first day of spring
mobb deep
dangerous. fuck is that son?
i don't know that nigga right there. c'mere
couldn't outrun and got clapped
smarts and agility is what you lack
you buck at this and we buck right back
that ass probably come home gay
smack blood out your mouth
break your feeble ass down
forcin' me to bless you with something you don't need
y'all niggas aughta watch your speed
i been doing this too long
to let you newborn thugs try to come on strong
since a juvenile i been making streets hot
while i was runnin' from cops you was practicing' jump shots
world plant seeds in my mind
basing my life on rap loot
won't hesitate to splash one
living every day in my life like it's my last one
your team want beef? then my squad's on the job
shittin' on my name? speak blasphemy
i'm on a level that you can't even see
don't get mad 'cause your shorty gave that ass to me
two-five will still shine
we all involved with crime
we bang like the tunnel and jam like broken gate
q.b. - yeah that name hold weight and ring bells
and it ain't hard to tell
got gassed up and starstruck
sipping' all types of shit
talk the bitch to death 'til there's no info left
like the lye leave 'em petro
regulate the metropolitan
niggas getting' bodied and
grab a hold and embrace it