Dna

Jump right on the side, not too many people saw us
Thinkin' about who gotta get robbed
Because the Mobb got a job for us
Rise
Check this out, you already know what it is
I'm chillin' with my boy Juice
Hip-Hop knockin' at your fuckin' door, nigga
Hip-Hop Info
Serbia, nigga
Hip-Hop Info
Hip-Hop Info, let's do it
Let's talk about it

Come through, black hoodie, black mask, black truck
Fully automatic sprayin' at you, better back up
Act up, get clapped up, don't let this rap shit fool you
Must've lost your noodles, motherfucker, I will shoot you
In a hot second, and for the record
When it come to drama, niggas know I got a fetish
Call the paramedics, your boy leakin' bad
Night night, nigga, wrap him in a sleepin' bag
A war goin' on no man is safe from
Think about Ice, Will and me and get your face done
When it come to slugs, nigga, I don't waste none
You know I walk with it, know it's on the way, son
And when I'm in Serbia, you know I got the juice
Chillin' with Juice, top down in the coupe
Aim, ready, shoot, hand over the fuckin' loot
Mobb Deep forever, nigga, somethin' you already knew

Ever since a little yook, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just bust
Ever since a little yook, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just bust
Ever since a little yook, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just bust

Jump right on the side, not too many people saw us
Thinkin' about who gotta get robbed
Because the Mobb got a job for us

Yeah, yeah, you wanna back down, but now there's no time (Uh-huh)
Hear twenty-five years, nigga, in behind (Yeah)
I was growin' up with the Queens niggas (Brrat)
And thank God I never had to pull the trigger
'Cause I learned to recognize hustlers and snitches (Yeah)
I know a popo's shit, and damn, I know bitches (Yeah)
You find yourself in a mirror and in my lyrics
Take this serious, now it's time, I'ma get it
I don't need the fame, I will spread your brain for fans
Your nerves are spent, wild style, breakdance
I'm not married, and if it's fuckin' necessary
Let's make a party on the cemetery, yeah
And we should spread more love, not war
'Cause my shit is poppin', '93 pravi zapis
I've been followin' Mobb Deep since "Peer Pressure"
Vostok od Belgrade, BMW, Nike pressure

Ever since a little yook, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just bust
Ever since a little yook, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just bust
Ever since a little yook, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just bust

Jump right on the side, not too many people saw us
Thinkin' about who gotta get robbed
Because the Mobb got a job for us
Because the Mobb got a job for us
Jump right on the side
The Mobb got a job for us
Job for us
The Mobb got a job for us