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Correct Rep The Qbc Lyrics
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(feat. G. O. D. Part iii) 41st side [Chorus x2: Prodigy] Prodigy, Rappin' Noyd, H A V O C "Rep The QBC", eyes on my enemies, exclusive '96 introducin', (Yea y'all) The Infamous Mobb, word to God [Verse 1: Havoc] To all them niggaz, reppin' they hood, it's all good It's all good, 'til you step out of line Went in the dome, out of sight, you out mind Some like chrome, bag a bitch like phone time You phoned them, I regulate, who am I? Havoc and Prodigy, will go back, like go blind '96 combined, put on all the people, we all shine Every mother of the clique created [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips You see the clips when the mac spit your top got split Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids Turn off his lights switch to darkness, it's deeper then the abyss Its street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife You'se the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded Shut down your operation, closed for business Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness Pow niggaz is found, mia We move like the Special Forces, Green Beret Heavily around my throat, I don't play Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp, see, but simply To simplify shit, no man can go against me Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me I had this full clip for so long, it needs to be empty The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I don't waste shit You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin I hear thugs, claimin' that they gon' rob the Mobb When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles Along with that, I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that Whatever it takes however it gots to go down Four mics on stage a motha'fuckin' four pound Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground I could truly care less the God gon' get his Regardless blow for blow let's find out who hit hardest This rap artist used to be a - stickup artist Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it A live nigga stay on point never diss Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds We flush through your clique get purged [Chorus x2: Prodigy] [Verse 3: God Father Pt. Iii] Yo, see niggaz lookin' at me With evil eye, crooked eye Dunn I know why They despise, see we rise, kill a wise guy My enterprise Cartel, we instill Black steel on a hill With Mobb scale, my whole fleet keep it real The raw deal, to bail, destroy, conquer Rarely wonder, like the sky, like thunder Keep fightin', strike land like lightning Increase power, solar, mind controller The title holder, upsight when I'm sober I stay bent, cherry eye, chocolate scent Intelligent, vetern and cheddarin' Mostly all time auditin', it's on again Stick you with my devil horn again Born again, wild hooligan Pollutin' in a city near you Comin' through, The Infamous Mobb nigga Whatchu gon' do? [Chorus x2: Prodigy] [Outro: Prodigy] Exclusive, '96 introducin' The Infamous Mobb, you get robbed Exclusive, '96 introducin' The Infamous Mobb on their job
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