The Alchemist, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - You Got It lyrics

Yo, yo, Al, hold up, son
Go into the file, son
The Chemistry Files, son, you know’mean?
The secret, top secret files
Pull out some exclusives, son

Let me drop this gangsta shit
On ‘em right quick, man

Yo, freestyle
New York style for DJ’s and listeners
Y’all got somethin’ to turn up now
This one you gotta bring
Back and request back
For my people in the Tri-State
Part of the map
This represents you but the other
Parts feel the same too
So we gotta spread love to the youth
We pop bub for them, pop Henny for the crew
Shoot a lead slab in you


For speaking out the roof
Of your head, that was a bright idea
But when your light bulb got popped
How that feel?
These niggas is freakin’ twerps
They could never match my wit
And match my work
Not to mention the paper or
The jewels I work with but that don’t count
We had those when we was kids
Shorty pose with they tit's and
They puss’ for the film
Few fat bitches upset ‘cause I
Ain’t wanna drill ‘em
Listen, this is what life sound like
On the streets where I’m from
This what death sound like
We strictly the theme song or the anthem
Dunn
You can’t do what we do, this is sacred to us

Bitch ass niggas keep poppin’ shit (What up?)
They give me the screwface and flash weapons
But all that change when I start squeezin’
They like, "A’ight, stop, chill, please
You got it"
The bad girls come dressed to impress
Niggas like me ‘cause they want the best
I start on the dancefloor then
Get ‘em in the bed
They like, "Don’t stop, nigga, that’s it
You got it"

Freestyle, hood style for
Little block radios
Where that work movin’ out
It’s motivational music, ‘cause it motivates
You to go harder, get your money to it
This is the street pharmacy industry
You push drugs through the roof
Then this represents you
But those that don’t, they feel the same too
So we gotta spread love to
The other parts too
We pop bub for them, crack beers for the crew
Crack a nigga skull open with my gun handle
Niggas be veggie meat fuckin’ with me
His family’ll have to pull the plug
On him while he sleep
Shouldn’t have been trying to pull
A fast one on me
While I was busy trying to pull
Shorty pussy out her jeans
Niggas wanna be infamous
You can’t do what we do, this is sacred to us

Bitch ass niggas keep poppin’ shit
They give me the screwface and flash weapons
But all that change when I start squeezin’
They like, "A’ight, stop, chill, please
You got it"
The bad girls come dressed to impress
Niggas like me ‘cause they want the best
I start on the dancefloor then
Get ‘em in the bed
They like, "You make me feel so good"

P style is dope now
It took me a minute to get
Hot but now they know now
Ever since they’ve been biting off me
Now the world see I’m who they wanna be
It’s still love for them long
As it’s room for me long as I’m rich
They can bite ‘til they teeth bleed
Move back, nigga, this is danger for you
But that bitch you with
She can hang with the crew
She could come right over here
And bang with the truth
Yeah, you better keep her in
A headlock ‘cause I’m proof
That all girls cheat
You could buy her clothing and diamond rings
She just gon’ rock that with me
While we smoke the weed
Then rock to the beat
She wonder why you can’t be more like P
So you try to be infamous but
Can’t do what we do, this is sacred to us

Bitch ass niggas keep poppin’ shit (What up?)
They give me the screwface and flash weapons
But all that change when I start squeezin’
They like, "A’ight, stop, chill, please
You got it"
The bad girls come dressed to impress
Niggas like me ‘cause they want the best
I start on the dancefloor then
Get ‘em in the bed
They like, "You make me feel so good"