Mobb Deep, A.C.D., L.E.S. - Street Life lyrics

M-O-B-B D-E-E-P, ACD burn somethin'
Let's get lifted, Queens is you with me?
Niggas' shifty, I turned around
A kid tried to hit me
I back him down with the 50-50
It had to been the thug in me
The Tunnel banging come and get me
The first five hundred bitches free
The kid with the God-U will let
All my gods come through
Live niggas on this side of
The bar, you get smacked, boo
And fucked too, shit on me? Well then
Fuck you
Go on with your high class ass if you want to
Outta state you be suckin' me
Off and breakin' off
Weave bitch thinks she's stallion but
My dick went soft
My Mobb got in lock with Masterlock
You get your locks picked


Run up in your spot, mask and glove shit
Queens niggas involved with thug shit
You get lumped'd
Quick, we in the bathroom thumpin'

To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers
Big money spenders and
The Ebineezer Scroogers
Thugs holdin' fort with the
Sixteen shot Rugers
The CREAM that I redeem will
Bring a Lex and Landcruiser
Dominant chapter, assassin'in the obsolete
And my Mobb comes Deep to put
The wind beneath your feet
My heart's harder than concrete
And nervous streets be walked off beat
But still thugs carry heats
I get deeper than skin
Paragraphs from within
Dear lord, my life is trife
Please forgive me for my sins
My kin stay my kin
Ain't no room for extra friends
One love to my thugs up north in the pens
Be a prophet to raise
Beat my speech on stage
Lyricist renegade, breakin' down barricades
These days are gettin' rough
Another brother handcuffed
Fallen victim to the game
It's like style's corrupt

My crime niggas live the (Street life)
Them Queens niggas livin' (Street life)
My drug niggas livin' (Street life)
My street niggas livin' (Street life)
We thug niggas livin' (Street life)
NYC livin' (Street life)
My Mobb niggas livin' (Street life) what?

For every rhyme I write, reality bites
My clique keeps shit virgin tight
Regulate and know the rule
I gets some insight plus info
Doin' stickups with my kickos
My 44 will burn that ass
Like going raw with nymphos
So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest
Or get your Teflon put
To the motherfuckin' test
Stay bent, but on point, son, you know
Stay on the low, got the back, or no no
When I'm on the dolo, got the God-U-Now
Kid, you wanna get foul
So now I gotta put that ass back on profile
Change your character, you ain't got stamina
Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad at'cha
The Infamous handle business
Gonna make mines forever, son
Kid you heard it through the grapevine

To my royal thug committees and outlaws
That live the life of Frank Nitty
The big city mobster, the? has made the
God unholy, skies forever watch me
The prophecy, another chapter
There's no stoppin' me crime Addiction
My life story is far from fiction
Because at one time
The 44 bullets took the world
Bring sparks and friction
I anaylse this Earth
So I roll with trife characters
The hardest for the world to cap
And shining like a
Full carat diamond with perfect design
Philly's and 9 mili's and
Coupe Bentley's forever reclinin'
To the shoot, physicals in this paradox
The world is hot and my plot
Is to receive grands and yachts
Until then I be a trife individual
Dwellin' in these days
Scorchin' from the D's plus the sun's rays
Dead President dreams and
Million dollar schemes
Killer Queens, the land of CREAM fiends
ACD the world terrorist
Stainless Rugers for the intruders
And my cipher's Infamous
Through New York and worldwide
We penetrate your inside
?Diamond did? drama, son
And 9 clips so prepare for heaven's ride

ACD livin' (Street life)
My ice niggas livin' (Street life)
Them jewel rockin' niggas livin'
(Street life)
Them crack niggas livin' (Street life)
Them coke-sellin' niggas livin'
(Street life)
Word, NYC livin' (Street life)
My man LES livin' (Street life)
The whole Queensbridge livin' (Street life)
Word up son, we're livin' (Street life)

KnowI'msayin? Word up, ACD
Mobb Deep in the motherfuckin' yo yo, uh
Hold me down son (No doubt son)
Back 'em down son (I got'cha back son)