Mobb Deep & Da Youngsta's - Bloodshed & War (DaWiz Remix)

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Bloodshed & War
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Don't get scared, just be prepared for the worst
The streets coerced my mind with crime, my nine busts shots
And outbursts through your back out your thinker
And show these crab niggas the power of the finger
Quran, you wouldn't believe the shit I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sippin on Moet Chandon
I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes and like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
Waited two days and started spending it fast as fuck
Straight up splurgin
Open like a virgin with her first piece of dick, 10 yards ain't shit
I blessed all the gods with thousands and cars
No more hustling, now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream but it ain't as easy as it seems
'Cause now these mob niggas lookin for they cream
And word got back through this fiend that it was me
Who stole they lucci, now they puttin out hits tryin to shoot me
But I'm out in L.A. on the low livin Gucci
And lavish, they tryin to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage, Quran whats the haps kid?
[Hook]
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and War yo we gotta live through it
[Verse 2: Quran]
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and left with your heart racing
By the Tec you'll get smashed together like a cleavage
And left a mystery like when Mary had Jesus, nigga
I'm sniping crowds like that white kid on Higher Learning
Leave you on the ground with your fucking chest burning
What! We breaking out and unstoppable like acne
I'm rough and rugged, you cut more slack than khakis
When the Philly takes you to another state of mind
It causes you to wild and commit mad crimes
We dwell in the dark trees, sellin Jeeps
'95 Blazers call us a bunch of hell raisers
Timberlands and Skullys is all you see
When you enter the harsh and rugged lands of Illy Philly
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Havoc]
It was a quarter to one, friday night
Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn, called up my son
Son yo come through I got a proposition for you
Keep it on the low so the plan won't spoil
My crew's loyal, they came over in a minute
Then we kicked bout this nigga who think he gettin bigger
Pumping on our side don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Tonight is gonna be his downfall
So fuck him and everything he stand for
About this time he'd be on the corner
Slingin with a crackhead that be bringin
Sales to the building plus the bitch is fiendin
I figure we can get the goods, kill the nigga
And being that we live right next to the river
We can catch him off guard, throw him in the water
For the Coast Guard, come on God, the shit ain't hard
Think, throw on your gear and cover up your face
And keep your eyes open for the Jakes
The snakes and the snitches
Don't wanna see a nigga with the riches
Acting like a little bunch of bitches
Pointing me out in pictures
When five-o is like, "you know who this is?"
It's Havoc, you better recognize and realize
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Taj]
They call me the Godfather son
I smoke Ls and pack guns, keep niggas on the run
Cocaine I'm on the scale measuring grams and Os
Hoes came out with no clothes so I can wake up in the dough
I keeps a 9 in my freezer
Cold blood flows within my veins, cold heart like Lebanese
Sippin on champ, its all about C notes and grants
Living elegant in a Lex coupe allaire
Plus a young hustler carrying guns
Sellin coke for funds, flippin keys by the tons
25 grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat, bed around 6 feet deep
[Verse 5: Tarik]
More goals to be achieved in this hip hop dream
But shit ain't the same as my eye see cream
I dwell by the minute, I gots to make more cash
C notes accumulating every day in my stash
Makin hits, '95 the raw clique
M30 with my lady Motorola phone flips
The quick gamer, full blooded money maker
Sharp razor, drinking daqs in Jamaica
[Hook]

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