Mobb Deep
Hell On Earth
Extortion
(featuring Method Man)
Yeah
Time to let these niggaz know son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand
KnowI'msayin, time to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G
[Havoc]
Yo, look into the eyes, true lies, your whole click despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, cause she's burnin third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lyin through your teeth swearin on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm dippin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end
[Prodigy]
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with speed
Like the motion picture, this nigga gone with the wind
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracin
Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss
Of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzlin, nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get thugly
Never fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta rock my vest
I shoot out your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
Heavy load my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changin New York, who takin your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting
Extortion, hit that up yo (2x)
[Havoc]
Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch
[Method Man]
I blaze your britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry 36 deadly shits
You fuckin with, top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets, bag the goods like a grocery, we food shoppin
On top of that we hip hoppin, and don't stoppin
Out of state drawers droppin, the pantyraiders
Slide on ya like gators
Dumped that stank bitch back out and then played her
But that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, what
Young, black, and don't give a fuck
If the next crew get the scissor
Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion
Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do
You eyein me, at the same time I'm eyein you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same muthafucker with the most lumps
Chew on that shit
Punk faggot (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of matches
Yeah, that's just about it, bitch ass niggas
Under pressure like fat bitches
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