(Just Step Prelude) (Explicit)
Mobb Deep"(Just Step Prelude) (Explicit)" is a song by Mobb Deep, released in 1995 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:03 long and contains 26 lines and 240 words.
Lyrics
0:00Yo son tell 'em about that bulls**t they put you through
0:02Yo son word is bond dun
0:04Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
0:07I'm going to court for three cases in three places
0:09One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn
0:11The way things is looking I'mma see central bookings
0:14Facing three 3 to 9's is mad time
0:17After ran concurrent for assault and 2-9's
0:19I gotta maintain cause stress on the brain
0:21Can lead to a motherf**king suicide thing
0:24And plus my probation a I'll violation
0:26How the f**k did I get in this tight situation
0:29I'm going all out you know moves I never fake
0:31And f**k the jake they can catch me at my wake
0:34And if I die burn a bag of blade
0:36Put the lye in the air sometimes I just don't care
0:39Son I got plans power movements get on some rude s**t
0:42I keep living like this I might lose it
0:44My man's coming home from doing long a*s bids
0:47What up Kicko I ain't seen your a*s since we was kids
0:49It's all strange my n***as locked down thinking long range
0:53And see their names in the Daily News third page
0:55They sent a kite to my n***a Killer
0:57It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer
1:00A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bing
1:03Reclined and still came home with his shine
Yo son tell 'em about that bulls**t they put you through Yo son word is bond dun Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn The way things is looking I'mma see central bookings Facing three 3 to 9's is mad time After ran concurrent for assault and 2-9's I gotta maintain cause stress on the brain Can lead to a motherf**king suicide thing And plus my probation a I'll violation How the f**k did I get in this tight situation I'm going all out you know moves I never fake And f**k the jake they can catch me at my wake And if I die burn a bag of blade Put the lye in the air sometimes I just don't care Son I got plans power movements get on some rude s**t I keep living like this I might lose it My man's coming home from doing long a*s bids What up Kicko I ain't seen your a*s since we was kids It's all strange my n***as locked down thinking long range And see their names in the Daily News third page They sent a kite to my n***a Killer It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bing Reclined and still came home with his shine
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