Mobb Deep - Live Foul lyrics

Shit, yeah yo, son
No fucking doubt, baby yeah, yeah, yeah
It's real, it's real
It's real, it's real
Yeah, let them niggas know yeah
Say QB

Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
Is it because I live foul?
Shorty like blue piece coming
(I got bitches all on my back)
(I got niggas all in my face)
(It get serious it ain't no game)
(So I got to keep that thing on my waist)

Which part of "no games"
Niggas don't understand
You're dealing with
One-dead-serious-black man
Whose first resort's to squeeze
Second thought to breath
Love this freedom so you know how I be
And why these niggas want to pull me in?
I ask myself that same question
Over and over again
It's a small world my girl
I'm smashing a friend
Ain't no love lost might as
Well join the fuck in
I've been telling niggas how my gangster get
You can trace it all the
Way back to The Infamous
When niggas out now was on infamil
Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield
Wrecking my first wheel they
Was barely bulking
Now this dun language is the
Motivation of their talking
A hate in my blood you won't find one drop
But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped

Yo, dun what up? scream at your dog
These niggas been wilding since
Niggas been gone
Fake niggas stunt like their
Really that strong
You really that bitch nigga, pussy, thongs
P' that nigga that'll break your jaw
You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for sure
You get cut, bucked and left for dead
We get fucked, sucked and extra bead
Partying with the ladies is crazy dic
Make you want to have babies and eat the fish
You won't feel safe in the same place as us
We make niggas want to stay far away from us
We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us
Want to see a nigga live and be safe as such
We back with more of that Murda Muzik, bitch
My gun'll bang on a nigga
That confuse the shit

That thing is closer than blood
And thicker than water
(You niggas is like fleas and
The guns pluck 'em off, dun)
Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch
(Then we mobb out with
The sixes looking sickening)
That's when beautiful whip we
Tearing the streets up
(We got the big stash box so
We can fit the street-sweeper)
My duns keep it at any time it's nothing
(You run around like you got
A pass or something)