Prodigy of Mobb Deep - H.N.I.C lyrics
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep - H.N.I.C lyrics]
Yo, it gets no better than this
It's the hottest shit on the street
It move unit's like Shania Twain
On a Mobb beat the solar system stand still
Gods listen when I speak the
World pay attention it's
Capital P, niggas rather hang up
Ya niggas know my handle
Talkin' like a straight thug
Dunn, I catch you while
You shoppin' for kicks
Suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and
Oh from now on, call me Columbo
'Cause I come through wrinkled up
Think I give a fuck?
Look at my chain, look at my anklet
But are you listenin' to the words
Man? My shit bang kid
Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend
You get the dick that's basically it
These rap niggas think I'm
Talkin' bout them, nigga please
You ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead
I be the HNIC the head nigga in charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The HNIC the Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this
We pop bottles, celebrate your death
Blow a kiss
At your widow bitch, wish pain on your kids
Piss on your casket, kick
Ya tombstone and shit, dog
And I ain't even that foul type a dude
But all's fair in love and war
It's whatcha hand called for
Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
But fuck it, they could get it too
Simple as you and I be God damned if they
Put they hands on me
Money brings power and puts guns in parties
Sends niggas on Amtrak with
Those for your body
It pays for thirty plane tickets
If we got beef, huh
Hardly, you all know what that is
I grew up in the hoods and the
Projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
Teenage killers with Mack-10s
Best friends cut each other's throat and
Twist they own fan backwards
Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit
Album sold out keeps me far
From the big house
The hand guns from that bigger house
'Cause ain't nobody cuttin for me to
Enforce to hold it down like
The HNIC the Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large the HNIC
The Head Nigga in Charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
It's the hottest shit on the street
It move unit's like Shania Twain
On a Mobb beat the solar system stand still
Gods listen when I speak the
World pay attention it's
Capital P, niggas rather hang up
Ya niggas know my handle
Talkin' like a straight thug
Dunn, I catch you while
You shoppin' for kicks
Suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and
Oh from now on, call me Columbo
'Cause I come through wrinkled up
Think I give a fuck?
Look at my chain, look at my anklet
But are you listenin' to the words
Man? My shit bang kid
Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend
You get the dick that's basically it
These rap niggas think I'm
Talkin' bout them, nigga please
You ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead
I be the HNIC the head nigga in charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The HNIC the Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this
We pop bottles, celebrate your death
Blow a kiss
At your widow bitch, wish pain on your kids
Piss on your casket, kick
Ya tombstone and shit, dog
And I ain't even that foul type a dude
But all's fair in love and war
It's whatcha hand called for
Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
But fuck it, they could get it too
Simple as you and I be God damned if they
Put they hands on me
Money brings power and puts guns in parties
Sends niggas on Amtrak with
Those for your body
It pays for thirty plane tickets
If we got beef, huh
Hardly, you all know what that is
I grew up in the hoods and the
Projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
Teenage killers with Mack-10s
Best friends cut each other's throat and
Twist they own fan backwards
Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit
Album sold out keeps me far
From the big house
The hand guns from that bigger house
'Cause ain't nobody cuttin for me to
Enforce to hold it down like
The HNIC the Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large the HNIC
The Head Nigga in Charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb