deadly zone

mobb deep

i saw these fools tryin to get around

tryin to let me down

and all dat

ha but i got an easier way to let dem drown

wit these guns of navarrone

i shall shoot dem like al capone

take dem to the zones of bones

like dat well

yo dunn

they tried to knock me down

bury me under

big pipes soundin like thunder

skated by the skin of my teeth

i had to put a man in his place last week

now why you wanna come at me?

i'm the wrong nigga to approach like that

homes

wrong nigga for threats

lone nigga wit long chrome

and we can dance till one of us drop

you score points fallin wit good formation

i'm the wrong nigga for patience

wrong one at dunn

the very last nigga you should ever blast your gun

to the floor

actin like you goin to war

now you fucked up

here come a real rocket launcher

flame thrower

rule wit a iron rod

that be the ruger

y'all niggas keep tryin hard

but who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night

and you can't come outside without fear

am i in your thoughts often? while you be walkin?

foot soldier catch you at the store's corner

keep me on your mind and don't slumber

man the minute you slip wit those

that's your ass

m-o-b-b dunn

let's get it on dunn

wit bounty killer

yo it's like this dunn

aiyyo cock that shit

pop that shit

squeeze off

let em know how real this is

m-o-b-b

d-double-e-p wit bounty killer

no other gun runners keep a round like this

>from q-u-double-e-n-s

my bomb borough

till the day of my death

whether in shit i been in

runnin down the block

sprayin shots wit the lindon

listen

we all been through ac-tion

you know the last me blastin

the last man standin

pack shit long than bare wake

neither the jake nor the snakes gon' stop it

you know the mobb lettin off rockets

gun burners spit like lungies

dummies

still nuttin pop but the shells

these ain't words from hell

these are slugs

something you feel

a gun runner nigga for real nigga

yo hear my gat blow

make you spit out crack

the actual

that brand new six that you couldn't seem to whip

empty the clip

make sure no friendly get hit

while you layin bloodied up in the six

flee the frontline

dismantle gap and bounce

then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out

plug leak

slip rug right from under your feet

you runnin the streets

you don't want no problems wit us

everyday is like fourth of july to us

henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch

interfere wit the plan and you will get touched

let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched

full fledge

like ra let em know the ledge

while you slippin off edge

your shorty's givin me head

cockin em legs like guns when i'm cockin to spray

poppin your way

sendin shit that's hot your way