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Mobb Deep

First Day Of Spring

 

First Day Of Spring

(album: The Infamous Archives - 2007)


Dangerous…
Fuck is that son?
Coming through, kid
Clique coming through
I don't know that nigga right there…
C'mere, man!

Armed and dangerous
Form a cold swarm, fatal outcome
The mishap, couldn't outrun and got clapped
Smarts and agility is what you lack
Yo, you buck at this and we buck right back [x2]

'Cause you's a halfway
Thug that you portray
If you got locked, that ass probably come home gay
Smack blood out your mouth, what the fuck you say?
Break your feeble ass down, kid, you ain't in my league
Forcing me to bless you with something you don't need
Yo suborder, y'all niggas aughta watch your speed
Yo, word is born, I been doing this too long
To let you newborn thugs try to come on strong
Since a juvenile I been making streets hot
While I was running from cops you was practicing' jump shots
World plant seeds in my mind, Strange Fruit
Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot
I blast one, won't hesitate to splash one
Living every day in my life like it's my last one
CNN, on again, pulling a fast one
Capone-N-Noreaga, the Infamous Mobb
Your team want beef? Then my squad's on the job
CNN, War Report, guerrilla squad
Shitting on my name? Speak blasphemy
Khadafi, I'm on a level that you can't even see
Don't get mad 'cause your shorty gave that ass to me
Yo, you realize
Two-Five will still shine
In due time
We all involved with crime

Crime, yo, check it out, yo
Ayo, we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broken gate
100 and 0 nigga, go check the stats
Q.B. yeah that name hold weight and ring bells
All you niggas shook, and it ain't hard to tell
Major clientele, the infamous cartel
Catch a buck fifty, gem star we scar well
Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
Then got stuck, in one stroke, the Mobb clutch
Laid up, sipping' all types of shit, get your chick bent
Talk the bitch to death 'til there's no info left
Homicidal klepto, like the lye leave 'em petro
Regulate the metropolitan
Niggas getting' bodied and
In the lobby and
Lock the door, it ain't safe kid
Take it how you take it
Grab a hold and embrace it

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