Lloyd Banks, Mobb Deep - Stole Something lyrics

You can get with this
Or you can get with that
I don't got to tell you, ho
You know I got that crack
Three for the price of one
You know I have you comin' back
You can have me a PO absolute
And it's a wrap
It's a fact, niggas know, fuck with us
You gettin' clapped
No I won't, say your name
Cause it just put you on the map
And I ain't, into lettin' niggas eat
No never that
Shorty love the way I swing my game
I got a better bat
Know I'm lethal with this
Rap shit, c'mon baby, holla back
Cut that juggler, you bleedin'
No there ain't no stoppin' that
I don't sleep, my eyes open


Maybe a good powernap spit a verse
Then I eventually watch the cheddar stack
I'm shittin' on niggas
Shittin' like I took Ex-Lax
This a standin' ovation for homie
With a Tek clap
F that, we takin' over baby
And that's that
Catch me fuckin' with a bitch
That can't stand rap

I get at niggas like they stole from me
Stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money
No money
There go police, shorty just hold for me
Hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me
O for me
I get at niggas like they stole from me
Stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money
No money
There go police, shorty just hold for me
Hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me
O for me

Gunpowder resi' on the sleeve of my Pelle
I had to burn my leather, and toss My Buddy
Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly
I had to cut the ringer
Like "Fuck e'rybody"
Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali
Lay low for a month or so, gettin' very
High, where I'm goin' it gets
My mind of the bones
Back on the East Coast I bury
Now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry
This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin'
If you let it
So niggas started grillin' me like they
Was gon' take my things
So I assumed I had to set it
Now it's blood splashed all on
The ice in my jewellery
They don't know who did it
Cause I did it smoothly
Take my ass back to Queens
It's not like I look for trouble
It seems trouble always finds me, damn

I get at niggas like they stole from me
Stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money
No money
There go police, shorty just hold for me
Hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me
O for me
I get at niggas like they stole from me
Stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money
No money
There go police, shorty just hold for me
Hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me
O for me

Look, I got tons of old beef
And a brand new forty
A hardcore groupie that would take
A bullet for me a high-priced lawyer
Just in case a nigga snap
And can't take a joke
And pop a nigga over rap
A horrible splatter in a matter of a second
Dead over a record
Shit he sound like he meant it
My crew greater
Yeah I'm talkin' to you hater
I'm too major, two-tone blue gator
New blazer, big gun, little razor
So raise up
That ain't how your momma raised ya
They wire tappin' to hear somethin'
They ear-hustlin' they won't bust him
Why they came in and handcuffed him
It's nothin'
There's more 'mati's at the spot
One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop
I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot
Stashbox with the nine magnum with a wop
(nigga)

I get at niggas like they stole from me
Stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money
No money
There go police, shorty just hold for me
Hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me
O for me
I get at niggas like they stole from me
Stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money
No money
There go police, shorty just hold for me
Hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me
O for me