Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah
[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it
Mobb Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
[hahahaha] Infamous two thousand
(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)
Deep [AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]
[Havoc]
Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death
It's Like the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read your last rites - God, forgive me
Mine for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life
feat Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Nas Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Songtexte Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed eyelids
Songtext Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
Lyrics Go easy on the bottle, n***** love to see when
n***** slippin off point, on the strength they bet
Lyric Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
with they hand on the biscuit
Liedertexte Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
Liedertext Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you f***** my wife
Alle on my thousand dollar mattress
It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
Mobb A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me
Deep
[Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}]
It's Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a f***..
Mine what y'all n***** want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a f***..
feat what y'all n***** want.. thug, life, is, mine
[Prodigy]
I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
Nas If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
Songtexte (Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
Songtext So when they start shootin, we don't stop the music
Lyrics Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Lyric Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance
Liedertexte Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll f*** with your conscience and touch your emotions
Liedertext (You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
Alle Escort n***** to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
Mobb (Don't get no realer than this!)
It's more real than any words I can muster
Deep Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)
Hop out them s**** like what? Y'all n***** can't touch us
It's
[Chorus]
[Nas Escobar]
Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Mine Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
feat And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Nas Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
Songtexte Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
Songtext Cause today goes either way - we came a long way
from hallway steps and hand-me-down s***
Lyrics f*** my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Lyric Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones posters
Liedertexte Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
Liedertext s*** is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Alle Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
Mobb NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
Deep Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
It's I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, b******s, you past it
Mine Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket
feat
[Chorus]
[Nas]
The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)
Ill Will..
You need to give it up.. we don't give a f***
Nas what y'all n***** want.. we don't give a f***
Songtexte Thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a f***..
Songtext what y'all n***** want.. thug, life, is, mine
[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it
Mobb Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
[hahahaha] Infamous two thousand
(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)
Deep [AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]
[Havoc]
Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death
It's Like the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read your last rites - God, forgive me
Mine for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life
feat Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Nas Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Songtexte Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed eyelids
Songtext Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
Lyrics Go easy on the bottle, n***** love to see when
n***** slippin off point, on the strength they bet
Lyric Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
with they hand on the biscuit
Liedertexte Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
Liedertext Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you f***** my wife
Alle on my thousand dollar mattress
It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
Mobb A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me
Deep
[Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}]
It's Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a f***..
Mine what y'all n***** want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a f***..
feat what y'all n***** want.. thug, life, is, mine
[Prodigy]
I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
Nas If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
Songtexte (Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
Songtext So when they start shootin, we don't stop the music
Lyrics Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Lyric Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance
Liedertexte Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll f*** with your conscience and touch your emotions
Liedertext (You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
Alle Escort n***** to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
Mobb (Don't get no realer than this!)
It's more real than any words I can muster
Deep Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)
Hop out them s**** like what? Y'all n***** can't touch us
It's
[Chorus]
[Nas Escobar]
Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Mine Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
feat And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Nas Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
Songtexte Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
Songtext Cause today goes either way - we came a long way
from hallway steps and hand-me-down s***
Lyrics f*** my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Lyric Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones posters
Liedertexte Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
Liedertext s*** is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Alle Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
Mobb NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
Deep Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
It's I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, b******s, you past it
Mine Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket
feat
[Chorus]
[Nas]
The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)
Ill Will..
You need to give it up.. we don't give a f***
Nas what y'all n***** want.. we don't give a f***
Songtexte Thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a f***..
Songtext what y'all n***** want.. thug, life, is, mine