Get me
Uh huh

They pretty

Uh huh

Wit me
Uh huh

It's crispy

Yeah

Whoo

Uh huh uh huh yo

Y'all just blowing smoke fan in the fire
Your wife is getting curious homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy share that
Easy when you see me I don't like to get stared at
Niggaz only mad cause they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up if you want get your man clapped
Yeah sealed signed delivered anthrax

You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me whyling out with a mami in Club Black
Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed
Yeah if it's some'n I'm feeling you running that
And we don't let a thing slide baby what's up with that
Talk on the jack like Feds got the phone tapped
Havoc make tracks didn't know just hold that
Career ain't going so well I got that
Slide you some hot shit nigga it's a wrap
See the cats in the whips wanna get me
But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty
See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me
Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy
Yeah y'all niggaz pussy son

Y'all not known for busting them guns
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the coroner
Yo a closed mouth don't get fed that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry niggaz is eating fo' pounds I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
You got a row of sixteen and a clip one in the head
Around my way
F**k with my money you be shot the f**k up
The name Littles got the streets locked the f**k up
Dumped off the bridge body mopped the f**k up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the f**k up
There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
Fifteen get money living frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the 9 or three eighty like
Want beef motherf**ker come and get me
All this rap in the booth or whassup in the street
Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you like the G Unit piece
See the cats in the whips wanna get me
But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty
See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me
Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy
Aiyyo hey hey
Look I walk around with my pound in a glass
Puffin my haze missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
How I roll
Why would you ask
Know I'm swinging my piece pocket full of G's gun in the stash
I know y'all roll with the boys with the badge
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap homie I just laugh
From the ave where snitches get blast
They say no Noyd you won't blow making songs like that
I say homie you sell your soul to glitter it don't last
I don't get no bigger I'mma keep it realer to death
F**k is a check if you ain't busting a tec
Nigga we counting the scrilla with the gun on the deck
Counting the gang that snaps think how many straps and vests
We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E-mails and the phones the spots get blown
It's deep we can't even speak in certain rooms
See the cats in the whips wanna get me
But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty
See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me
Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy
Yeah y'all niggaz pussy son

Y'all not known for busting them guns

So for the 9 I got beef for days

Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the coroner
I'm telling you it's something 'bout them Mobb Deep boys they no joke
They blood thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song it's a goddamn bomb fitting to blow
They not a group they a motherf**king gang for show
More than a gang we more like a troop and oh
Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa
All our guns get blown all my fools is loc
Every time we drop a new one the streets gon' go
Straight berserk cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they money over here
Every time they cop from somebody else the shit wack
That shit there is doo doo the shit here is crack
Get 'em all higher than Scotty could ever beam 'em
They know it's safe to spend they dough over here
F**k that new shit they high wear off too fast
Them niggaz got garbage this is that smack
See the cats in the whips wanna get me
But I got the pounds and them 9's they pretty
See me on the streets them gorillas they wit me
Bills in the pockets know them things is crispy
Yeah y'all niggaz pussy son

Y'all not known for busting them guns
So for the 9 I got beef for days

Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the coroner