Ain't the track that we flow's on But when shit get hot, then the Glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger man Fo' real it don't get
say he gon' blow Get, get ready for what? Get ready for Cubo So get ready for Cubo, 'cause they say he gon' blow Get, get ready for what? Get ready for
up to Julius Cesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there
believe it went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get '
we go - here we go - here we go - for ??? 1 - 4 the treble, 2 - 4 the time it's an all-4-one roll call, get in line for the roll call - there's a
wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga
your doom. There's no room for the wack. They be givin' a black eye to the game. But there's more than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the lames
leave you all alone Just know I'll come back to you, for now I am gone If it's out there to get, then I'ma go and get it Get it 'til I got nothin' left
' about with hand grenades Pistols, uzis, and nines So get the shit loaded up You better be quick when you're duckin' out I'm standin' there smilin' When
when the crack came/ It ain't too much changed here, seems like it's never gon' get better/ Wonder if we'll ever get to live in peace; Days of our livez
Nigga, break yourself or get broke All I want is the money my cash flow And I'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland We gotta get even
on the daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C
up in shit The better you get, the better we get and that's it Yo, this snake's in the grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom Stop 'em in they tracks, goin' at 'em when
't shit over there The Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here Wherever we at we keep the cliques right there So where ever there's beef is gettin' fixed right there
We don't even give a fuck, get your money up Get your money up, get your money up Stop playin' with yourself, get your money up Get your money up, get
all the money they spent All the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle Then they get upset when
nigga Yeah, S H E E K L O U C H B E sick in the H E A D I worry when y'all stop hatin', it's a problem, waitin' When I'm back to drinkin' old beers