Flavor For The Non Believes Lyrics - Juvenile Hell - Mobb Deep

(Havoc) 

Yo. this is flavor for the non believes 

Sit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pass the weed 

And by the way, this is all the way live 

And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes 

Pumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause I wanna 

The little Don Ho drug dealer? performer 

At my height, I'm described as a midget 

But it ain't about height - it's about, "Can I Kick It?" 

Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill 

I hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil' 

You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent 

I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood 

And when I kick MC's abandon ship 

Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse 

Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring 

Cause I'm flippin like pages in a Word Up magazine 

Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante 

So explicit even porno flicks ban me 

And girls gel me like jheri curl activate 

The forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin 

Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin 

This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste 

Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child's place 

I cook you up, like Uptown raw base 

And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface 

Like I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw 

for the cause, battle me, take a loss 

I steal shows like BelBivDevoe's 

and put on my latex when I hit up the hoes 

You know the flavor kid, give me my props 

Cause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops. 

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Check it, this is flavor for the non believes 

This is flavor for the non believes 

Check it, this is flavor for the non believes 

This is flavor for the non believes 

(Prodigy) 

Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin Old Gold 

Roll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and stroll 

Prodigy, verbally tragic and I'm toxic 

Check out the way check out the way the way that I drop it 

You know my style, step back, cause I'm buckwild 

All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile 

Baby Grand Puba, Little Rick the Ruler 

And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha 

MC's can't get with Mister Mister 

Money don't fake moves cause I probably hit your sister 

I'm on a mission word is bond 

Word to God, I goes on. the little Don 

Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic 

Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic 

I murder with the brain of Hitler black 

And me bein weak, even Kodak couldn't picture that 

Photos 

This is flavor for the 

This is flavor for the non believes 

Flavor for the non believes 

This is flavor for the non believes 

This is flavor for the non believes 

(Havoc) 

Niggaz don't understand first of all 

I rip when I rip check it, never stall 

Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours 

I'm goin all out, check it 

You thought I couldn't wish I wanna do what I did 

I did it so I done, kill another fuckin kid 

Cause I don't give a motherFUCK, and you do 

That's why your stupid ass got bucked 

Outta luck, never took the time to wish 

Took a bitch down then I'm out like quick 

Nestle chocolate, munch like it's? 

That was then, this is now, I'm goin for the gold 

Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short 

Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport 

But not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadays 

knows mad jig tricks, and that I ain't with 

Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go 

with another fly groove, cause I'm so smooth 

Never like to brag, but I, do it still 

Sip on a 40, smoke on the Phil' 

So next time kid you wanna beef just chill 

before I break your ass up to bits 

How many licks would it take 

Check it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licks 

This is flavor for the non believes 

This is flavor for the non believes 

This is flavor for the non believes 

This is flavor for the non believes