Rakim, Mobb Deep, Big Noyd - Hoodlum lyrics

Sometimes it feels like the
Whole world's against me
But is it the Henny that bent
Me? I be in the zone
Gazin' at the walls, depressed
Iggin' the phone they take it personal
But only a minor few can
Understand what this nigga feelin'
41st 'til I die, motherfucka
(No doubt) I'm still breathin'
You a mutt, son, we full bred
You ain't my dog
Tryin' to infiltrate my clique
Is you? I get wit' you
Handle that on a later note we o'er dose
Every day the death is so close
I'm tryin' to tell these cats
But I let 'em do they thing
Ready for the bad news 'til the phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm in way
Over my head, seekin' revenge, son
Bent, son, on your behalf tryin' to laugh

Check out the drill, dunn, conceal guns
Play the hum for real, son's leanin' back
Checkin' out the action
On the benches, we drinkin' Xs
Yo, twirl dat shit
While I spark this chocolate
Burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz 'cause it's time
To bring the biz to kids
And blow all hell fire out ya empire
Your livest wire couldn't make my
Mobb expire or retire
I'm lettin' off 'til my arms tire
I sit quiet wit' my head full of riot
Our buyers, it's clear for your ear to hear
I declared only live niggas rap this year
'96 - I lost my dun, '97 - It got worse
Fuck it
Somebody out the team gotta get murked
And sat down
You play the background when shots sound off
Flashin' back on how my mans is gone
KB forever in my memory
I spill some Henny then I keep it movin'

Yo, do our thing, hold it down, we got this
Lockin' this ain't nobody stoppin' this
Rakim and Infamous
Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt
Crash the boards and you don't really wanna
Go against the source

Surprise, open your eyes, peep the foulness
The wildness
It's bugged, niggas thugs in the projects
You holiday thugs
Ease up, all that illin' and grillin'
Get ya melon lit up
Y'all niggas is butt, you want
Me? I'm right in QB, what?
Where you find me at
Sippin' Cognac from a cup
With my heat next to my nuts
Never afraid to pull it and bust
Slug rushes to your head like dust
But that wasn't enough
This one was kind of tough, he squeezed back
Better believe he no longer breathe, black
Fuckin' with these Queens cats
I got dreams raisin' my little queen
And nobody gonna stop that
In fact, black, if you come at me
Don't come sloppy
All my baby girl got is a papi
To guide her through this world of hatred
And I'd die to see that she make it
And die to let the next man
Take it? Is you stupid?

Verse 4: Rakim yo, you wanna come test? Son
It's massive stress
Penalties of death, pay your last respects
We harass your rep if you slept or half-step
We adapt to see what we can master next
After sex, pass the bless for after effects
Relax the stress
Do math and set mad connects
Cash the check, to get assets we blast TECs
Dealin' with the mental aspects of chess
So retreat your troops
If you dunns come to shoot
Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep 'em leery of the
Deadly '7 MC' theory soon as they hear me
I release "Lyrics of Fury"
And quick to say a poem
That ricochet in your dome
My clique made me leave
The nickel-plated at home
So I can get the cheddar
And be the better trendsetter
The 18th Letter forever, what!

Do our thing, hold it down, we got this
Lockin' this ain't nobody stoppin' this
Rakim and Infamous
Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt
Crash the boards and you don't really wanna
Go against the source