In The Long Run Lyrics - Mobb Deep

* (Bonus Track on CD-ROM) 

(Chorus / Havoc): 

Cause in the long run we could be on son 

It's on son 

Extra cash just for more guns 

Cause in the long run we could be on son 

It's on son 

Extra cash just for more guns 

Let's start the warfare... 

(Ty Nitty): 

Yo Ty Nitty, airforce one's call up my duns 

Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns 

Caught a body on the run 

You don't want none, lump some 

Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt 

Proceed, where that weed indeed 

Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed 

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(Havoc): 

My whole mission, like a platoon take position 

Ain't goin in if my clique can't get in 

That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time 

Get that loot up, no doubt I bail mines 

Easy access 

Shorty straight up hit the mattress 

Have you role playin just like a actress 

My tactics leavin niggas stuck doin back flips 

I black out 

Take it to the gats 

Fuck this rap shit 

Let my niggas shine 

Rate my rhymes like a dime 

Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas 

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(Prodigy): 

Yo, 

Who's the one to be made into example 

Nigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time 

What! (gunshots) 

My mobb'll get on top ya, topple ya 

Like a fall guy you fell down clown 

Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot) 

Ten years later still hold a firm ground 

Nigga P thugly 

Enter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gun 

What up G? 

I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that? 

Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap 

You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gats 

Got juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimp 

Let's rap a taste 

You get your little head pinched off 

Brooklyn touched you, then left you for Queens to finish off 

Fuck a ----- Keith Murray and his whole clique 

Yea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit 

Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses 

Little to your knowledge 

You almost got shot but that's aiight though 

I'm a catch ya ass again 

You fuckin immigrant ------ for two cent 

My Mobb runnin shit you fuckin Carlton Ave coward 

The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers 

(Chorus / Havoc): 

Cause in the long run we could be on son 

It's on son 

Extra cash just for more guns 

Cause in the long run we could be on son 

It's on son 

Extra cash just for more guns