Street Life

[Intro: Prodigy] NYC, word up [Verse 1: Prodigy] M-O-B-B D-E-E-P, A.C.D. burn somethin' Let's get lifted, Queens is you with me? Niggas' shifty, I turned around, a kid tried to hit me I back him down with the 50-50 It had to been the thug in me The Tunnel banging come and get me The first five hundred bitches free The kid with the God-U will let all my gods come through Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo And fucked too, shit on me? Well then, fuck you Go on with your high class ass if you want to Outta state you be suckin' me off and breakin' off Weave bitch thinks she's stallion but my dick went soft My Mobb got in lock with Masterlock You get your locks picked Run up in your spot, mask and glove shit Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumped'd Quick, we in the bathroom thumpin' [Verse 2: Ammo] To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers Big money spenders and the Ebineezer Scroogers Thugs holdin' fort with the sixteen shot Rugers The CREAM that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser Dominant chapter, assassin'in the obsolete And my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet My heart's harder than concrete And nervous streets be walked off beat But still thugs carry heats I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within Dear lord, my life is trife, please forgive me for my sins My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra friends One love to my thugs up north in the pens Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage Lyricist renegade, breakin' down barricades These days are gettin' rough, another brother handcuffed Fallen victim to the game, it's like style's corrupt [Hook: Prodigy] My crime niggas live the (Street life) Them Queens niggas livin' (Street life) My drug niggas livin' (Street life) My street niggas livin' (Street life) We thug niggas livin' (Street life) N.Y.C. livin' (Street life) My Mobb niggas livin' (Street life) What? [Verse 3: Havoc] For every rhyme I write, reality bites My clique keeps shit virgin tight Regulate and know the rule I gets some insight plus info, doin' stickups with my kickos My .44 will burn that ass like going raw with nymphos So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest Or get your Teflon put to the motherfuckin' test Stay bent, but on point, son, you know Stay on the low, got the back, or no-no When I'm on the dolo, got the God-U-Now Kid, you wanna get foul So now I gotta put that ass back on profile Change your character, you ain't got stamina Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad at'cha The Infamous handle business, gonna make mines Forever, son, kid you heard it through the grapevine [Verse 4: A-Dog] To my royal thug committees and outlaws That live the life of Frank Nitty The big city mobster, the ? has made the God unholy, skies forever watch me The prophecy, another chapter, there's no stoppin' me Crime Addiction, my life story is far from fiction Because at one time, the .44 bullets took the world Bring sparks and friction I anaylse this Earth, so I roll with trife characters The hardest for the world to cap, and shining like a Full carat diamond with perfect design Philly's and 9 mili's and Coupe Bentley's forever reclinin' To the shoot, physicals in this paradox The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts Until then I be a trife individual, dwellin' in these days Scorchin' from the D's plus the sun's rays Dead President dreams and million dollar schemes Killer Queens, the land of CREAM fiends A.C.D. the world terrorist Stainless Rugers for the intruders and my cipher's Infamous Through New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside *?Diamond did?* drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare for heaven's ride [Hook: Prodigy] A.C.D. livin' (Street life) My ice niggas livin' (Street life) Them jewel rockin' niggas livin' (Street life) Them crack niggas livin' (Street life) Them coke-sellin' niggas livin' (Street life) Word, N.Y.C. livin' (Street life) My man L.E.S. livin' (Street life) The whole Queensbridge livin' (Street life) Word up son, we're livin' (Street life) [Outro: Prodigy (Havoc)] KnowI'msayin? Word up, A.C.D., Mobb Deep in the motherfuckin'.... Yo yo, uh Hold me down son (No doubt son) Back 'em down son (I got'cha back son)