Havoc, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Nyce - Set Me Free lyrics

[Havoc, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Nyce - Set Me Free lyrics]

It's all, ready in motion
You cowards getting laid down
Soundscan looking weak, at a high escape now
Play around, lay around
Niggas getting left out
Dudes trying to steal the kid
Swag like a klepto
Won't be satisfied until I let the tech blow
Ride through your hood, with no problemo
Creeping on you niggas
Don't get caught sueno
Yeah, you know it's nothing for
Me to clap the metal
Mobb etched in stone, we heavy in the ghetto
I've been trying to tell 'em
Way before the label shelved them
Get your weight up first, and then talk to me
You not caked up, your whole team booty
Ya'll done say shit, I react with the toolie
I know your history, you can't fool me
Table for them groupie niggas can't fool me

I'mma keep on banging, til they set me free
I'mma ride til I die, head to the sky
Til he set me free
Still riding on til the Lord give me greens
I'mma ride, homey
Til the Lord give me greens
I'mma ride, homey
Til the Lord give me greens
I'mma ride, homey
Til the Lord give me greens
Two guns up, label me a fucking king

Amen, ain't nothing popping off over there
But your mouth
P the newest shit cracking like
Them niggas down south
H keep making these beats for me to kill
Our studios like a morgue
Cuz songs get bodied
I shoot up your bass, stab up your drums
P keep writing that shit that you could feel
And reach out and touch, cuz this shit real
I pity the fool that ain't hit the Mobb Deep
You niggas is food, we vultures, we gon' eat
We show you how to move in
A room full of lions
Infamous, can't nobody stop our glory
Whoever said they could
They was telling stories
This is not a fable, these our the facts
Prodigy and Havoc leave you
Bleeding on your back
When Prodigy and Havoc come to
Catch a little wreck
I break ya little neck and
Take ya little shine you dumber then a mule
You fucking with some dons
Hav is a don from way beyond
P is a don P, like the Don Perigion
Catch a nigga slipping
Pop bottles when they gone

I see me in a casket
Niggas touching my corpse
Going down in history
As the king of New York
And BK the Unit, we the new Supreme Team
Dream team machines with a
Beam blow ya spleen
Out ya Maskeen jeans, you green fiend
Uh, nothing but cash, is what I'm hearing
Getting money now
So I dump the cannon out the Phantom
Fuck the fan
I keep the strap both sides of my hip
When I'm squeezing
The only time I ghost ride the whip
Dump dump reload, the wrong fire strength
Uh, eyes bloodshot, ride let the sub plot
Die from a blood clot
Try to make this thug stop
My enemies scared and they panicking
Remember me? Leave this nigga
Stiff like a mannequin, homey
It's over, nigga back on the stretcher
AK's and max with the all black oppressor
When a nigga die, bury me with a beretta
So when I get to hell, man, I got a vendetta
And that's how it's going down
It's thug life forever

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