Mobb Deep - It’s Over lyrics
[Mobb Deep - It’s Over lyrics]
Yeah uh huh
Y'all niggas ain't ready to die
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo
You could catch P laid back
In triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin position
Probably spot me
Steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P fixin his pants
It's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains
But can't stick him
Cause they know I shoot niggas
Like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events
Y'know we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar
We was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all types of shit
Keeps me where I wanna be
Don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my
Niggas is with this
And check how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggas study our verse like college kids
(word)
We know you love our style, get off our dick
(Yeah that's right, uh huh)
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
And be amongst the thugs that
Do this for real
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
And do it like P, but mad shit missin
Y'all niggas is pussy
And ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip
Reload and continue if not anything else the
Four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand
(uh huh) dead you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a
Damn what you been through
It's a cold cold world
My whole life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold
(nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your nose in
Things don't concern you
This grown man business
Y'all niggas so childish i'm in the cut
Analyzin while you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark
And I'mma clap my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the shit
I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too close
Or I might think you schemin on me
I'm cockin the toast
The game cutthroat so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl
Don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah that's right, uh huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready to die
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo
You could catch P laid back
In triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin position
Probably spot me
Steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P fixin his pants
It's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains
But can't stick him
Cause they know I shoot niggas
Like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events
Y'know we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar
We was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all types of shit
Keeps me where I wanna be
Don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my
Niggas is with this
And check how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggas study our verse like college kids
(word)
We know you love our style, get off our dick
(Yeah that's right, uh huh)
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
And be amongst the thugs that
Do this for real
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
And do it like P, but mad shit missin
Y'all niggas is pussy
And ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip
Reload and continue if not anything else the
Four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand
(uh huh) dead you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a
Damn what you been through
It's a cold cold world
My whole life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold
(nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your nose in
Things don't concern you
This grown man business
Y'all niggas so childish i'm in the cut
Analyzin while you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark
And I'mma clap my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the shit
I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too close
Or I might think you schemin on me
I'm cockin the toast
The game cutthroat so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl
Don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah that's right, uh huh)