Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm

[Intro: Prodigy]
Done been through it all, man,
Blood, sweat and tears,
Niggas is dead and shit,
What the fuck else can happen, yo!
I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo!
We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo!
Let y'all niggas know right now,
Word to mother, for real, for real,
That shit is the truth,
I'm not lyin'.

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines,
I'm the quiet storm, nigga, who fight rhyme,
P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them,
Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them.
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men,
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right,
Fuck your life, hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike,
You try to stop mines from growin', I'll make your blood stop flowin',
Take affirmative action to any ass if he askin'.
Now here come the MAC-10,
You's a dick blower,
Tryna speak the Dunn language,
What the drilly with that, though? It ain't bangin'.
You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics,
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it,
You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist thrower,
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit.

[Chorus: Havoc]
‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make ‘em feel shit,
Lump ‘em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this,
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut,
Have a nigga OD ‘cause it's never enough.

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yo, the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' white label,
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables,
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke,
A nigga like me hold TEC's,
Are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions of gun holding,
Long shotgun's down my pants, leg limpin',
Killa B, you still livin', even my pops too,
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven.
I used to bust shots crazy,
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me,
I love my pops for that,
I love my nigga D. Black,
I'll take the life of anybody tryna change what's left,
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death,
All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death.
I spent too many nights sniffin' coke, gettin' right,
Wastin' my life, now I'm tryna make things right.
Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business,
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns,
Build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth,
CBR's and VCR's,
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga, please,
Don't make me have to risk my freedom,
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in.

[Chorus: Havoc]
‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make ‘em feel shit,
Lump ‘em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this,
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut,
Have a nigga OD ‘cause it's never enough.

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
It go one, two, three to the fourth,
That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls,
Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew,
In hell's kitchen I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states,
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps,
We the streets that's watchin', boy, move diligent,
You better walk like a nigga on a tightrope do.
Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission,
First assignment, give ‘em that shit they been missin',
My new edition's way bitchin',
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction.
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease,
Generic rap's just not potent like P's,
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle,
I peel off, chest naked on Katanas,
Spaghetti head, Mobb niggas is full-bred,
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street.
Get respect and love all across the board,
We've been adored for keepin' it raw, nothing less or more,
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all niggas just nil.

[Chorus: Havoc]
‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make ‘em feel shit,
Lump ‘em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this,
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut,
Have a nigga OD ‘cause it's never enough.