Chinky, Mobb Deep - Reach lyrics

[Chinky, Mobb Deep - Reach lyrics]

Yo, however do u 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 ninety-five
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 pot down slow
But assuringly, spoon feeding these
Starvin' ass heads catchin' shakes
Feenishly
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

My kind of dunns'll be the
Ones that'll clap at you
Yeah, that's how it's going down
So what's the drill now, do it
We'll reach out and touch
Anyone tryna act brand-new
Don't even go that route
Throw on your running shoes and make moves

Yo, for my QBC duns, it’s all real
We 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 where we blow and
Don’t let nobody know
Theres snakes in the grass, you
Gotta watch where you movin', 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 'Til 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' laugh at
Son, you know we passed that
Get 'em outta here
'cause you could have that

Four pounds, stumbled off grounds
Fire off many a rounds
I heard return fire 3% of the time
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' thump
We keep the house dope like piefienies
We twist and pop Henny, gettin'
Wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin' macks fully
Now they bandin', court rehanded
And got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub 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 to drilling 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
Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin' about how I'mma tip
They ass up out the basket
Belligerent glass heads, I’m bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his action
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

You wanna take the chance
I see it on your face
Do you think dunn hold it down son?
Boy don't be afraid you made a sudden move
And my crew backed yours right down
41st side got the got the answer
We the most Infamous Mobb around
The heat goes up, the heat dies down
It's hot like Hell On Earth over
Here on this side of town
QBC in it, be in it
The jakes ride up, the D's just bounce
And in between we gotta get to
Screamin' at fiends all around
My money y'all, word up, word up

And my kind of dunns'll be the
Ones that'll clap at you
Blastin' at you son, what up?
We'll reach out and touch
Anyone tryna act brand-new
Get splashed too, what, what
And my kind of dunns'll be the
Ones that'll clap at you

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