Mobb Deep - Burn

[Havoc:]
It be a buck-fifty
Your chance of runnin`
Is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged
Like a chick slip the Mickey
I`m so on the low
It`d take a Navy SEAL
To get me
When I surface
If not chips to Benz
Is the purpose
On your team
I`ll pull the curtain
A beautiful hurtin`
Till my eyes see the blood
That mean the creep start workin`
Niggas never learnin` that
They eyes keep lurkin`
Have ya janitor
Pumpin` your [X5] merkin
Skid marks the street
Your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is
In between the blink
My life story was
Written in blood, permenant ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. `em
Gotta think like that `cause
Forever I be needin` `em
Plan flawless, mistakes
Never repeatin` `em
Some love, some hate me
B****es in the head beatin` `em
(So)
Niggas wanna ride
By the crib all slow
(Oh)
We clap motherf***er
Want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin`
When the mack blow
Dead in my castle
And in the blink watch
How quick life pass you
[CHORUS:]
[Vita:]
What`s wrong
With motherf***ers
When will the ever learn
Keep playin` with that fire
And that as* is gettin` burned
F***in` with semi-autos
One foot is in the grave
We givin` all of y`all
Somethin` to be afraid of
[Repeat]

[Big Noyd:]
Lemme tell you
How it`s goin` down
It`s on now
Niggas used to love me
Now they wanna hate me now
I`m that same nigga
With the tech
Holdin` the spot down
Except I`m pushin` a Lex
Lettin` the top down
But wait, you don`t think
I live a pop life now
That`s hate, you could
Get popped right now
Me don`t play, I keep
A gun around my way
`Cause I`m a f***in` drama king
Like my nigga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money
And murder all day
It`s rules, guidlines
And codes, we obey
Don`t even trip, IMD
It`s that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga
Ready to bang
Nigga don`t think sh*t stink
Then sh*t hit the fans
So I don`t slip, I`ma sh*t
With my gun in my hand
It`s a thug thing y`all niggas
Wouldn`t understand and
Y`all keep guns
We keep our sh*t bangin`

[Repeat chorus]

[Prodigy:]
You a b****-as* nigga
I had you kill`t
All they had was your
Picture at the funeral
No casket
You b*stards be missin`
My jewels, my whip
My rims we b****in`
My guns be the heat
That`ll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs`ll
Stomp you niggas
No sh*t, no clip
Don`t f*** with us
It`s no problem, I bring it
To the best of them
From the old to the new
And the rest of them
No love, just slugs
For ya body dunn
Just pain, just sufferin`
And worst then that
You let me
Get my hands on you
So I`m takin` advantage
And that sh*t that you pulled
Ain`t do me no damage
You don`t know me
But we `bout
To change that sh*t
Wrap that nigga up
Like a package
F*** all them nigga
Buck all them faggots

[Repeat chorus twice]

[Vita:]
Yeah, QB
(Yeah)
Mobb Deep, dola
It`s goin` down
We`re takin` over
Vita, gettin` this dough
We don`t call it
Murder for nothin`
(Murda, murda, murda)
I`ll send you on
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y`all see us
It ain`t a game, yeah
Oh, come on, yeah
You see us