Mobb Deep - Amerikaz Nightmare lyrics

Yeah, Amerikaz mothafuckin' Nightmare, bitch

They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga
We right here
Live in the flesh with the Tecs
They never scared
Them guns we holding, claustrophobic
We'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare

Dogs, I think smarter, reach harder
Slugs travel much farther
Niggas stomped a Timberland
Wearing face carver
With the box cutter, top gutter
I hover over you lames, run for cover
End in your brain
Yeah, you did your thang but not very good
And by the looks of things
You can't come back to the hood
This is not a good look for you my nigga
Wus really poppin, Inquirin minds wanna know
How you rocking them new guns, we cop those
Invoke, like we bought 'em in Costco's
Don't get yaself murk'd, wet shirt
Said it first, hurry this that red alert
You ain't gotta get buck to
Know that this letter hurt
The sight of my hammer, gotcha heart pumping
Nerves twitching, eyes jumping
Heads will roll
When the pound starts kicking You be missing
Moms will be wearing that yellow ribbon
While I'm somewhere in
The Carribean Islands, chillin nigga


You know we keep them big thangs
That make dead people when we hit brains
It's a wrap for the sequel
Get yo whip spray'd
Tho I rather hit you walkin
Get yo shit shaved
Plus showered up, talkin then we split, hey
Won't catch me gun smokin
Have the cops think
There was drugs that provoke
It while we rollin, hey
Baby girl, I see you, can I get a taste
Of that thang
Heard it's lethal in a good way
Just so you kno I ain't the
One that get yo clit ate
But hope you got a strong back
I'll make yo shit break
You'll be walking like a penguin
For a few days
Yo Bitch, you know we got BIG CASH
Money fallin' out our pockets
Give you whiplash
When we drive past your project
Ain't nobody can stop us
Infamous they can't top us
They want our spot
Yo fall back nigga we got this

I got love for my niggas, love for my niggas
Love for my niggas, got love for my niggas
I bust thugs for my niggas
Thug for my niggas thugs for my niggas
Bust bloods for my niggas

Yo slugs touchin, medics will rush you
Jake dusting for prints, make shift
Morgues made for you pricks
You know shat stay on my hip
You know the hood that I rep
You know we dumpin' them clips
You in the valley of death

Get comfortable nigga
You runnin out of breath (outta breath)
Ya blood is spilling through the
Ceiling of the necks (of the necks)
Floor or have you flood the cement
Outside somewhere on the streets
No longer in the flesh