Know Da Game Lyrics
[Havoc of Mobb Deep]
Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God
Times is hard, vision blurred, kid, I can't see far
Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased
Over some bullshit beef, I pack heat
Son, it's '96 and I ain't going out like that
Never roll a dolo 'cuase my crew got my back
And it's a fact, niggas don't know how to act
'Til I, cock back, react, leave 'em laying on they back
Sometimes I try to maintain and chill
Stop my brain from thinking, restrain from grabbing my steel
I'm stressed out, trying to live right on the wrong route
Thinking of ways to get loot in large amounts
So I chill on the block, nigga respect mines
A giver with the Mac and the motherfucking Tec-9s
So pack steel if you come through, front if you want to
Before you do, so let me warn you
We more infamous, crime shit, take it to the gat
Fuck the rhyme shit, you reminded of what the nine did
Remanded, QBC, then left stranded
We cock cannons, punishing and back handing
[Hook 2X: M.O.P. (Billy Danze + Lil Fame)]
In order to survive the game
Know the game
Hold your name
And let them niggas know
The way to win the war
Attend the war
End the war
And let your hammer go
[Kool G. Rap]
Yo, I'll leave your whole body twisted when you get lifted
And police'll have to fish to run ballistics on a biscuit
Another statistic, I tried to chill but you insisted
Coming all in my district, I don't know why the fuck you risk it
I be one deep, walking the streets, packing the heat
Bring the cow meat, you're lifted off your feet
Leave you sleeping on the concrete
Get blown at home or whatever zone you roam
Get to flown to your dome
Blow chromosones out your flesh and bones
Hitman for hire, who's the next one to expire?
Suited it up in black attire, hit you up with rapid fire
The stainless biscuit will leave your brain smoking
Your whole frame broken and clothes soakin'
Head blown the fuck open
Try to step inside of my fort and get caught
With the trey-pound, shorter left on the sidewalks of New York
The decompose, blood flows are holes in your clothes, eyes closed
Body be frozed, posing for pictures with a rose
Head to your toes, look like you got wetted with a hose
The road you choose got your brain drain through your nose, nigga
So who be committing crimes? Dangerous minds
Put two to your spine, lay you down behind enemy lines
When we cross it and leave you leaking like a broken faucet
The underworld production family can reinforce it
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[Prodigy of Mobb Deep]
Yo, when shit get real, it ain't what you expected
Me and kickos are known to get hectic
Only to wreck shit, many slugs in all directions
Make you see the light when my shots makes connections
Niggas get their face split in section
Shook, using ice grilled looks for they protection
We absorb everything you fear
And indulge in a crime-filled atmosphere
This shit ain't nuttin' new, it's only things that we used to
We used to stick niggas on the F through to
The E train, when it's time to recruit, I humble on the D train
See my man D only to purchase my cocaine
Word to my newborn seed
A nigga gotta make loot to support greed
On the wild side of the fence, the shit is on the verge of explosion
It's so cold, you might get frozen
If you leave yourself vulnerable and time lapsing
Fools collapsing and caught up in gun clapping
No matter who you are, if you know many faces
I don't discriminate, my shot bleed all races
And cultures, we sort of like vultures
Eating your insides like ulcers; it pulls niggas closer, nigga
[Hook 2X: M.O.P. (Lil Fame + Billy Danze)]
In order to survive the game
Know the game
Hold your name
And let them niggas know
The way to win the war
Attend the war
End the war
And let your hammer go
