Nas, Mobb Deep - It’s Mine lyrics

Yeah yeah (hahahaha) uh huh, yeah yeah
(HAH hahahaha) Huh yo, you know it
Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
(Ha ha haha) Infamous two thousand
(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)
(AHHH hahahaha) (hahaha) (HAH haha)

Yo straight thugs on this side - it's
Do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill takin'
They last breath
Read your last rites - God, forgive me
For the sin I'm about to
Commit - takin' a life kill or be killed
Rather that than somebody else
Readin' my will - you feel what I feel
You know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed
One in the head hearin' noises, dead tired
Eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed eyelids
Some say it's strange
Sometimes that's how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle
Niggas love to see when
Niggas slippin' off point
On the strength they bet scopin' your ice
Appraisin' it like the
Diamond District Jeweler
With they hand on the biscuit
Do ya, wanna get caught lifted or sober
So you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if
I caught you fuckin my wife
On my thousand dollar mattress
It's the world that I live in, QB made me
A moms that loved me and
A pops that raised me

Y'all need to give it up
We don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up cause
We don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want thug, life, is, mine

I got the style of a stillborn child
I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork
Make sure he's done well
(Very very) The streets raised me crazy
Now I'm immune to it
So when they start shootin'
We don't stop the music
Keep it movin' that's how we do it
(c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Been through more drama than the Baldwins
You still crawlin (still crawlin')
Apply street rules to the office
High performance
Rap author, made millions off of - melodic
Hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience
And touch your emotions
(You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
Escort niggas to they grave
Relate to the projects we the black Mobb
It gets deeper than rap music
(Don't get no realer than this)
It's more real than any words I can muster
Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (what?)
Hop out them shit's like what?
Y'all niggas can't touch us

Y'all need to give it up
We don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up cause
We don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want thug, life, is, mine

Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at
The Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink
Gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin'
Out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin', gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance
Cameras flashin'
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
'Cause today goes either way -
We came a long way
From hallway steps and hand-me down shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side
NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow
I can't talk around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, spark one
I'm God son
NAStradamus, last one to blast one
When the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat
Comin' and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased
Learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards
You past it cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral
And no casket

Y'all need to give it up
We don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up cause
We don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want thug, life, is, mine

Thug, life, is, mine thug, life, is, mine
Thug, life, is, mine
Uhh, thug, life, is, mine ill Will
You need to give it up we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up
We don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want thug, life, is, mine