Microphone Master (41st Side Remix) lyrics

Chorus: Das Efx & Mobb Deep

Miggity microphone master, funky rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, and we the n*ggas making paper
Miggity microphone master, yeah about to get live
Striggity straight from the sewer and the 41st side

Verse One: Prodigy
The Infamous Mobb and Das a now listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to p*ss in
Rapping school, keep the key in the ignition
When we get back n*gga, we shine and glisten
Yo Seven do his thing with precision
No time for broke living, I'm trying to see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
So faggot kids snitch and giving info, do a drive by in a stolen black Pinto
With tinted windows, bullets will flurry through your system
Your man ran, lucky for him because we missed him
We catch him on the rebound but see now
We trying to get this money and you trying to stop me
What's it gonna be now?
You stand up to my crew and get laid down
On the ground with the big four pound, he hear the sound
On the other side of town, where caps get peeled
Break you off love love, give you something to feel
Das Efx, Mobb Deep, n*ggas holding it down
Runnin' fiction-ass MC's yonder-bound
Eager to please rap n*ggas get back smacked with pist-als
Forced to exile, back in the Nile
Verse Two: Dray
Well now ease up selector, I bring it on again
This is for all my n*ggas doing time up in the f*cking pen
How y'all been? I can't forget my n*ggas who got left back, F that
And all my honeys chilling out in Lefrak
City, see we gets busy with no foul ups
Stomp you til you throw the towel up, make you roll the Owl up
n*ggas mount up, it's the Infamous with the Sewer
Go to Queens and get my weed from 110 and Guy Brewer
Check one two ah, blew ya, out the box like Skelly
Coming from the under with the thunder like Shelly
Really, we coming deep just like the Mobb
n*gga, rhyming is my job but you can wind up getting robbed
Anyway, in a day, or night it don't matter
It's me, that n*gga P, Havoc and the Jibba Jabba-
Jaw, we bring it raw without a doubt
It's the Infamous and Das Efx here to turn it out

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Verse Three: Havoc
Ayo what you gonna do with that black deuce deuce?
Hit you up, take the cash, you ain't slug-proof, duke
Taking yours to survive, it's all a matter of time
I'm snatching, living grimey, running never look back
The root of evil got me acting like that
Life ain't a game, the streets is Mortal Kombat
I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon
Since my born I was doomed, confined to one room
Now you's a customer, copping for natural born hustlers
That's what he thought, son, stupid kid you get extorted
Stop smiling, be still, don't nothing move but the money
The Infamous gat clappers and mic masters
Verse Four: Skoob
Well f*ck around and I'm a higgity hit ya with hickory diculous
Sick a n*ggas style, twisted off the liquor, b*tch
I'll figure it's the Books, iggity off the hook
Holding sh*t down son, we keeping n*ggas shook, look
I got it made like Florence, fatigue garments
My man slipped up and got bagged for three warrants
Oh my God, the squiggity squad in the place
With the Mobb, n*ggas can get robbed like Base
Taste the terror for the leather in the Beamer
The Olde E abuser, can't f*ck with Zima
The non-pop singer from the land of rock slingers
Where sh*t is hot and gunsmoke from n*ggas Glocks lingers
I rip sh*t for fun so come one come all
MC's will get mad, burned like Jamal
Live in my television from the cellar to the attic
It's the Books, Krayz Drayz, Prodigy, and f*cking Havoc and it don't stop

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