That Mobb Deep (Nas Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
As we proceed
You know
To give you dose of this gangsta sh*t, it's like this
Go 'head get your [?] kit, OD off this sh*t
It's that murda (Slap your arm up, slap your arm up)
It's like [?]
(Here it go, here it go) All day, all night
([?] [?]) Ok, ok

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Crank this gnagsta sh*t, bang to dis
Go 'head and put your dough on it, we dangerous
From the depths of the world's most infamous
Queensbridge projects, we live this sh*t
Mobsters, riders, yeah, we all that sh*t
Old timers, young bloods, women and kids
We are the hood, we do that sh*t you rap
We got those whips and all that sh*t you brag
Respect my flag, n*gga, better watch they step
Better play the crib and stay away from us
Better drive armored trucks, stay outta the party
Rock a bodyguard suit, n*ggas bringing it often
Wack n*ggas, (Pow, pow) smack n*ggas with the back of my gun
Press n*ggas, dead n*ggas don't respect it [?]
I'm a general, I have you fed to the sharks
You a paper thin n*gga, I tear you apart
[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]
It's that Mobb...Deep
You f*ckin' with vets, we nuttin' to test, we somethin' to fear
Put some holes in your frame, bring that sh*t over here
We put that dope in the game, man, this sh*t right here
It's that Mobb (Mobb)...Deep (Deep)
Out in the street, we out in the world, showin' our face (Uh-huh)
Makin' sure our presence is felt, we up in the place (Yeah)
Make sure that boy is dead, (Yeah) put somethin' in his face (Yo)

[Verse 2: Havoc & Prodigy]
We regulate these streets, ain't nuttin sweet, ya heard?
We regulate the clubs, scoopin' up them birds
f*ck what they chripin' about, turning them out
She wanted me P? Put in a good word (Yeah baby)
And I son't hate, congrats (Uh-uh)
n*ggas talk too much and get they-self smacked
Back handed, I don't punch you cats (Nah)
You n*ggas like b*tches and it call for that (Yeah)
That n*gga gotta gun? He gon' crawl with that
And die on the motherf*ckin' floor with that, ah-huh
I got class, I don't flash the heat
Front like I don't got it then I blast you chief (Blaow)
I wake him up, n*gga ain't that sleep (Uh-uh)
Woadie mad 'cause the chick got it bad for me (She got it bad)
When dudes play they-self it be sad to see
How they family be assessing what the damage (Yeah) be
[Chorus: Prodigy ]
It's that Mobb...Deep
Back to back whips, back to back hits, matter a fact this right here is that murda
Top of the line, kid, poppin' the nine, kid, [?] [?], it's
That Mobb...Deep
Rippin' ya'll hoes, killin' ya'll flows, stoppin' ya'll dough
You get beat the f*ck up, step inside our zone, them hammers explode, damage ya dome, damage you know (Ayo)

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
How we rip this, handle our business, aytime, no question, we killin' it
Ctach n*ggas when they off point, spill they head, wrap n*ggas up, pack n*ggas up for dead
Just ask around who's laid up, sharp and straight up?
Mafiosey, Mobb Deep, that's major
Pretty boy rappers wanna be gangsta
Wan' try fit my Timbs and talk like it's danger but walk like they just got f*cked, that's word up
We don't even see these dudes when we be goin' out
Where all that Braveheart sh*t you was yapping about?
Where all that King of New York sh*t that you was screaming out?
Get my Mac demon out, n*ggas start peelin' out, change your whole view of what P be 'bout
n*ggas always think they tough 'till we bring them black cloud
The forecast call for grey skies and gun shower (Plat, plat, plat, plat, plat)

[Chorus: Prodigy]
It's that Mobb...Deep
You f*ckin' with vets, we nuttin' to test, we somethin' to fear
Put some holes in your frame, bring that sh*t over here
We put that dope in the game, man, this sh*t right here
It's that Mobb...Deep
Out in the street, we out in the world, showin' our face
Makin' sure our presence is felt, we up in the place
Make sure that boy is dead, put somethin' in his face
It's that Mobb...Deep
Back to back whips, back to back hits, matter a fact this right here is that murda
Top of the line, kid, poppin' the nine, kid, [?] [?], it's
That Mobb...Deep
Rippin' ya'll hoes, killin' ya'll flows, stoppin' ya'll dough
You get beat the f*ck up, you step inside our zone, them hammers explode, damage ya dome, damage you know