Mobb Deep - Lifestyles of The Infamous lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] My life is all about riches, and b**hes Snitches get stitches Want me to put you on? Keep wishin' You need to learn the rules and conditions There's facts that you missin' Sit back and take notes man, listen First of all, the foundation Money is the root of all evil The C.R.E.A.M. will have you sh**tin' on your people Livin' like lotto, everything is everything Ain't nothin' changed but the clothes that my money bring I'm makin' figures that I never thought possible You tryna slow me down, you'll find yourself in the hospital My crew got the army of Tecs, and Amacuras Kid, you get your cap peeled backward For years, I been tryna blow for years Gettin' bent off my wet, spend a G on beers Livin' life to the fullest, my story ends with a bullet 'Til the coke oil drops to the bottom of the pot My invincible crew will never stop If you lookin', you can find me risin' to the top, I'm a cla**ic Approach my level and get your a** kicked Floatin' in the river witchya body wrapped in plastic I'm tryna make a half a million, triple in size Before my eyes, another part of my team dies I could still hear his voice while he up in the skies While the rest still livin' steady tellin' me lies It's like a bad dream, and I can't wake up But at the same time I love, and I can't give it up [Verse 2: Havoc] I gotta get mines, no matter what the consequences Count all my blessings, add up my weapons co*k back the nine, let my heat serve purpose Sling, do my thing, organized fiend service Tryna make a mil, it's stress, you know the deal So we sling krills, get your cap peeled, cause everything is real But I wanna chill, laid up, in a jacuzzi Sippin' bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi Try to infiltrate my fort, get caught Dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts You get your life lost, never found again my friend Mission completed, watch you droppin' less than 10 On the road to the riches, hittin' snitches off with mad stitches Your last resting place will be your ditch kid No one can stop me, try, your style's sloppy You wanna be me, you're just an imitation copy The theme is all about makin' the green Livin' up in luxury, pushin' fat whips and livin' comfortably [Hook: Prodigy x2] My life is all about riches, and b**hes Snitches get stitches Lifestyles of The Infamous -Phone conversation between Prodigy and Havoc-