Mobb Deep - There I Go Again / So Long lyrics

(feat. Ronald Isley) (Ronald Isley singing throughout song) (Prodigy and Havoc talking) Yeah yeah Know what I'm sayin' Straight burn biscuits baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son No problem Creepin' it though baby It's gangsta The truth gonna come to the level (Havoc) Yo As this blood flow through my veins I stand before this mic with a stepped up game Some things when I look how they never gonna change It ain't a thing n***as wild Then I'm co*kin' that thing Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin' How many times it have to happen n***as talkin' like they generals They just mere captains The streets there's rules Slugs hit 'emwith infractions And then there's Hollywood if you want some f**in' acting You got these n***as out mis-representin' they hood Give 'em heart now they icin' I'm like n***a what's good? Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs Blaze 'em down gives a f** about the next n***a rep Play around find yourself getting' cheated by d**h Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best (Chorus) You know a n***a I be tryin' to chill But now then I'ma hafta run these n***as a drill (no doubt) Ther comes a time in Every n***a life when he's face to face with that ole' k** or be k**ed And here I go again Grabbin' my steel Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these n***as a drill (run 'em) There come a time in Ever n***a life when he's face to face with that ole' k** or be k**ed (Prodigy) Ay yo Don't make me have to body something f** you and what you known for To me you're nothin' I don't see why in the world To me you frontin' And if you was that n***a Then you still mean nothing Homes (what) My gun is bustin' f** all y'all n***as my stomach is touchin' And I be right there on Murdle Ave Come through You b**h a** n***as wouldn't know what to do I get bullet proof love Pounds and hugs You get extorted by the thugs that gew up in your hood You get k**ed f**in' with P You really should Not do that I use that Lugar good Catch a bad one Ran dunn raggity You got f**ed up and left for dead in the street (Havoc) Yo Who wants it with Hav Who want it with P Not near one of y'all And I put that on me But ifâ?¦ (Chorus) (Havoc) Yo Believe me dog there's more than co*kin' and squeezin' and Afterward that n***a still be breathin' and Who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then For a reward n***a just might turn you in I take it further and I might just murder him That mouthpiece all together I'm curbin' him It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens It's very real Ain't got no time to pretend (Prodigy) Yo Feelin' it thugs I dump a magazine on you dunn I'll run up on you n***as with the ?master? glove Dunn there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt I know it's nothin' for you The pain to have me k**ed I respect the laws of war and love I live by them sh**s Y'all n***as not ready for this You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed Spray it dunn Straight out sh** it when them guns come out (Chorus x2) (Ron Isley singing) (Woman singing x6) We've got to learn to swallow our pride It's hard just to let things ride Maybe one day things will change As of right now let me show you something