one of ours part ii

Singer:mobb deep

you know

situation like this

sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community

gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off y'know?

teach 'em a little somethin

pick you up

off your feet like a forklift

but instead it's the four-fifth

ragu red

your brain leakin them sauces

like an

autopsy leavin 'em nauseous

when i aim at your bosses

put a pep in that bop that you walk with

when my tec spittin at reinforcements

i could never be a victim

but the streets i endorsed it

spittin that real

y'all cowards just cough it

like fluids in my lungs

motherfucker i'm more sick

you turn them hoes off

i put 'em on so they on this

you talk game grammar school

mines metamorphic

dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club

they all bent

my intent is to sober that ass up

leave 'em all drenched

see what a few cups of liquor can offset

got a little paper

i ain't stressin

they all press

ain't sellin records

they come at me for more press

when they realize it's real them dudes out coppin more vests

better learn how to

wipe

them guns off

get that money money

wipe

a nigga smile

off ain't nuttin funny

show

you motherfuckers

just how hungry you

get

when your feet are touchin *

p gunna

shots stay a come up

out them hammers at light speed

make it a hot summer

in new york

new york - a.k.a. ground zero

the big apple

with the worms in the middle

the white castle

the empire state

the home of that time magazine new face

metropolis of the world

i'll show you where i come from

by how the cash stack

and how i make a gun bust

but look past that

and listen how a killer be

imagine the concert

they dancin on they seats

shorty mad gettin stained

she damn near about to faint

she never saw a grimy dirty nigga like

p

with mad diamonds in his chain

she tryin hard not to blink

don't wanna miss a thing

the song that we sing

mad diamonds in his chain

she tryin hard not to blink

don't wanna miss a thing

the song that we sing

bang!

my niggaz they can't stop us

ev'rysince we got our hands on the ar's

the s

and the fresh choppers

all of them is filled to the top with the vest poppers

we can get it on with america's best coppers

soon as the lead pop you

whoever don't make it

to the funeral or wake can catch you on ted koppel

i'm a rare thumper

you just a gay nigga

with a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper

they say life is short

death is longer

that makes it even harder to express my hunger

and i don't wanna polly y'all

i'm a zone of my own

sorta like tom hanks talkin to that volleyball

a cast away