The Alchemist, Mobb Deep - Try My Hand lyrics

The preacher came into my room and prayed
With me thought I was ill
I'm not here to throw stones at
Anybody, I just tell it, as I know it
That many people- you know
When you're young, a
Lot of people want to play with you
But not many want to pray with you
Pray with you

(I need your love)
I'm the needle in the haystack, stop looking
Be patient
Stop watching when the pot cooking
It's almost done, I get it done
I don't let nothin' linger, I finish them
Two birds with one stone
I just wanna get mines
Don't have me out here
Wilin' with the chrome
I don't got love for 'em
It's no room left for it
Niggas snitching and singing to the
Cops like a chorus all we got is us
It's too late in the
Game for misguided trust it's your fault
They got you in the crib tied up
Burn bridges and now your favors all dried up
Like a drought in the summer
Up go the cold price i don't give a fuck
So I say "Fuck your whole life"
And put the green light on 'em
Take two of these and call
The coroner in the morning

Yo, I can't fuck with these bums
They wanna test my aim and challenge my gun
The devil wanna try my hand
But God got a master plan
Yo, I can't fuck with these niggas
Can't fuck with these- can't
Fuck with these bitches

Be a cold day in Kingston when I ain't dope
The Rastas'll cut they dreads
And worship the Pope
I got the best of all-time verse
My shit quotable
Remarkable rap, I stand out on a tune
Big, big tings a gwaan
You just a crumb on my plate
Blown away if I breathe too hard
You like a comment on IG, nobody cares
Crawl back under that rock
The giants is here for the daughters of men
The Infamous master race of hip-hop legends
If you follow the North Star
It'll lead you up top to
The state of New York
She never heard talk like this
I capture attention
My gab is a gift from God for you to listen
And learn a new language, bitch
I speak truth you don't know what I'm
Saying, you don't understand, do you?
Well, violence is the best translator
Bullets are universal
See now you can relate to a thug

Yo, I can't fuck with these bums
They wanna test my aim and challenge my gun
The devil wanna try my hand
But God got a master plan
Yo, I can't fuck with these niggas
Can't fuck with these- can't
Fuck with these bitches
The devil wanna try my hand
But God got a master plan