The Alchemist, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Keak da Sneak - That Go (Remix) lyrics

Yeah Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah nigga yeah, yeah
Laid up
Laid up Infamous nigga it's going down
Keak Da Sneak, Uh-Huh "P"
(Prodigy) , Yeah "ALC" (Alchemist)
What up What up With It?

Mozart, Mozart, Mozart
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Keep the paper, write on it
And never wait a minute
That money clicks, all the honey dips
Wanna ride in the whips, they slide heavily
Slippery hoes you na that go
Slimy na mean fo sho? Ha ha haha, "P"
(Prodigy) for president with pistols that
Pop all that missle shit
All that pussy, pussy I get all the nucci
I get all the coochie in
The middle of the poochie
They got hella booty and heavily faced make
A few down every time a blank
It's really a small thing, I don't try hard
I just kick it back and play my part
Never see the bright side
We only see the dark
So I'm ready for whatever it
Is you want more
More, more, more, more, more, more, more
More

That shit go that go, that go, that go, that
Go, that go, that go, that go
Na Mean Fo Sho? That shit go
That go, that go, that go, that
Go, that go, that go, that go
Yadamean you know?
That go, that go, that go, that
Go, that go, that go, that go

I said lean wit it, rock, walk, and pop, lock
Get low, go get go dumb, don't stop
Going like rushing out traffic
In the fast track in the car pool lane with
Something like three times black
And there ain't no coming
Back Granddaddy hittin
Hard balls like Barry Bond's bat
Goin gone, finding something for the feet
Running with a fourth counting
The bay slappin' the trunk for me
Game savior I cut you with a
Shavor weather honey racks never behave
Only catching my own neighbors
Still from the street to the
Beat watching this getting
And you ain't gotta tell
Me what I'm getting
Bbbbbay on the road again
This my fourth album
All that other shit scraped and done
Scraped and done
Dipped up put back in your mouth Brand new
Media rep smoking more more in and out
Yadada talkin' bout
(know what I'm talking bout)
If you didn't neezle
It's all n the dizzle so hit the
Geezle heezle heezle geezle fo' sheezle

Yo, eh I'm off the chain na dawgy
I break the cable
I'm mentally retarded straight disabled
I eat off the budget and rape the labels
DJ spinning records oh I break the tables
Pull a plug on them na dawgy
I put the thug on them
Put lumps on them throw punches
Without the gloves on them
I run on them roll up and
Pop the trunk on them
I stun on the, shit on them and dunk on them
They can't carry the weight I
Drop a ton on them i set it off yeah
I'm dropping the one on them
I'm straight cash you can put
The funds on them i guns on them na dawgy
I bang the drums on them
It's like we throwin' off
The lights is out, the
Phone is off I'm going
Off, I'm pulling off, hitting them off
We rollin' off I'm peeling
Off, killing them off, i break them off that