Mobb Deep - Solidified lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Solidified lyrics]
Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never
Never as we continue on
With more of this drama for yo' ass
"She asked me why"
You niggas always startin somethin
And beefin with rappers
Why our music so violent
And so dramatic, where's the love?
Why y'all go so much static
Is it real for real or all for sales?
I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick"
We been gettin burned like the Waco kids
I don't need to diss rappers for recognition
You better check the files:
Infamous, Hell on Earth, murda Muzik
You can't be SE-RIOUS
We created this drama shit, we set the trend
We taught you niggas bout diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we choose to earn funds
We veterans, we got a decade of albums
Niggas done came and went
And we still poppin
Our name is carved in stone
Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so
Let us solidify this - what's that?
We been solidified this - but of course!
Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh huh
They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course!
We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man!
Who do it better than us? - c'mon man!
Who continue to bang and bump? That's right
"She asked me why"
I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice
Without the headlights
Case niggas know my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out
I ain't finished with life
I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price
And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice
Put up the crib won't sweat if I lose
Bet your ass won't live
To collect this splurge of mines, never that
I'm a sore loser the , reverse with hammers
Hit your mans up if they press the issue
Some dead, the other half crippled
And I'm a monster with led
Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7
Knowin in the stash box
A rapper's best friend
Get it twisted and you WILL
Get twisted with chrome biscuit's
Make no difference my nigga
We handle business
So please with the questions they right in
Front of your face
Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so
Nigga that you used to click
With turned on you
Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you
Did you really get juxed for
Half a mill' in jewels
At the video shoot? I tell you this boo boo:
My stick-o's still my stick-o
My stick man be my stick
Man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)
You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb?
You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off
Believe nothin that you hear and only
Half of what you see
Niggas never cooked in the kitchen
And never clapped heat
Niggas wanna be thugs but on
The inside so sweet
Niggas butchers on they records
But they never handle beef
Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your PO
Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a CO
Fuckin right
I'm a man of the people but I will kill you
If you cock-blockin the paper the
Shit'll get real dude (so)
Never as we continue on
With more of this drama for yo' ass
"She asked me why"
You niggas always startin somethin
And beefin with rappers
Why our music so violent
And so dramatic, where's the love?
Why y'all go so much static
Is it real for real or all for sales?
I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick"
We been gettin burned like the Waco kids
I don't need to diss rappers for recognition
You better check the files:
Infamous, Hell on Earth, murda Muzik
You can't be SE-RIOUS
We created this drama shit, we set the trend
We taught you niggas bout diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we choose to earn funds
We veterans, we got a decade of albums
Niggas done came and went
And we still poppin
Our name is carved in stone
Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so
Let us solidify this - what's that?
We been solidified this - but of course!
Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh huh
They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course!
We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man!
Who do it better than us? - c'mon man!
Who continue to bang and bump? That's right
"She asked me why"
I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice
Without the headlights
Case niggas know my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out
I ain't finished with life
I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price
And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice
Put up the crib won't sweat if I lose
Bet your ass won't live
To collect this splurge of mines, never that
I'm a sore loser the , reverse with hammers
Hit your mans up if they press the issue
Some dead, the other half crippled
And I'm a monster with led
Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7
Knowin in the stash box
A rapper's best friend
Get it twisted and you WILL
Get twisted with chrome biscuit's
Make no difference my nigga
We handle business
So please with the questions they right in
Front of your face
Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so
Nigga that you used to click
With turned on you
Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you
Did you really get juxed for
Half a mill' in jewels
At the video shoot? I tell you this boo boo:
My stick-o's still my stick-o
My stick man be my stick
Man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)
You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb?
You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off
Believe nothin that you hear and only
Half of what you see
Niggas never cooked in the kitchen
And never clapped heat
Niggas wanna be thugs but on
The inside so sweet
Niggas butchers on they records
But they never handle beef
Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your PO
Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a CO
Fuckin right
I'm a man of the people but I will kill you
If you cock-blockin the paper the
Shit'll get real dude (so)