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Every time the ball drop on New Year’s Eve,
We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese…
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Where you been at?
You must’ve cut class.
If it ain’t me, another member of my crew will kick your ass.
Your simple words just don’t move me…
You’re minor, we major.
You all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player.
These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs…
Four in the mornin’ we throwin back some Cognac juice.
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J,
Don’t fuck with her no more, now I fuck with Tanqueray.
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold,
Last name was English and the first name Olde.
You not cut from the same cloth, you chinchilla soft,
I’m Brillo Pad coarse…take your skin off.
You rub me the wrong way,
You a suit and tie nigga…P hoodie all day.
Take these words home and think it through;
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.
I got lots of love for my crew, that is;
No love for them other crews and rival kids.
All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is,
And if they don’t? They need to buy a watch, word up.
Havin’ cash is highly addictive, especially when you’re used to havin’ money to live with.
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money,
I might crack a smile, but ain’t a damn thing funny.
What’s poppin? My gun on ya head, nigga.
What’s crackin? The bones in ya head, nigga.
What’s really good? Nothin but the doe.
What’s really hood? You already know.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin’ closer to God in a tight situation.
The sunset looks beautiful over the projects…
What a shame, it ain’t the same where we stand at.
If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off.
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.
Prodigy of Mobb Deep • “Shook Ones Part II” • 1995
I’m only 19 but my mind is older…
When things get for real, my warm heart turns cold.