Back At You - Mobb Deep

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Stainless steel gats, they never rust, fit to bust

You get touched, blessed with the real side of life

Just enough, you couldn’t fight it with your strongest mic

Laid down nigga eyes, visualize bad reception

Major interference shoot your upper body section

I travel like a two-two bullet, throughout your body

Repped to the fullest, Queensbridge representin'

Presentin', the hollow tip crew

Loose lips sink ships, you talk shit I follow through

Once the kite is sent, I might get bent but still planted

No second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin'

For the bloodshed (bloodshed), I leave that mug red (mug red)

I’m like cancer can’t catch me cause I done spread (done spread)

Doorknob dead, enough said from the scene I fled

With the paranoid thoughts runnin' round my head

It’s like that, war, project niggas strike back

It’s on, what the fuck you said?

I’ll be right back

With the gat, and temper, end your motherfuckin' era

Your shorty set you up you better dead her

Hunger for the cheddar, big Benz or better

Armeretto sours, alcohol assumption

While you, runnin' we thumpin'

Due to the fact The Infamous is bumpin'

Ice grill, son you frontin'

It’s like that, war, project niggas strike back

It’s on — what the fuck you said?

I’ll be right back

It’s like that, war, project niggas strike back

It’s on — what the fuck you said I’ll be right back

It’s like that, war, project niggas strike back

It’s on — what the fuck you said I’ll be right back

It’s like that, war, project niggas strike back

It’s on — what the fuck you said I’ll be right back

Welcome to the fact that, here take that

Right back at you, I’m goin at Duke, already ran through

Wasn’t hard to capture, what is it that your goin' after?

(What is it what is it?) My forty-fifth'll make your clothes damper

Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin' stainless

Crimes heinous, to all my niggas hold your bangers

Live in action, if you were dapped then relax then

The fuck you said?

I’ll be right back with MACs then

Blastin', tearin' up your Fila fashion

Give him what he askin', fill you in on what happened

Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin'

To spread team across planet, expand shit

Slap a nigga open handedly style, somethin' foul

For tryin' to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles (so what)

I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays

Fourteen years old, shorty from round way

Brick-ass cold, still pump from night to day

But why did my life have to be this way?

I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits

My loot give recoup, razors in my shoe

'Case they try to troop me to the Island

I’m known for start whylin'

Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash pildin'

Peep this, throwin' blows on some nose and teeth shit

So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?

Lift you up off your feet like ski lift

Pull back the big fifth for niggas who riff, them niggas you with

Then I’m on the next flight, gettin' bent in the clouds

On my way down South for international crowds

Word up, word up son, we gotta get this motherfuckin' money kid

Knahmsayin?

What up kid?

Fuck that son

It’s like that, war, project niggas strike back

It’s on — what the fuck you said?

I’ll be right back

It’s like that, war, project niggas strike back (fuck that, yo)

It’s on — what the fuck you said?

I’ll be right back (word to mother yo)

It’s like that, war, project niggas strike back (infamous, nigga)

It’s on — what the fuck you said?

I’ll be right back (infamous)

Black Mac word up, word up, yo the maxin', pump relaxin'

Check it out son, word up, project niggas strike Back