Live Foul - Mobb Deep

Yeah, yeah

Yo son

No fucking doubt baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Its real, its real

Its real, its real

Yeah let them niggas know

Yeah

Say QB

Everywhere that I go now

I keep that thing right with me It is because I live foul

Shorty like blue piece coming

I got bitches all only back

I got niggas all in my face

It get serious it ain’t no game

So I got to keep that thing at my waist

Which part of no games niggas don’t understand

Your dealing with one dead serious black man

Whose first resort is to squeeze, second thought to breath

Love this freedom so you know how I be And why these niggas want to pull me in

I ask myself that same question over and over again

It’s a small world my girl, I’m smashing a friend

Ain’t no love lost might as well join the fuck in

I’ve been telling niggas how my gangster get

You can trace it all the way back to the infamous

When niggas out now was on infamil

Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield

Wrecking my first wheel they was barely bulking

Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking

A hate in my blood you won’t find one drop

But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped

So Yo dun what up scream at your dog

These niggas been wilding since niggas been gone

Fake niggas stunt like their really that strong

You really that bitch nigga pussy, thongs

P that nigga that will break your jaw

You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for sure

Who get cut bucked and left for dead

We get fucked sucked and extra bead

Partying with the ladies is crazy dic

Make you want to have babies and eat the fish

You won’t feel safe in the same place as us We make niggas want to stay far away from us We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us Want to see a nigga live and be safe as such

We back with more of that murda muzik bitch

I’m going to bang on a nigga that confuse the shit

That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water

You niggas is like fleas and guns pluck em off dun

Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch

Then we mobb out with the sixes looking sickening

Thats when beautiful whip we tearing the streets up We got the big stash box so we can fit the street sweeper

My duns keep it at any time its nothing

You run around like you got a pass or something