Mobb Deep - World War III lyrics
[Mobb Deep - World War III lyrics]
Yo, I rose early mornin'
Spread my wings yawnin'
Vague memory of last night
Now it's all dawnin'
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained up my Guess formers
Kevlar'd enormous
I hopped up outta my bed holdin' my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl
Three men fall bullets flew I had to drug
My man behind a wall left a wet trail
Delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made
My man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice
Thugs or the cowardly type?
For every rhyme I write
Recites every day life
Queensbridge streets at night even more trife
Hold me down son, never let sleep
Danger lurk
Niggas creep, doing they dirt never in peace
By my self foreverly bent
Pores leaking with the foul liquor scent
Losing track of loot I spent
But ain't no time for that
It's '96 get on point like
A motherfucker similar to pyramids
You listening? Eh yo, it's on like that
You know the saying: Once you
Bust gat no turning back pop you
Till they drop and it
There ain't no stopping
Hit em up, fill them with the slug toxin
Eyes in back of my head steadily watching
Pass the heat to the clique
Assist like John Stockton
And let the Mobb take you to the hoop
We coming straight up the middle
End one no doubt true
I kick reality shit that you could
Feel like you're holding it
Grab a hold of this grip tight
Like it's your last bit
Futuristic, high tech computer chip lyric
It's beyond the year 2000
Some dominant, confident niggas is conquering
Overminding, my Mobb done did it again
Vertical raps straight up and down
My wolf pack 'll go at the
Whole globe attack the map
Ambassador P, with strengthly
Strip your sleeve of your stripes
You're branded for the rest of your life
Now you can sit back and cherish
The time that we spent
A foul memory of timb boots
Rights and lefts and razors
Your face get open from BI
Maniac niggas get clapped and sent to triage
The story of my life, crew got shot
Stabbed with knife
Make a weapon out of anything
And take your life
Violence follow me like the
Bitch from Fatal Attraction
It seems I attract drama so action
Let's begin World War I I I
Mobb Deep, Infamous Mobb, Rapper Noyd, QBC
My crew immune to this shit
Mega guns fight every night
Faggot ass niggas is dykes, nigga, word up
Spread my wings yawnin'
Vague memory of last night
Now it's all dawnin'
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained up my Guess formers
Kevlar'd enormous
I hopped up outta my bed holdin' my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl
Three men fall bullets flew I had to drug
My man behind a wall left a wet trail
Delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made
My man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice
Thugs or the cowardly type?
For every rhyme I write
Recites every day life
Queensbridge streets at night even more trife
Hold me down son, never let sleep
Danger lurk
Niggas creep, doing they dirt never in peace
By my self foreverly bent
Pores leaking with the foul liquor scent
Losing track of loot I spent
But ain't no time for that
It's '96 get on point like
A motherfucker similar to pyramids
You listening? Eh yo, it's on like that
You know the saying: Once you
Bust gat no turning back pop you
Till they drop and it
There ain't no stopping
Hit em up, fill them with the slug toxin
Eyes in back of my head steadily watching
Pass the heat to the clique
Assist like John Stockton
And let the Mobb take you to the hoop
We coming straight up the middle
End one no doubt true
I kick reality shit that you could
Feel like you're holding it
Grab a hold of this grip tight
Like it's your last bit
Futuristic, high tech computer chip lyric
It's beyond the year 2000
Some dominant, confident niggas is conquering
Overminding, my Mobb done did it again
Vertical raps straight up and down
My wolf pack 'll go at the
Whole globe attack the map
Ambassador P, with strengthly
Strip your sleeve of your stripes
You're branded for the rest of your life
Now you can sit back and cherish
The time that we spent
A foul memory of timb boots
Rights and lefts and razors
Your face get open from BI
Maniac niggas get clapped and sent to triage
The story of my life, crew got shot
Stabbed with knife
Make a weapon out of anything
And take your life
Violence follow me like the
Bitch from Fatal Attraction
It seems I attract drama so action
Let's begin World War I I I
Mobb Deep, Infamous Mobb, Rapper Noyd, QBC
My crew immune to this shit
Mega guns fight every night
Faggot ass niggas is dykes, nigga, word up