Method Man, Mobb Deep - Extortion lyrics

[Method Man, Mobb Deep - Extortion lyrics]

Yeah time to let these niggas know, son
Niggas don't even wanna
Motherfuckin' understand
Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit
'em with the third degree
H-A-V-O-C, namedrop a G yo

Look into the eyes, true lies
Your whole clique despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick 'cause
She's burnin' third degree
Plus you snitchin'
You ain't got no ties to me
I keep it strong
While you scream word is bond
Lyin' through your teeth
Swearin' on your first born
Your word is weak
Don’t hold no weight in this
Hit you up quick
Strictly shit that I'm livin' in
You walk a line that's
Thin, you religious? Well, you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, Infamous to the end
Prodigy

I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face
So set sail or rock it
And kept drivin', pull off like the Indy 5G
In a four-time Ford truck with speed
Like the motion picture
This nigga gone with the wind
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it
The jakes from tracin' (What?)
Anythin' that lead to the source
You know the boss of the Mobb killin'
Is like an unsolved mystery
Puzzlin', nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me
I frequently have to get doubly
Never fails, it's always somethin'
No rest, daily, gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man, yeah, your MVP
He played the front line
Got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag
You hear the sound as it slaps wind
Heavy load, my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live
You think not? My crew
Kings of New York who takin' your spot
I put the green light on your whole clique
Island shit
Runnin' through the whole house wildin'
Extortin' it

Extortion (Give that up, yo)
Extortion (Give that up)

Extortion is the key
I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune
Dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb
Can't take it? Then divorce it
'Cause I ain't got no time
For them domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog
Don't got a clique? Then recruit
You're weak, troop
Lost battalion in the mist
On your name, I shit, take it like a man
You little bitch

I blaze your britches, PLO extortion
You forcin' the hand that rocks the cradle
Caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer
Carry thirty-six deadly shit's
You fuckin' with top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust
Rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me? Burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar, motherfuckers
You ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee' and the rap
How it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets, bag the
Goods like a grocery, we food shoppin'
On top of that we hip-hoppin'
And don't stoppin'
Out-of-state drawers droppin'
The panty raiders slide on ya like gators
Dug that stank bitch back out
And then played her (Bitch)
But that ain't nothin'
Crossin' this dog walkin'
Native New Yorkin'
Shaolin' slang talkin', rap nigga
Mr freeze, crowd shiver, what?
Young, Black and don't give a fuck
If the next crew get the scissor
Extortion (Give me mine)
Extortion (Give me mine)
Give that up, kid, extortion
Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do?
You eyin' me at the same
Time I'm eyin' you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps
Chew on that shit

Punk faggot (Word up)
Burn that ass like a book of matches
Yeah, that's just about it bitch-ass
Under pressure like fat bitches

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