Dump - Mobb Deep, Nate Dogg

Ayo, that’s that hard shit

That hit a nigga up in his car shit, this war bitch

Somehow I feel we need more of the thing

Instinct to get that paper, know it’s all in my vein

You rookies need to be toilet trained

You faggots shitting everywhere that you eating, that’s why the coroner came

You never know, when the tec’ll blow

Wet you and catch you off guard, niggas know that I crept slow

And never fold bitch, hollows we let 'em go

And hope them little jugs you sold cover your medical

Y’all don’t wanna bump heads with us

Dump lead head to head with us (Nah)

And ain’t no leg-in homie, neck and up

It come to beef, you know we cheffing it up (All day baby)

And ain’t nobody do it better than us

Dry snitch and we wetting you up (Dump dump dump)

Many men try to set me up to watch me die

Tie me up and put me in the trunk then wave bye-bye (Dump dump dump)

Everyone who know me know that I’m Mobb Deep and I

Keep it true and ain’t afraid to shoot so duck when I (Dump dump dump)

Ain’t gon' catch me slipping up

Ain’t gon' catch me give it up (Dump dump dump)

Ain’t gon' hear me creeping up

Roll down the window I’m about to (Dump dump dump)

Nigga I’ll smack that smirk right off your face

You listen to jerk music, this is Mobb Deep

You ain’t never seen or heard no shit like this

Until you purchase our CD, it’s very worth it

Don’t confuse our album with that mixtape shit

Those our scratch, basically our throwaway shit

And nobody wrap the street like the Infamous clique

Slash Jive, now we got millions to work with

And we Violators too, so you know we overdoing it

What’s stopping the crew, only death can ruin it (Bring it)

Homey been there and done that, and still they wanna come back

And shoot us down (Blaow blaow blaow)

Our advice, you want somethin done right

Then you better come and do it yourself

We give shooters this shits, make OG’s get they gun off the shelf

And blow the dust off they old snub-nose three pound (Dump dump dump)

Shoot 'em up now bang-bang

Don’t fuck around with the wrong mayne

In every fucking city, it’s the same thang

Don’t be saying nothing stupid to a grown mayne

Shoot 'em up now bang-bang

It really ain’t the same, now the game changed

Got me gripping on my weapon just to main-tain

Fill you full of holes and get my name changed