Mobb Deep - Rare Species (Modus Operandi) lyrics

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Yo, however do you want
However do you need P
My Mobb bring it back to life
Back to reality
You walk a fine line playin' wit mine
The greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in '95
Wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock
Holdin' the cot down slow
But assuringly, spoon feeding these
Starvin' ass heads catchin' shakes
Fiendishly
I ball in this, word assortin' this
Probably recording this
Of course kids keepin' they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed
Passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit intent
To kick that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh

Yo, we the men for the operation
You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style
Rare species catch us on your block or
On your wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to overseas from over there
It's right back to the beats
Longevity and all the great-grandseeds eat

Yo, for my QBC duns
It's all real hold it down you bust yours
We bust ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while I
Handle the Henny thinkin'
You never catch me sleepin'
Stay on top of this properly
I know they watchin me
If not they probably waitin' for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the remedy
Let 'em get a little cold
Let 'em smell the tree smoke
Hit 'em with a blow and let nobody know
The snakes in the grass
You gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded
Don't ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it
The only way to live
If you really think about it
Every move is humble wit precision
Careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same vision
41st till I dearly depart
Till then I'll be somewhere gettin'
Bent up in a den sippin' gin
While you shook cats just
Pretend to be something
That your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal
I ain't even feelin' you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact
That you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that
Get 'em outta here, cuz you could have that

Four pounds, stumbled off grounds
Fire off many a rounds
I heard return fire 3% of the times
Your dogs was wives actin like girls
Get feminine when handlin' guns
You could run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one
We rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight's thump
We keep the house dope like
We twist and pop Henny, gettin
Wet on the daily, and
Peers get jimmy, turnin' macks fully
Now they banded, court red
Handed and got remanded, fought
A one to three for VOPin' in CCV
And send me on a to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree
Or tobacco leaf
Or wait until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I
Seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send
Your ass straight to trauma
These kids started grillin' like
They ready and willing
I gave 'em exactly no
Time to switch feelings
Pulled out, told my man, "look out"
Commit's to warfare
And rock these to sleep like this here
'72 like as if I was back on the tear
Hours of thinkin' about how I'mma tear
They ass up out the basket
Belligerent glass heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his action
But class now is in session, "Soldiers boys
Today's aim is: Never show your
Heat and don't flame it"
You playin' life
Wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all karma and laws
What, speed on and get peed on

Yo, we the men for the operation
You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style
Rare species catch us on your block or
On your wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to overseas from over there
It's right back to the beats
Longevity and all the great-grandseeds eat