed to get your face blown dude
2:16Off the map cause I react attack
2:18A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
2:21Drug dealing only mess with shorties that's appealing
2:24I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling
2:26Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
2:29Sipping e&j getting bent all night
2:31Yo who that I never seen him in my whole life step to his business
2:35Cause it's only right po-po ain't around so I grab my pound
2:39Money retaliated so I hit the ground my life is on the line
2:42Gotta hold my projects down can't see myself getting bodied
2:45By a clownass ni**a that ain't even from my town
2:49Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead
2:51And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens
2:54I stop firing to cut a** like a diamond jetted to the cribpiece
2:58What a relief stashed the heat then proceeded to peep
3:01Out the window call my son yo son we got beef
3:04But no question money had a problem so I solved him
3:08I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
3:11Thinking of ways to take loot already made
3:13There's crime in the air ain't no time to be afraid
3:16Give me yours and get laid give up the goods and get sprayed
3:23I got lots of love for my crew that is
3:26No love for them other crews and rival kids
3:28All them out-of-town n***as know what time it is
3:31And if they don't they need to buy a watch word up
3:33Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt up
3:36While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup
3:38On a park bench on 12th street my whole crew's famous
3:41You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
3:43First of all slow down you on the wrong route
3:46Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
3:48The street life ain't nothing to play with
3:50No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same sh*t
3:54Just drinking liquor doing bids extorting crack heads
3:57And sticking up the stick-up kids
3:58The stick-up kids the stick-up kids
Ayo queens get the money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last
Now who the f**k you think is living to this day
I'm tryna tell these young n***as crime don't pay
They looked at me and said queen's n***as don't play
Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way
It's type hard tryna survive in new york state
Can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
Cause having cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia selfia p's not helping ya
I'm tryna get this lexus up and plus a cellular
Yo big noyd what up cousin I can't cope
With all these crab n***as tryna shorten my rope
Yo it's the r-a-double-p-e-r
N-o-y-d n***as can't f**k with me
Coming straight outta qb pushing an infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly mentally
Definitely to the death of me come and test me
Trust me ni**a couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me you're gonna have to cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle ill spiritual
I'm born with it I'm getting on with it
And I'mma have it 'til I'm f**king dead and gone with it
Cause I'm a what composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya cause I'm a wild mothaf**ka
You know my flow you know my steelo
Even pack my gat when I go to see my po
Jump out my hooptie pass my gat and my lucci
To my shorty in case my po try to troop me
To the island and if I start wilding
Flipping on n***as walking around with the nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me so I escaped see
Back to queen's pumping the fiends making more cream
Know what I mean I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya pull out my 4 4 and bust ya
Hey yo ain't no time for faking jacks cause brothers who fake jacks
Get laid on their backs the streets is real
Can't roll without steel I feel how I feel
Cause I was born to kill do what I gotta
To eat a decent meal brothers is starving
Don't try to find a job son it's all about robbing
So don't be alarmed when we come through
We supposed to if you opposed to get your face blown dude
Off the map cause I react attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
Drug dealing only mess with shorties that's appealing
I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sipping e&j getting bent all night
Yo who that I never seen him in my whole life step to his business
Cause it's only right po-po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the ground my life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down can't see myself getting bodied
By a clownass ni**a that ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead
And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens
I stop firing to cut a** like a diamond jetted to the cribpiece
What a relief stashed the heat then proceeded to peep
Out the window call my son yo son we got beef
But no question money had a problem so I solved him
I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
Thinking of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air ain't no time to be afraid
Give me yours and get laid give up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-of-town n***as know what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a watch word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt up
While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th street my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nothing to play with
No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same sh*t
Just drinking liquor doing bids extorting crack heads
And sticking up the stick-up kids
The stick-up kids the stick-up kids

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