Give Up The Goods (just Step) - Mobb Deep Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Hey yo, Queen's get the money long time no cash 

I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast 

The fool retaliated so I had to think fast 

Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last 

Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? 

I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay 

They looked at me and said, "Queen's niggas don't play 

Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid stay outta my way" 

It's type hard tryna survive in New York state 

Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate 

Po po comes around and tries to relocate me 

Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me 

'Cause havin' cash is highly addictive 

Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with 

I thought step back look at my life as a whole 

Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul 

I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya 

I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular 

Yo Big Noyd! I can't cope 

(What up cuzin'?) 

With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope 

Yo, it's the R, a double P, E, R, N, O, Y, D 

Niggas can't fuck with me, comin' straight outta QB 

Pushin' an Infiniti, you ask, can I rip it constantly? Mentally? 

Definitely, to the death of me, come and test me 

Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me 

So bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you 

My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual 

I'm born wit' it, I'm gettin' on wit' it 

An' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 

'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor 

Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild muthafucka 

You know my flow, you know my stilo 

Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO 

Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty 

In case my PO try to troop me to the island 

And if I start wildin', flippin' on niggas walkin' around 

Wit' da nice gold medallions 

But she didn't violate me, so I escaped, see 

Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more cream 

Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler 

Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 44 and bust ya 

Yo babe, no time for fakin' jacks 

'Cause niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs 

The streets is real can't roll without steel 

I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill 

Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal 

Brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son 

It's all about robbin', so don't be alarmed 

When we come through 'cause we supposed to 

If you opposed to get your face blown dude off the map 

'Cause I react, attack a brother wasn't blessed with wealth 

So I act like that drug dealin' 

I'm frontin' on the world once I start 4-wheelin' 

'Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride 

Sippin' E&J, gettin' bent all night 

Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life 

Step to his business 'cause it's only right 

Po po ain't around so I grab my pound 

Money retaliated so I hit the ground 

My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down 

Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga 

That ain't even from my town 

Hit him up in the chest 

And now he's layin' me down dead 

And up from under the benches, I started hearin' sirens 

I stop firin', he cut ass like a diamond 

Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief 

Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window 

Call my son, "Yo son, we got beef but no question 

Money had a problem so I solved him" 

I got my mind on the stick-up, now it's time to get paid 

Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made 

There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid 

Gimme yours and get laid, give up the goods and get sprayed 

I got lots of love for my crew, that is 

No love for them other crews and rival kids 

All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is 

And if they don't they need to buy a watch 

Word up, caught up in the crossfire get theyself hurt 

While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup 

On a park bench on 12th St., my whole crew's famous 

You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless 

First of all, slow down, you on the wrong route 

Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about 

The street life ain't nuttin' to play with, no jokes, no games kid 

For years I been doin' the same shit 

Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin' crack heads 

And stickin' up the stick-up kids