Mobb Deep - Get Back Remix (featnoyd) Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Sometimes you just gotta show niggaz how you do things 

That shit hurt 

time'll tell like my nigga Illa G always said 

Love all my niggaz 

I swear 

(QB) 

cross my heart hope to die, right 

Queens Hot Boys 

Hear Me Out 

Yo... put a bullet in ya mind 

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Yo dun, They caught me from the blind side, me the P 

the one who spread love, me, I never shit on my peeps 

I never left my dawgs out in the cold 

I extended my hand wit compassion, you extened yours wit war 

cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky muh'fuckers gon learn how this nigga rock 

Quiet Storm nigga (shhh) leave you shocked for dead 

nigga, I rot ya flesh 

by myself,???, and just pop ya head 

now if it get night, and snakes gettin past it 

ill see you at the crossroad faggot 

and in the mean time, and in between time 

P'll layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more nines 

More boxes of talons to put in your spine 

You cross me nigga, you lost your mind 

Scratch that, you never knew me from the start, so I forgive you 

After you die squirmin, shots burning (fizzling) 

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(its time to) Get Back 

Uh, Its so sweet 

the taste of revenge and blood on the streets 

(its called) Pay Back 

For that shit you'll pulled 

I dont respect your gangsta, my guns expload 

(its time to) Get Back 

Yea, Its so sweet 

the taste of revenge and blood on the streets 

(its called) Pay Back 

For that shit you did 

Two wrongs dont make a right, that make it even, bitch 

Ayo when the guns pop, the thugs pop em, everybody kno 

Mo Thug been on henny rocks, slingin Fo-Fours 

catch a thug on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo 

Or pullin out that peice and aimin at ya Kangol 

Them thugs, some blood, some crip, some stuntin 

you see 'em crip-walkin but they ain't thuggin nuttin 

they ain't tough, ain't rough, ain't built for war 

they frontin they thuggin, and ain't that at all 

me and my dawgs is R, A, W... RAW 

and will murder (Murder). 

A, double L... (ALL) yall 

Yall heard of, the Queens fucking Hot Boyz 

Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and that nigga Noyd 

and the Get Back and yes, revenge is so sweet 

how we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when they sleep 

leave 'em dead in the bed and his blood in the streets 

murder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm whats beef 

(Its the Get Back) 

x1 

Basicly, they done summed it up and ain't no reason to spit 

but fuck it, lemme have my lil 2 cent 

the nine'll leave you so bent 

have you huggin the ground like a toilet bowl ready to hurl 

you'll be havin outta body visions 

and if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be find a religion 

gittin shot up can do that, most'll squeal 

they so shook, the sound of fire crackers makin 'em peel 

niggaz rhyme how they kill (kill) 

rhyme how they feel (feel) 

talkin all that like they??? for the deal 

but me, if I ain't have to... prolly wouldnt clap you 

but they see you wit that paper and wanna git at you 

I dont preach about the shit, I just show 'em what mack do 

you kno these slugs harder than any track you rap to 

when cowards talk shit, it just make the finger itch 

I got drama for that ass, wanna meet the bitch? 

x1