Jadakiss, Mobb Deep - One of Ours Part II lyrics

[Jadakiss, Mobb Deep - One of Ours Part II lyrics]

You know, situation like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give
Back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to
Wipe them thangs off y'know?
Teach 'em a little somethin

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift
But instead it's the four-fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous
When I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you walk with
While my tec spittin at reinforcements
I could never be a victim of
The streets: I endorsed it
Spittin that real
Y'all cowards just coughed it
Like fluids in my lungs
Motherfucker I'm more sick
You turn them hoes off
I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school
Mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club
They all bent
My intent is to sober that ass up
Leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of liquor can offset
Got a little paper, I ain't stressin
They all press ain't sellin records
They come at me for more press
When they realize it's real them
Dudes out coppin more vests
Better learn how to

Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin funny
Show, you motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get, when your feet are touchin
(kid a nigga hungry yeah, he one of ours)

Changes each repeat

P gunna, shots stay a come up
Out them hammers at light speed
Make it a hot summer
In New York, New York - aka Ground Zero
The Big Apple, with the worms in the middle
(eww) the White Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world
I'll show you where I come from
By how the cash stack
And how I make a gun bust
But look past that
And listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert
They dancin on they seats
Shorty mad gettin stained
She damn near about to faint
She never saw a grimy dirty nigga like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain
She tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing
The song that we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain
She tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing
The song that we sing bANG!

My niggas they can't stop us
Everysince we got our hands on
The AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers
All of them is filled to the
Top with the vest poppers
We can get it on with America's Best Coppers
Soon as the lead pop you
Whoever don't make it
To the funeral or wake can
Catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay nigga
With a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper
They say life is short, death is longer
That makes it even harder
To express my hunger
And I don't wanna polly y'all
I'm a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin
To that volleyball
A "Cast Away" I'll blast away
Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get cash today
And even though it's hard
Niggas is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb
Before my niggas starve we'll

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