Mobb Deep - Where It's At lyrics

What, what Uh, uh What, uh What, yeah Uh, yo Yo, what Yo, uh Yo, uh [Charli] Say Mobb Deep, n***as go sorry n***as might rob me See these n***as that go with car figures Papers dial mine, clothes custom figure Matchin' Jon Gotti to roll through customs n***a Roll the custom built sh**, I bust them clips n***as trust my lips, while they s** they dicks Plus the Kiss be the Long Goodnight Murderous b**h be the wrong in spiked-typed Price right, be that song, the right type But only if Havoc and P spittin' wit' me And they say they gon' see that C.B. nice wit' it Hinnesy and Rimmy, and give me some ice wit' it Shake down, n***as'll throw some dice in it Put your Money on Chuck or in 9-9, you're f**ed Try your luck, stress this red-head I mix blood in my dye, like my faily ties [Chorus: Havoc & Charli] When you in the mix with this sh** Skin and bones, nothing but the fists Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid Other dogs posted up over here n***as f**in' up, where my n***as at huh? n***as be frontin', where my n***as at what? Yo they don't want it This is live n***a rap Scared getta gat but if not, it's cool Cause right here is where it's at [Havoc] Yo, when I foul out on lab mouse One nut and I'm out Ain't tryin' to stick around, let a n***a catch me out of bound Don't give a f** about a rumor Know how I get down Let my man's do it, he gots to right to it Known Jay come through the door, still like they "Who this?" Don't got beef, but got n***as, serious ones Make sure a n***a here, plus lasted wars And stay countin' all that cash when I'm f**in' wit' 'Un' f** around with my funds, got a bring a gun Please don't make me have to puncture ya lungs [Ty Nitty] Cause we the ones rockin' 'em, the ones toppin' 'em Gold bars unpredictable, like Mystikal and Shock and 'em We heavenly like BIG, Pac and them Mobb Deep and Charli Baltimore, who's coppin' 'em Who's lockin' 'em, who's hotter then them It's like a dice game and Crack Tito totterin' them [Chorus] [Prodigy] Yo, all and together we gon' rush the front door Get at them They dumpin' our songs, so now it's on Infamous, my n***as pop clips to this And fight to it n***as respect it, it's like we magnetic It's like the last thing you want is drama Go at the girls, have a good time, don't make it a problem While we pop bottles of Mo' Burn down bottles of 'dro Smack that a** of models and ho's Rappin', all ya'll some rag old bunnies Ready to jump off I'm on the side fondlin' this Marcy Black Barbie doll, Q.B. b**hes ready to brawl Charli Baltimore payin' dues, got it 'em balled At the bar slashin' b**hes Over some n***as From a Wayne cell, we stuff back in '96 Spaid like... swallow the Gin, we musclin' in Play ya par kid, don't be a talkative Marvin [Chorus]