Nobody Likes Me Lyrics - Mobb Deep

(Prodigy) 

Uh Hu 

Uh Hu 

Lines pop like bottles of Mo, Bonin ya ho 

Leave 'em open like a 20 a blow 

Fiening to cop more 

Rhymes rusty like nails 

Spit 'em catch lock jaw 

Cook shit, spit it up, sit it on the floor 

To prevent lop side I never slam the door 

To never get shitted on, don抰 put my faith in whores 

Never let my information leak thru my forewall 

They say I'm all to sick cause I screen my calls 

No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a probable cause 

Keep my stash? while your guns get tossed 

Niggas live by the law then they die by the law 

Then I live by the gat and I'm a die by that 

Dun I used to be the tunnel now we regular? spress? 

Son it's strictly dom bitches never catch me with rats 

QB where I took my first H we rep 

Never leave the projects and ya'll know the rest 

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(Chorus) 

Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun 

We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch 

me run 

Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun 

We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch 

me run 

(havoc) 

A yo you ran, started feeling numb in your hand 

Felt something dripping looked down seen your arm leaking 

You get excited and start to panic 

Lucky for you, ya had your track shoes on and blew it 

My arch louder than a Doberman bark 

Sober you up, challenge your heart, see where its at 

I caught this on dude tried to shank me 

Stupid fuck frankly I pulled out and left his ass soggy 

Keep rhyming on the Ragu can't seem to shake it 

Ruger on the left side of my hips for maitnence 

I fix all your problems, handle it bitch 

Use a maytag nigga and ya won't do shit 

After you shot you got all emotional with mommy 

Laying in emergency throw the? dease? on me 

Squeeller I thought you was a drug dealer thug killer 

but at the end you kept it realer 

Photos 

That's why. 

(chorus) 

(Prodigy) 

A yo I leave a last impression when my shit gets scared 

Tying to hang with the elite but a nigga got bought 

When it's time to mello out stare straight into stars 

Then I sabotage your brain with these last 8-balls 

With your ice grill making me laugh on your behalf 

Have a nigga skin graph I'm talking out of the ass 

Play you like the ab getting bent off, credit from poppy 

Nock niggas down when I get like that 

So start me 

(Havoc) 

I'm putting holes like the pores? with bacardi 

My gun dun step aside the place and make heads spin 

Are shit, it go to mobb nigga keep your distance 

Fake fucks keep coming out using infamous 

I'll say it for the last motherfucking time bitches 

Come with your own shit or get stomped and shot 

By Queens bridge at the next industry convention 

That's why... 

(chorus repeat till end)