เพลง It's Mine (Explicit)

It's Mine (feat. Nas) - Mobb Deep

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HAH hahahahh Huh yo, you know it

Infamous ninety-nine

(infamous ninety-nine)

(Hahahaha) Infamous two thousand

(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)

AHHH hahahaha hahaha HAH haha

Yo... straight thugs on this side

it's do or die to the death

Like the terminal ill takin they last breath

Read your last rites

God, forgive me

For the sin I'm about to commit

takin a life

Kill or be killed, rather that

than somebody else

Readin my will you feel what I feel,

you know the deal

Keep the infrared next to my bed,

one in the head

Hearin noises, dead tired,

eyes bloodshot red

Sleep with half closed eyelids

Some say it's strange,

sometimes that's how strange life get

Go easy on the bottle,

niggas love to see when

Niggas slippin off point,

on the strength they bet

Scopin your ice, appraisin it

like the Diamond District Jeweler

With they hand on the biscuit

Do ya, wanna get caught lifted;

or sober, so you can react quick?

Blow you off the atlas as

if I caught you fuckin my wife

On my thousand dollar mattress

It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me

A moms that loved me

and a pops that raised me

Y'all need to give it up..

we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggas want thug,

life, is, mine

Y'all need to give it up.

cause we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggas want thug,

life, is, mine

I got the style of a still-born child,

I'm ill

If it's beef, poke him with the fork,

make sure he's done well

The streets raised me crazy,

now I'm immune to it

So when they start shootin,

we don't stop the music

Keep it moving that's how we do it

(c'mon, c'mon Dunn)

Been through more drama than the Baldwins,

you still crawlin

(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office,

high performance

Rap author, made millions off of melodic,

hypnotic productions

That'll fuck with your conscience a

nd touch your emotions

You feel me? I'll write a graphic page

Escort niggas to they grave,

relate to the projects

We the black Mobb,

it gets deeper than rap music

It's more real than any words I can muster

Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)

Hop out them shits like what?

Y'all niggas can't touch us

Y'all need to give it up..

we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggas want thug,

life, is, mine

Y'all need to give it up.

cause we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggas want thug,

life, is, mine

Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt

Halle Berry blew a kiss

at the Barbara Streisand concert

Silk pants colored pink,

gators match gangster musical thing

And I'll front like my

doo doo don't stink

Instinct like Cuba Gooding

steppin out the latest toy

Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor

Everybody watch the red carpet entrance,

cameras flashin

Just to think, that was yesterday's action

Cause today goes either way

we came a long way

From hallway steps

and hand-me-down shit

Fuck my foes, I seen the other side,

NexTel cell roam

Call the chopper phone,

heliport in my home

Quincy Jones posters

Wake up, guns under my pillow,

I can't talk around chauffeurs

Shit is better than a novel,

autobiographic

Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic

Start some, make my heart pump,

spark one, I'm God son

NAStradamus, last one

to blast one when the NARC's come

Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds

When you feel the heat, comin

and flee with the murder weapon

I'll release one, shot you deceased,

learn your lesson

Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards,

you past it

Cremate your flesh to ashes

You don't need a suit, no wake,

no funeral, and no casket

Y'all need to give it up..

we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggas want thug,

life, is, mine

Y'all need to give it up.

cause we don't give a fuck..

What y'all niggas want thug,

life, is, mine

The, life, is, mine

The, life, is, mine

The, life, is, mine

Ill Will..

You need to give it up..

we don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas want..

we don't give a fuck

Thug, life, is, mine

Y'all need to give it up..

we don't give a fuck..