Mobb Deep - Quiet Storm (remix) lyrics

In broad daylight get right Just been through it all man Blood sweat and tears n***az is dead and sh** What the f** else can happen yo? We done seen it all, and been through it all yo Let y'all n***az know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That sh** is the truth I'm not lyin I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the 'Quiet Storm' n***a who fight rhyme P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them n***a 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 f** 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 a** if he askin (yeah aight) Now here come the mack 10 You'se a dick blower, tryin to 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 sh** 'Cause it's the real sh**, sh** to make em feel sh** (the real) Lump em in the club sh**, have you wildin out when you bump this (Hip-hop) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a n***a OD cause it's never enough It's the real sh**, sh** to make em feel sh** (the real) Lump em in the club sh**, have you wildin out when you bump this (Hip-hop) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a n***a O-D 'cause it's never enough Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang gla** tables Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke A n***a like me hold tecs, are you the same too? Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin k**er bee who still livin, even my pops too He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup) I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (pow) I love my pops for that, I love my n***a D-Black I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left And through all of that a n***a ain't scared of d**h All y'all brand new n***az just scared to d**h I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right Wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq 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, n***a please Don't make me have to risk my freedom We worked our whole life for this, you get your sh** beat in For real (yo) 'Cause it's the real sh**, sh** to make em feel sh** (hip-hop) Lump em in the club sh**, have you wildin out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a n***a O-D 'cause it's never enough It go one, two, three to the fourth That n***a P-Double got that sh** 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 top rap reps We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent You better walk like a n***a on the tight rope Duke Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission First a**ignment give 'em that sh** they been missin My new edition's way b**h Those that listen, get addicted to my diction f** rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased 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 n***az 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, nuttin less or more I score everytime for sure While the rest of y'all n***az just nil (To the real) 'Cause it's the real sh**, sh** to make em feel sh** (hip-hop) Lump em in the club sh**, have you wildin out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a n***a O-D 'cause it's never enough It's the real sh**, sh** to make em feel sh** (the real) Lump em in the club sh**, have you wildin out when you bump this (Hip-hop) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a n***a O-D cause it's never enough (The real hip-hop)