Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Mobb Deep, Big Noyd - Right Back at You lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Mobb Deep, Big Noyd - Right Back at You lyrics]
Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime
Drop that shit
Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or
You wanna get your heat, whatever
We can die together as long as I send your
Maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of
Hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you
There is no sequel 24
7, Mac-11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
Little life like this?
'Cause now you've bumped heads
With kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if
I survive the last night
Damn right, I ain't tryna fight
We can settle this like some grown
Men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I grab the gat, then
Ain't no turnin' back when
I start blastin'
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm-like motion
No signs of anger or fear 'cause
You the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger
Word is bond check it out, now
I put the drop on you, kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
Busy without your crew?
Let's get it on, nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me? I'm buckin'
Right back at you
I put the drop on you, kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
Busy without your crew?
Let's get it on, nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me? I'm buckin'
Right back at you
Fuck where you at, kid
It's where you're from
'Cause where I'm from
Niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way
Niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners
Come through frontin' and get
Stuffed with the 3-pounder
The loud sounder, ear ringer
And I'mma point the finger at
All you wannabe gunslingers
You got a real ice grill
But are you really real?
Step to the hill and I'mma
Test your gun skills
'Cause real niggas don't try to profile
You just a chump who needs
To get drunk to buckwild
But swing that bullshit this way
And I'mma make your visit to the
'Bridge a motherfuckin' short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
The place where stars are born
And phony rappers get done
Six blocks and you might not make it through
What you gonna do when my whole
Crew is blazin' at you?
With MACs and TECs to lend
To get your dome crushed
You thought that you could come
Around my way and beef, stupid fuck?
What the hell you smokin'? What
The fuck possessed you?
To come out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs
Black mask and black serpent
Twist a nigga cap
Then jump in the J-30 'cause I'm -
Puttin' the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
Busy without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me? I'm buckin'
Right back at you
Puttin' the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
Busy without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me? I'm buckin'
Right back at you
Who's the richest nigga in the
Project? Who got it locked?
Rockin' convertibles, drop-tops and mad hot
Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
Who's organized, all eyeballs is on CREAM
And your whole clique got
Nothin' but raw shit whip after whip
Stay flashin' your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishin'
Team's untouchable
In the jungle, bangin' Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu
There's money out there, guns catch crumbs
Those are your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes
Bitches holdin' your guns
You know what's out there
Thousands of grams wrapped in Saran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness
That's how we expand
Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son
Now surrender get ninja'd on the Island
Plus the 'Bridge, boy, remember
My little thug's sellin' drugs
And he's strugglin'
The game got him buggin', I tried
To tell him "Slow down, cousin"
But he vexed
And niggas gettin' wet up in the projects
But with no doubt
Shorties out for his respect
But is his brain insane from the lye?
From smokin' that 118 tiny tye
Why? A nigga just died last week
As he swore he was grown and
He's a thug in the street
But it's like that
My crew pump cracks and we pack MAC
His eyes is wild with the
Rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
With a firepack
Don't even go there 'cause
It ain't like that
Slow down, baby, he said "What
You tryna play me? You must be crazy"
Pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze
The shot must've dazed me
Thug sellin' drugs, bustin' slugs
But he ain't crazy
Drop that shit
Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or
You wanna get your heat, whatever
We can die together as long as I send your
Maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of
Hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you
There is no sequel 24
7, Mac-11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
Little life like this?
'Cause now you've bumped heads
With kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if
I survive the last night
Damn right, I ain't tryna fight
We can settle this like some grown
Men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I grab the gat, then
Ain't no turnin' back when
I start blastin'
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm-like motion
No signs of anger or fear 'cause
You the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger
Word is bond check it out, now
I put the drop on you, kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
Busy without your crew?
Let's get it on, nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me? I'm buckin'
Right back at you
I put the drop on you, kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
Busy without your crew?
Let's get it on, nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me? I'm buckin'
Right back at you
Fuck where you at, kid
It's where you're from
'Cause where I'm from
Niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way
Niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners
Come through frontin' and get
Stuffed with the 3-pounder
The loud sounder, ear ringer
And I'mma point the finger at
All you wannabe gunslingers
You got a real ice grill
But are you really real?
Step to the hill and I'mma
Test your gun skills
'Cause real niggas don't try to profile
You just a chump who needs
To get drunk to buckwild
But swing that bullshit this way
And I'mma make your visit to the
'Bridge a motherfuckin' short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
The place where stars are born
And phony rappers get done
Six blocks and you might not make it through
What you gonna do when my whole
Crew is blazin' at you?
With MACs and TECs to lend
To get your dome crushed
You thought that you could come
Around my way and beef, stupid fuck?
What the hell you smokin'? What
The fuck possessed you?
To come out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs
Black mask and black serpent
Twist a nigga cap
Then jump in the J-30 'cause I'm -
Puttin' the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
Busy without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me? I'm buckin'
Right back at you
Puttin' the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get
Busy without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me? I'm buckin'
Right back at you
Who's the richest nigga in the
Project? Who got it locked?
Rockin' convertibles, drop-tops and mad hot
Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
Who's organized, all eyeballs is on CREAM
And your whole clique got
Nothin' but raw shit whip after whip
Stay flashin' your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishin'
Team's untouchable
In the jungle, bangin' Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu
There's money out there, guns catch crumbs
Those are your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes
Bitches holdin' your guns
You know what's out there
Thousands of grams wrapped in Saran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness
That's how we expand
Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son
Now surrender get ninja'd on the Island
Plus the 'Bridge, boy, remember
My little thug's sellin' drugs
And he's strugglin'
The game got him buggin', I tried
To tell him "Slow down, cousin"
But he vexed
And niggas gettin' wet up in the projects
But with no doubt
Shorties out for his respect
But is his brain insane from the lye?
From smokin' that 118 tiny tye
Why? A nigga just died last week
As he swore he was grown and
He's a thug in the street
But it's like that
My crew pump cracks and we pack MAC
His eyes is wild with the
Rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
With a firepack
Don't even go there 'cause
It ain't like that
Slow down, baby, he said "What
You tryna play me? You must be crazy"
Pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze
The shot must've dazed me
Thug sellin' drugs, bustin' slugs
But he ain't crazy
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