Right Back at You (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Prodigy of Mobb Deep


{*opening gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*}

Yea (yo P it's on in this motherf*cker) that 2003 sh*t
Yo check it out

[Havoc]
f*ck where you at kid, f*ck where you from
Pistol-whip a n*gga dumb slugs {*DAMN*} hittin up lungs (uh-huh)
My n*gga just got sent to the sprungs, sh*t is real
He went for razors spittin them sh*ts from under his tongue
And from birth I was a hustler, no talk I'm buckin ya
No matter if a dime b*tch, my n*gga b*tch ain't f*ckin her
Loyalty to the click, forever Mobb 'til I die b*tch
(BEOTCH) Open my casket wide
So you can see how fly, n*gga from N.Y. do it
n*gga front on me, and die, so why do it
I swear, feel like I've been here before, my first dealings went raw
And tried to convert it to cash that's pure {*WHOO.. KID*}
We gettin money n*ggas fingers behind triggers, that go without sayin
Block ain't affiliated we sprayin
And anybody that you see, gettin past us payin
On some "Quiet Storm" sh*t, motherf*cker it's still rainin

[Hook: Prodigy]
Aiyyo - what we got the drop on you kid, now we got you
You got the heart to get biz without your crew?
Let's get it on n*gga do what we gotta do
You buck at me I'm buckin right back at you
We got the drop on you kid, now we got you
You got the heart to get biz without your crew?
Let's get it on Dunn do what we gotta do
You buck at me I'm buckin right back at you
[Prodigy]
Let me start things off
In the room just drinkin my drink, check out my thoughts
I'll be buried too soon, but at the same time
I see a very good future, what it's gon' be Dunn
You never know will ya, got guns by the pi-dound
To destroy beef, better tell your dawg sit down
I hits off the (? ?) like a little green army man
Pullin grenade pins on the floor shootin
Murder a human, invadin my space
And do the slip like Thomas Crown, vacate the place
Take your b*tch like, Tony Montana or Goldie
Swift with my talk like the serpent did Eve
When my n*ggas emerge, we intensify things
You can smell it in the air that's the sh*t, hittin the fan
n*ggas gon' feel me when my thing bang
And we continue to party like eternal Sunday

[Outro]
Shout out.. Infamous Records.. ha ha
Can't forget, LandSpeed {*blam} yea yea
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