Street Life Lyrics - Mobb Deep

NYC, word up 

Verse 1: Prodigy, A.C.D. 

M-O-B-B D-E-E-P, A.C.D. burn sometin 

Let's get lifted, Queens is you wit me 

Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me 

I back him down wit the 50-50 

It had to been the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me 

The first five hundred bitches free 

He kid with the god jewel and let all my gods come thru 

Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo 

and fucked too, shit on me? Well then, fuck you 

Gone wit your high class ass if you want to 

Outta state you be suckin me off and breakin off 

Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft 

My Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock, het getcha locks picked 

Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove shit 

Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumpded 

Crank, we in the bathroom thumpin 

Related 

Match These Taylor Swift Songs to Her Ex-Boyfriends 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers 

Big money spenders and the Ebineezer Scroogers 

Thugs holdin fort wit the sixteen shot Rugers 

The CREAM that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser 

Dominant chapter, assassinin' the obsolete 

and my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet 

My heart's harder than concrete, and nervous streets 

be walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats 

I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within 

Dear lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins 

My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra friends 

One love to my thugs up north in the pens 

Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage 

Nemesis renegade, breakin down barricades 

These days are gettin rough, 'nother brother handcuffed 

Fallen victim to the gameis like style's corrupt 

Chorus: 

Photos 

My crime niggas livin - street life 

Them Queen niggas livin - street life 

My drug niggas livin - street life 

My street niggas livin - street life 

You thug niggas livin - street life 

NYC livin - street life 

My Mobb niggas livin - street life 

What? 

Verse 2: Havoc, A.C.D. 

For every rhyme I write, reality bites 

My clique keeps shit rolled too tight 

Regulate and know the rule 

I gets some insight plus info, do stickers with my kickos 

My .44 will burn that ass like goin raw with nymphos 

So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest 

or get your teflon put to the motherfuckin test 

State pen put on points, son you know 

Stay on the low, got the back, oh-no-no 

When I'm on a dough blow, got ta guard you now 

Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on profile 

Change your character, you ain't got stamina 

Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad at'cha 

The Infamous handle business, gonna make mines 

forever, son, kid you heard it thru the grapevine 

To my royal thug commitees and outlaws that live the life of Frank Nitty 

The big city mobster, the C-to-D? has made the 

god unholy, skies forever watch me 

The prophecy, another chapter, there's no stoppin me 

Propagation, my life story is far from fiction 

cos at one time, the .44 bullets took the world, bring sparks and friction 

I anaylse this 'erb so I roll with trife characters 

The hardest for the world to cap, and shiner like a 

full carat diamond with perfect designin 

Philly's and 9 mili's and Coupe De Villey's forever reclinin 

To the shoot, physicals in this paradox 

The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts 

Until then I be a trife individual, dwellin in these days 

Scorch from the deeez plus the sun's rays 

Dead President dreams and million dollar schemes 

Killer Queens, the land of CREAM fiends 

A.C.D. the world terrorist 

Stainless Rugers for the intruders and my cipher's Infamous 

Thru New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside 

*? Diamond did?* drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven's ride 

Chorus: 

A.C.D. livin - street life 

My ice niggas livin - street life 

Them jewel rockin niggas livin - street life 

Them crack niggas livin - street life 

Them coke-sellin niggas livin - street life 

Word, NYC livin - street life 

My man L.E.S. livin - street life 

The whole Queensbridge livin - street life 

Word up son, we're livin - street life 

KnowI'msayin? Word up, A.C.D., Mobb Deep in the motherfuckin... 

Yo yo, uhhh 

Hold me down, son (No doubt, son) 

Back em down, son (I got'cha back, son)