Quiet Storm [album Version] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

In broad daylight get right. 

Just been through it all man 

Blood sweat and tears 

Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*} 

What the fuck else can happen yo? 

I don't think much more son, word to mother 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. 

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I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines 

I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme 

P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them 

Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them 

Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men 

Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right 

Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike 

You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin 

Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight) 

Now here come the mack 10 

You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language 

What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin 

You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics 

Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it 

You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower 

Rusty shank holder, we live this shit 

Havoc 

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Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) 

Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this 

(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut 

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough 

It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) 

Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this 

(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut 

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough 

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label 

My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables 

Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke 

A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too? 

Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin 

Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin 

Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too 

He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup) 

I used to bust shots crazy 

I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black 

I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left 

And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death 

All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death 

I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right 

wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right 

Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business 

Do things for the kids (the little Dunns) 

Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth 

CBR's and VCR's 

ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please 

Don't make me have to risk my freedom 

We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in 

For real. (yo) 

Havoc 

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*) 

Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this 

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut 

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough 

It go one, two, three to the fourth 

That nigga P-Double got that shit 

for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew 

in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible 

To serve hot plates all across the unified states 

Sit down and sup with top rap reps 

We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent 

You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope do 

Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission 

First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin 

My new edition's way bitchin 

Those that listen, get addicted to my diction 

Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased 

generic rap's just not potent like P's 

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle 

I peel off chest naked on Katanas 

Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred 

Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts 

and verses, but thirst for worse beats 

So I can put, more product out on the street 

Get respect and love, all across the board 

We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more 

I score everytime for sure 

while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil 

(To the real.) 

Havoc 

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*) 

Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this 

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut 

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough 

It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real) 

Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this 

(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut 

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough 

(the real... hip-hop *echoes*)