Mobb Deep, Big Noyd - Give Up the Goods (Just Step) lyrics

A yo, Queens get the money, long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle
Where the guns go blast!
The fool retaliated, so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first
He pull out his heat last
Now, who the fuck you think
Is livin' to this day?
I'm tryna tell these young
Niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said
"Queens niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid
Stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive
In New York state
But can't stop 'til I'm eatin'
Off a platinum plate
Po-po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
'Cause havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to have
No money to live with i pause, step back
Look at my life as a whole ain't no love
It seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia
P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, plus a cellular
Yo, Big Noyd!
(What up, cousin?) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas
Tryna shorten my rope

Yo, it's the R-A double-P-E-R N-O-Y-D
Niggas can't fuck with me!
Comin' straight outta QB
Pushin' the Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
Come and test me trust me
Nigga can't touch me if he snuffed me
So bust me, you're gonna have to
'cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it, I'm gettin' on wit' it
And I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin'
Dead and gone wit' it
'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor don't make me buck ya
'cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know I flow, you know my steelo
Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie
Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me
To the Island, and if I start wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around with
The nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I escaped, see
Back to Queens, pumpin' the fiends
Makin' more cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya
Pull out my fo'-fo' and bust ya!

Yo, ain't no time for fakin' jacks
'Cause brothers that fake jacks get
Laid on they backs the streets is real
Can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin'
Don't try to find a job, son
It's all about robbin'
So don't be alarmed when we come through
We supposed to, if you opposed
To, get your face blown, dude
Off the map, 'cause I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth
So I act like that drug dealin'
Only mess with shorties that's appealin'
I'm frontin' on the world
Once I start 4-wheelin'
'Cause back on the 41st Side, we do it right
Sippin' E&J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who that? I never seen
Him in my whole life
Step to his business 'cause it's only right
Po-po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated, so I hit the ground
My life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown
Ass nigga that ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest
Now he's layin' man down
Jetted up from under the benches
I started hearin' sirens
I stopped firin', to cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the crib piece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep
Out the window, called my son, "Yo, son
We got beef!" but no question
Money had a problem so I solved him

I got my mind on a stick-up
Now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air
Ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours or get laid!
Give up the goods or get sprayed!

I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them outta-town niggas know
What time it is
And if they don't, they need to buy a watch
Word up caught up in the crossfire
Get theyself hurt up
While I be sippin' gin straight
In a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th Street
My whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real
But you nameless first of all, slow down
You on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and
Show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nothin' to play with
No jokes, no games, kid
For years, I been doin' the same shit
Just, drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up kids!