Freestyle-Mobb Deep

Freestyle - Mobb Deep {Mobb Deep!} Show these b**ch-a** niggaz {Free Agents!} Over and over and over again how we do this sh*t {*cock and gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*} [Prodigy] Aiyyo, they say I'm cold-hearted, well I was born like that From the womb to my tomb I'll be on it like that From my cradle to my grave I'll be on that same sh*t No b**ch can change my ways, I show no care No thug can shake my frame, I show no fear Be a cold day in hell once I arrive there I slap God in the face for puttin me through this torture {*GOD*} And bust through heaven's gates {*DAMN*} if they don't wanna let me up So while I'm still alive and kickin I'ma run through this planet like I own this sh*t here F**k up out my way 'fore you get yourself fitted And sized up like tailored for bullets that fit in The meat on your bones like knives on Thanksgiving You bird-a** ni**a, I'm a mobster, you a pigeon Make no mistake, there's a difference between us So when you see my face, turn your head like a slut Word up, we body niggaz for reckless eyeballin Niggaz signin record deals and think they ballin My niggaz make joint ventures and own they mansions You prostitute-a** ni**a, hoe faggot, you a RAPPER {*DAMN!*} [Outro] Okay okay okay, H-A-V-O-C That ni**a P, no doubt that's that gangsta sh*t son, y'know? {*gunshot*} All the time baby We gon' continue to do this sh*t like this here Man y'knowImean? For y'all peoples {*cocked*} Cause we know y'all wants this {*gunshot*} sh*t like this Y'knahmsayin? Straight like that {Shoutout.. Violator.. Chris Lighty!} {Can't forget.. Mike Lighty.. John Lighty.. HA HA!} {*gunshot*} {Non-stop}