Hoodlum Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against me 

And is it the Henny that bend me; I be in the zone 

Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone 

They take it personal, but only a minor few can understand 

What a nigga feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka.(No doubt) 

I'm still breathing. You a must son, we full bread 

You ain't my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you 

I get wit you, handle that on a later note. 

We o'er-dose eveything is death, we so close 

I'm trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing. 

Ready for the bad news 'til da phone ring 

Son is dead, now I'm irate over my head seeking revenge. 

Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh 

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Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns 

For real son's leaning back checking out the action 

On the benches we drinkin X's 

Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this... 

Sharply burn it down like an arsonist 

Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidz 

And blow all hell fire out ya empire 

Live as wire couldn't make my mobb expire or retire 

I'm letting off 'til my arms tired 

You set quite wit my head full of riot. 

Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear 

I declare only live niggas lock this year 

'96-I lost my dun; '97-It got worse. 

Pull money out the team, got to get mork. 

And sat down you play the background when shots sound off 

Flashbacks of how my man is gone, KB forever in my memory 

I spill some Henny then I keep it moving 

Photos 

Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin' this 

Ain't nobody stoppin this Rakim and Imfamous 

Reck the hood for you and yours-No doubt crash the bars 

You don't really wanna go against the source 

Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildness 

Its bug, niggas dug in the projects you holiday thug 

Ease up all that illin and grillin 

Get ya melon lite up, you niggas is butt 

You want me, I'm reppin WB, what? 

Where you find me at sippin Congac from a cup 

With my heat next to my nuts 

Never been afraid to bust 

Slug rushin to your head like dust 

If that wasn't enough as long as strong and tough 

We squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black 

Fuckin wit these Queens cats 

I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop that 

In fact black, if you come at me don't come sloppy 

All my baby girl got is a papi to guide her 

Through this world of hatred 

And I die to see that she make it 

And die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, UM... 

Yo, you wanna come test, son it's massive stress 

Penalties of death, pay your last respects 

We harass your rep if you slept or half step 

We adapt to see what we can master next 

After sex pass the bless for after effects 

Relax through stress, do math and set, mad connects 

Cash the check to get assets we blast techs 

Dealing with the mental aspects in chess 

So retreat your troops, if you Dunns come to shot 

Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute 

I keep 'em leary of the deadly "7 MC" theory 

Soon as they hear me, I release "Lyrics of Fury" 

And quick to say a poem that ricochet in your dome 

My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home alone 

So I can get the cheddar and be the better trend setter 

The 18th Letter Forever, what 

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