Dirt-Mobb Deep

[ti:Dirt] [ar:Mobb Deep] [al:The Infamous Mobb Deep (Deluxe Version)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Dirt - Mobb Deep [00:24.71]Call it how it is according to the facts [00:27.24]If rap was prison our sh*t would be the Supermax [00:30.21] [00:31.37]No sunshine just dark skies [00:34.04]Nothing but dark thoughts going through my mind [00:36.35]I got bad blood mad love only for the team though [00:39.92]Everyone one of us is the shooter [00:41.66]Now where the beef go [00:42.91]I ain't seen none of these niggas and we out here [00:46.02]Wanna be celebrity thugs a lot of mouth yeah [00:49.10]Oh my god we could not be f**ked with [00:51.97]Real sh*t look at our life all in the public [00:54.72]We under the microscope they all watching us [00:57.85]We have no choice but to keep it trill they sizing us [01:01.13]And if they wasn't god always pay attention don't he [01:04.39]I couldn't live with myself being phony [01:06.74]Look if life was a game then I guess we winning [01:09.85]Cuz this life we made for ourselves is bitching [01:12.63] [01:38.00]Didn't want to do it but the voices tug and pullin' [01:40.42] [01:41.05]On my eardrums something that I didn't knew I shouldn't [01:43.94]Got me wildin with the ratchet out like sh*t is legal [01:46.56] [01:47.44]Looking for a victim put 'em in the fetal [01:49.55] [01:50.11]F**k is going on when it's on I know it's on [01:52.53] [01:53.07]But sh*t not really popping and I'm looking for a war [01:55.58] [01:56.25]Looking out my window pointing sh*t at police [01:59.13]To make matters worse I'm sipping on some OE [02:01.46] [02:02.25]Sh*t got me buzzing [02:03.25]I'm already bugging though with mad [02:05.10] [02:05.63]Bottles that I drank about a month ago [02:07.61] [02:08.28]F**k is on my mind I'm feeling bipolar [02:10.77] [02:11.34]Plus paranoid looking over both shoulders [02:13.73] [02:14.29]I woke up with blood on my hands [02:16.60] [02:17.12]F**k I do this time now a ni**a scared [02:20.06]F**k I'll probably get the f**king chair [02:23.15]Grab my f**king gun a few clothes son I'm outta here