Mobb Deep - Put ’Em in Their Place lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Put ’Em in Their Place lyrics]
Yeah, yeah payback
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood
Raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib
Manhattan for a backyard skyscraper ladies
They fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York
I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get a quiet spot in the shade
For a grave
I get paid, cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
And I'm so much rich
I got a condo for a piggy bank
So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, cause I'm a pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the OG's like my Pops
If you can't whip they ass
Then niggas get shot (shot, shot)
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Yo, I was raised by the block and new
To the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop
Aged to the front stop
Block party we party, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little
Number from my hottie
Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
Heavy bones on the deuce
Flickin' it up in the mix
Fast forward to '06
Gettin' head in the '06 have a chick
Feelin' like she workin' out
On that Bow-Flex
I'm focused, looked through my lens
See my vision
Surprise myself and came through
Without one spool missin'
From that hallway kissin'
There was room in the Carlton
I can smell it in the air
P in that next room sparkin'
Me, I let that heady flow
Meet me at the tele', ho
You don't do the tele', oh
Fuck it bitch you gotta go
Workin' wit' a lot of dough
And a little bit of time bitch I wanna fuck
I don't wanna know what's on ya mind
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Yeah, I know you can't believe it (WHOO)
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga) , VIP (yeah)
It's our means curtis "Billion
Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head, be mad at that man
He the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on
The block no more
Ya money is old nigga smell that?
That's new money nigga
We filthy rotten rich (yeah)
And we taken advantage (let's do it)
G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep click-clack!
Bah bah bah!
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood
Raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib
Manhattan for a backyard skyscraper ladies
They fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York
I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get a quiet spot in the shade
For a grave
I get paid, cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
And I'm so much rich
I got a condo for a piggy bank
So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, cause I'm a pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the OG's like my Pops
If you can't whip they ass
Then niggas get shot (shot, shot)
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Yo, I was raised by the block and new
To the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop
Aged to the front stop
Block party we party, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little
Number from my hottie
Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
Heavy bones on the deuce
Flickin' it up in the mix
Fast forward to '06
Gettin' head in the '06 have a chick
Feelin' like she workin' out
On that Bow-Flex
I'm focused, looked through my lens
See my vision
Surprise myself and came through
Without one spool missin'
From that hallway kissin'
There was room in the Carlton
I can smell it in the air
P in that next room sparkin'
Me, I let that heady flow
Meet me at the tele', ho
You don't do the tele', oh
Fuck it bitch you gotta go
Workin' wit' a lot of dough
And a little bit of time bitch I wanna fuck
I don't wanna know what's on ya mind
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real
Heavy on the waist so when they wanna move
We put 'em in they place
Yeah, I know you can't believe it (WHOO)
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga) , VIP (yeah)
It's our means curtis "Billion
Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head, be mad at that man
He the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on
The block no more
Ya money is old nigga smell that?
That's new money nigga
We filthy rotten rich (yeah)
And we taken advantage (let's do it)
G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep click-clack!
Bah bah bah!