Quiet Storm lyrics

by

Cormega


[Intro: Prodigy]
Done been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears, n*ggas is dead and sh*t
What the f*ck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo
Let y'all n*ggas know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That sh*t is the truth, I'm not lyin'

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm n*gga who fight rhyme
P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them
n*gga, I pop more guns than you holdin' 'em
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right, f*ck your life!
Hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'?
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the MAC-10
You's a di*k blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the Knife-Fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this sh*t
[Chorus: Havoc]
‘Cause it's the real sh*t, sh*t to make 'em feel sh*t
Lump 'em in the club sh*t
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n*gga OD, ‘cause it's never enough
Cause it's the real sh*t, sh*t to make 'em feel sh*t
Lump 'em in the club sh*t
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n*gga OD, ‘cause it's never enough

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yo, the P rock forty-inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my di*k, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
A n*gga like me hold TEC's, are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions of gun holdin'
Long shotgun's down my pants leg, limpin'
Killa B, you still livin'
Even my pops too, he taught me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my n*gga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that, a n*gga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new n*ggas just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin' coke, gettin' right
Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the little thuns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's
n*gga, please, don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your sh*t beat in
[Chorus: Havoc]
‘Cause it's the real sh*t, sh*t to make 'em feel sh*t
Lump 'em in the club sh*t
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n*gga OD, ‘cause it's never enough

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That n*gga P-Double got that sh*t for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In Hell's Kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the Unified States
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin', boy, move diligent
You better walk like a n*gga on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission
First assignment — give 'em that sh*t they been missin'
My new edition's way b*tchin'
Those that listen get addicted to my diction
f*ck rhymes, I write prescriptions for your disease
Generic raps just not potent like P's
One-thousand-one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb n*ggas is full bred
Fully-blown melanin tone
I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street
Get respect and love all across the board
We've been adored for keepin' it raw
Nothin' less or more, I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all n*ggas just nil
[Chorus: Havoc]
‘Cause it's the real sh*t, sh*t to make 'em feel sh*t
Lump 'em in the club sh*t
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n*gga OD, ‘cause it's never enough
‘Cause it's the real sh*t, sh*t to make 'em feel sh*t
Lump 'em in the club sh*t
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n*gga OD, ‘cause it's never enough
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