Mobb Deep - The Outcome lyrics

New York lights to city streets
We don't sleep, we gon' eat
Whole team on the same shit as me
H-A-V-O in the place to be
Tell me what you see
Violator motherfuckers, niggas know
Know I handle business
Keep my ducks in a row
Won't catch me out clubbin'
We not partyin' about dough
Fuck all the small talk
That's for little niggas
We talkin' big money, yeah them big figures
Feelin' any kind of way
Then go ahead, steal, nigga
But 'fore you do it eat
Your fuckin' last meal nigga
'Cause it's gon be your last
Meal and that's real nigga
Behind me on the nigga
So what's the deal nigga
Make it happen captain you a Shook One
Bitch when them things blastin'

Fuck what you heard, my mind is on money
Might crack a smile but ain't a thing funny
Caught up in the mix where
Your hands'll get muddy kill son
You ain't gon' take a thing from me
The outcome turn out lovely
But not for you buddy not for you homie
You don't want a problem that's
Not for you homie

Of course nigga, fuck you thought nigga?
Do I look like a quitter?
I don't never give up
My blood'll spill everywhere 'fore
A nigga stop and I still'll be crawlin'
Fightin' to get up
By the sweat of my brow, I came too far
Dirty niggas wanted 2Pac me in the car
Pick me in the truck, 50 me in the van
Rest in peace Strech, nigga, E-Money Bags
I'ma show you how I get down
I'm waitin' on you niggas
You come God, turn satan on you niggas
Caught up in the violence where
My hands get bloody
I might crack a skull and
Find that shit funny
What bitch, fuck money, we get plenty of it
You should be more concerned with
My respect and power
Listen, we tuck niggas in, he's gone
Good night
Give a fuck about pain, that's all our life

Fuck what you heard, my mind is on money
Might crack a smile but ain't a thing funny
Caught up in the mix where
Your hands'll get muddy kill son
You ain't gon' take a thing from me
The outcome turn out lovely
But not for you buddy not for you homie
You don't want a problem that's
Not for you homie