Quiet Storm Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

In broad daylight get right. 

Just been through it all man 

Blood sweat and tears 

Niggaz is dead and shit 

What the fuck else can happen yo? 

We done seen it all, and been through it all yo 

Let y'all niggaz know right now 

Word to mother, for real, for real 

That shit is the truth 

I'm not lyin. 

Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things 

Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame 

Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all 

Hit em with the four 

Don't even know him from a hole in the wall 

Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me? 

Put it right where they back be 

Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer 

Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo 

Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match 

Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats 

Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's 

Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me 

How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack 

Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh 

Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead 

Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead 

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Uhh, uhh 

Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit 

Thump em in the club shit 

Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop ) 

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut 

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough 

"Hot damn hoe, here we go again" 

(Lyte as a Rock) bitch, hard as a cock bitch 

This shit knock for blocks through hardtops 

in the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot 

My Brook-lyn style speak for itself 

Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt 

The embezzler, chrome treasurer 

The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya 

I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit 

Comin in this game on some modelin shit 

Bitches suck cock just to get to the top 

I put a hundred percent, in every line I dropIt's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B 

Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P 

What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live 

Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn 

Uhh, uhh 

Photos 

Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit 

I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline 

Yo rock that shit, that real life shit 

Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it 

We come through like, "Fuck it" 

Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it 

Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait 

at the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost 

It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch 

Attracted to our style, this is how we get down 

wit big jewelry and big guns 

We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody 

Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin 

'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin 

M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin 

When my niggaz step in the place 

Damn, you gotta luv it 

It's the real 

Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.