It's Over Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

(Havoc) 

Yeah. uh-huh 

Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die 

Why the fuck they frontin like they is? 

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(Prodigy) 

Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo 

You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks 

Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club 

Won't catch me with the police without cuffs 

Can't press me into no threatenin position 

Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough 

Catch P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun 

You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't stick him 

Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them 

Source at the thug events, y'know we hittin them 

Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them 

Drugs in my system, all types of shit 

Keeps me where I wanna be, don't get me started on that 

Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is with this 

And check how we set up shop to get our chips 

Niggaz study our verse like college kids (word) 

We know you love our style, get off our dick 

(Yeah that's right, uh-huh) 

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(Chorus) 

(H) Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die 

Why the fuck they frontin like they is? 

(P) Cause they wanna be like the reals 

And be amongst the thugs that do this for real 

(H) Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die 

Why the fuck they frontin like they is? 

(P) Cause you wanna do it like Hav' 

And do it like P, but mad shit missin 

(Havoc) 

Y'all niggaz is pussy, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya 

Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and continue 

If not anything else the four-pound'll spin ya 

And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can 

Believe me my hammer don't give a damn what you been through 

It's a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter 

Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal 

Don't put your nose in things don't concern you 

This grown man business, y'all niggaz so childish 

I'm in the cut, analyzin while you fools is wildin 

Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip 

Murder so clean you can eat off the shit 

I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too close 

Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm cockin the toast 

The game cutthroat so I killed the ref 

Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath 

(Yeah that's right, uh-huh) 

(Chorus)