Real Gangstaz Mobb Deep

This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin shit nigga (yeah!) Yeah! For all the real niggaz out there (yeah!) You know what I'm talkin bout? (what!)

Real Gangstaz (feat. Lil' Jon) Mobb Deep

This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin shit nigga (yeah) Yeahhhh For all the real niggaz out there (yeah) You know what I'm talkin bout (what) Like my motherfuckin East coast niggaz (what)

Real Niggaz Mobb Deep

Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin

Q.U. -- Hectic Mobb Deep

too wild for you Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down And when you outta town represent your ground Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from Queens; leavin niggaz done Son The Mobb

Quiet Storm (Remix) (Feat. Lil' Kim) Mobb Deep

dead and shit What the fuck else can happen yo I dont think much more son word to mother yo We done seen it all and been through it all yo Let y'all niggaz know right now Werd to mother for real

Q.U. - Hectic Mobb Deep

for you Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down And when you outta town represent your ground Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from Queens; leavin niggaz done Son Chorus 1 The Mobb

Thrill Me Mobb Deep

Pass get flipped Holdin' us in contempt No matter what the occupation we payin' the rent I see the half ass wanna be cats part of my frent And these bitch ass cats [Chorus 1] [Prodigy] It's real

Keep It Thoro (Prodigy) Mobb Deep

full of medicine and generate mills Tour the album, only for more sales We used to catch those on the block with crills Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills Sign dems only if the math is real

Kill That Nigga Mobb Deep

[Havoc] Yo, It's like this man, It's real simple If my nigga was my nigga like I thought he was Would he have snitched, hung me out the dry to fuck Guess you don't know a nigga 'till you catch a

Put 'Em In Their Place Mobb Deep

She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe?

Live Foul Mobb Deep

Yeah, yeah Yo son No fucking doubt baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Its real, its real Its real, its real Yeah let them niggas know Yeah Say QB [Hook] [Havoc] Everywhere that I go now I keep that thing

Thug Muzik Mobb Deep

sound Thug muzik, thug muzik (2 times) All that's loose leaf, my big game Scrow foul lives, snake eyes Ready with steel at any given time I'm a kill, stone-hearted nigga at will Done this shit real

Hold Down the Fort Mobb Deep

get that ass lit up like a flare gun Cops they want static, whatever they can have it My name is Prodigy and I'm known to cause havoc And when I flip I be on some ill shit I walk the street, like a real

Where Ya From Mobb Deep

to get muddy Ayo, blood rap Survival of the fifth style cat I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be like that Listen close you can learn from it It's real

Where Ya From (Feat. Eight Ball) Mobb Deep

to get muddy Ayo, blood rap Survival of the fifth style cat I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be like that Listen close you can learn from it It's real

Thug Muzik (feat. Chinky, Infamous Mobb) Mobb Deep

muzik (2 times) Verse 1 : Godfather Pt.3 All that\'s loose leaf, my big game Scrow foul lives, snake eyes Ready with steel at any given time I\'m a kill, stone-hearted nigga at will Done this shit real

Where Ya From (Feat. Eightball) Mobb Deep

through land to get muddy Ayo, blood rap Survival of the fifth style cat I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be like that Listen close you can learn from it It's real

Streets Raised Me (Feat. NOYD) Mobb Deep

with the guns Don't get mad , Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real

Streets Raised Me Mobb Deep

with the guns Don't get mad , Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real

Streets Raised Me (feat. Big Noyd, Chinky) Mobb Deep

with the guns Don\'t get mad , Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real

Streets Raised Me (Feat. Big Noyd) Mobb Deep

stick with the guns Don't get mad , Rip your hun, concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, Confirm if it is real

We Up Mobb Deep

a gun that don't work And some nigga with a tec come and wet my shirt I catch bullets in my stomach and them shits burn I wake up sweatin holdin my stomach cause it hurt Yo the shit seem too real

Hurt Niggas Mobb Deep

gun inside of my Timb so I can explode on any mothafucka that grin trust me, it's not like that, it's not what you thought you'll be like "P shot me and bounced in the Porsche" on some real

Back At You Mobb Deep

Ashes to ashes dust to dust stainless steel gats never rust big till bust you could touch just enough blessed wit the real side of life you couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic layed down niggas eyes

Shook Ones Part II Mobb Deep

Keep your eyes open) For real- who ain't got no feelings (No doubt, son, keep your eyes open) (I got this, I got this) (Just watch my back, I got your front, yo) Check it out now (Word up, say it to them

Bounce Mobb Deep

her period To stop Havoc got to kill me bro These niggaz listening but don't hear me bro [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, what's the deal, deal Play that shit I can feel, feel Right now it's about to get real

Crawlin Mobb Deep

going at "P" you run into bricks How you not gonna show face after that stunt At rap's only awards and you ain't show up You scared and you butt, you are now being crushed By these black Mobb

My Gats Spitting Mobb Deep

[Verse One: Havoc] Is it real like niggaz claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking kid?

Me and My Crew Mobb Deep

and the wrath of the five foot murder I'm goin out baby uzi, style Catchin bodies like I hit skins The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard More four-five, motherfucker die My crew is live and real

Shook Ones, Part 2 (Album Version) Mobb Deep

Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin’, keep your eyes open) For real niggas who ain’t got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son

Quiet Storm Mobb Deep

flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb

Shook Ones Pt II Mobb Deep

(Intro) Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes

shock ones Part 2 Mobb Deep

Artist: Mobb Deep (The Infamous) Album: The Infamous Song: Shook Ones Pt II (Intro) Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin'

Shook Ones Pt. II Mobb Deep

whole song you can hear talkings in the background (Intro) Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real

Locked in Spofford Mobb Deep

me locked down Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down To Spofford, and JV's worse than Rikers Adolescents that ball hardcore With the criminal minded juveniles The real

Party Over Mobb Deep

my life since 11-2-74 on the street makin non-stop CREAM galore Packin heat, stickin up weed stores and more Collectin interest off of extortions to settle my score It gets deeper when things get real

Party Over (feat. Matt Life, Big Noyd) Mobb Deep

Artist: Mobb Deep f/ Big Noyd Album: The Infamous Song: Party Over Intro/Chorus: Whatever? Partys over tell the rest of the crew Yo P, its on you, what you wanna do?

Right Back At You Mobb Deep

niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real

Right Back At You (feat. Ghostface Killah & Raekwon, Big Noyd) Mobb Deep

niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real

Just Step (Prelude) Mobb Deep

fake And fuck the jake digger catch me at my way And if I did burn a bag of blade Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care [Prodigy] Son I got plans, power movements, get on some real

Just Step Prelude (feat. Big Noyd) Mobb Deep

never fake And fuck the jake digger catch me at my way And if I did burn a bag of blade Put the light in the air sometimes I just don’t care [Prodigy] Son I got plans, power movements, get on some real

Get Dealt With Mobb Deep

swords, ready for war, who paid cost and take ya life lost, never found again boss A job well done, relax, throw back fifths of Bacardi Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit Fuckin with the fabulous Mobb

One Of Ours Part II (Featuring Jadakiss) Mobb Deep

leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses Put a pep in that bop that you walk with When my tec spittin at reinforcements I could never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it Spittin that real

Can't Fuck Wit (Feat. Big Noyd) Mobb Deep

[Chorus x2: Havoc] Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh) Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh) Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit

Click Click (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Tony Yayo) Mobb Deep

You can't be me Shorty gave me that ass on GP Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon And

Stomp Em Out Mobb Deep

Yeah kid, you know I got dat Jump in the hooptie, countin up my loot deep ?

Got It Twisted Remix (Featuring Twista) Mobb Deep

the cockpit Fools wild in the club, I just play the wall My niggaz pray and pray for my downfall Man how I scoop them broads and get that groupie love One look and your chick is dug Y'all ain't real

Drop a Gem On Em Mobb Deep

It's the infamous back in the house once again Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls gats like a basehead pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop

Drop a Gem on 'Em Mobb Deep

It’s the infamous back in the house once again Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls gats like a basehead pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop

Eye for an Eye (Your Beef is Mines) Mobb Deep

Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose Sling do my thing organize fiend servants Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real