Gimme The Goods Lyrics - Infamous Mobb Deep - Mobb Deep

Ayo, Queens 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 living to this day? 

I'm tryna 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 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate 

Po po comes around and tries to dislocate me 

Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me 

Cause having cash is highly addictive 

Especially when you're used to having 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 helping ya 

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

Yo, Big Noyd! (What up cousin?) I can't cope 

With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope 

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Yo I was caught up in the crime 

That wasn't even mine 

They wanted me to do two years of time 

Two cops pulled up, pointed the gun said "frisk it" 

One cop said "that's the kid with the biscuit" 

I started to run, fuck kicking [?] 

The cop looked me in the eye 

And said "don't even risk it" 

They found the nine, and jury had claimed 

They were saying Big Noyd, they was calling name 

If the tool was mine, then I feel no shame 

Never seen it in my life, so I knew I was framed 

Then I called my boys, "What's up? 

Yo get with it, find outa the punk pussy motherfucker who did it" 

Then make them pay, no time to delay 

Check out the dreadhead from around the way 

My boys got back saying "yeah he's the one 

The reason why you're there for the goddam gun" 

He said "I get the bill, you just chill 

Before you get out the motherfucker will be killed" 

I said "Yeah P, that's the way you do it 

Don't let the punk motherfucker sly right through it" 

You listen to the rhymes, I know that you heard it 

Fuck around with me and my crew you getting murdered 

Now I'm outta' jail and the motherfuckers dead 

You know who I'm talking 'bout the fucking dread 

Put ya [?] for the reck, with the motherfucking tec 

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They caught the dread pumping dope on the corner 

Cling cling, boom boom boom, he's a goner 

So one, two, what you gonna' do P? 

I got mad beef niggas wanna' clap me 

But trust me, niggas must be truly for trynna' do me 

Cos when it's on I go loony with the fucking tooly 

I got love to the thugs and the crack sellers 

Stick together going hard like the good fellas 

We go deep, Mobb Deep 

It ain't nothing sweet 

Stick 'em up then hit 'em up for the fucking Jeep 

We're on the flickerly flow, yeah you know 

Fuck the Po Po, back 'em down let the heat blow 

They tryna stop me, these niggas wanna pop me 

Fur to the [???] make believe that he shot me 

The beef is still on, word is bond 

But I'mma chill for a while and save a bullet for his mama 

I got my mind on this figure 

Now it's time to get paid 

Thinking of ways to take loot already made 

There's crime in the air, there ain't time to be afraid 

Gimme yours or get laid 

Give up the goods or get sprayed 

Hey Yo, ain't no time for faking 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, niggas is starving 

Don't try to find a job son, it's all about robbing 

So don't be alarmed when we come through 

We supposed to, if you opposed to, get your face blown dude 

Off the map, cause I react, attack 

A nigga wasn't blessed with wealth, so I act like that 

Drug dealing, only fuckin' with bitches thats appealin' 

I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling 

Cause back on the 41st Side, we do a ride 

Sipping E&J, getting bent all night 

Yo, who that? I never seen him in my fucking 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 getting bodied 

By a clown... ass nigga that ain't even from my town 

Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead 

And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens 

I stop firing, to 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"