Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Thun & Kicko lyrics

[Verse 1: (Prodigy)] You's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef A backseat criminal that pa** the heat To somebody that blast the heat Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street? A villain on the vinyl; an an*log outlaw Alot of gats on your DAT, taped southpaw You thuggin' when the mic's plugged in Barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense You wild on the two inch Got your platinum plaques to prove it Your music's been around the World movin' And it comes right back around on the ground, don't it? Now it's time to face your opponent Infamous cling to this real sh**, stuck where we started at f** that, not because we have to, I want to I love this sh**, the raw is what I live for To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more To see the n***as that can't pay rush the door Wilin' on the dancefloor When they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war But it's a different type of effect, it's not violence They're just tranced by the advance Tranqu'ed by the sound bank Put under the drum, numbed off of our sh** Now who you rockin' wit'? Them or us? Deep love or cheap lust?, QB or bust Infamous 'till we pa** on You laughing at the wrong sh**, I take action Defend my confidantes n***a, I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog As we move through the stage fog I need to ba** more So I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL And lose it, say no more, brace your delf, n***a it's on.. Verse 2: (Cormega) (yo, back up yo..) Whose tale you tellin'? Are you frail or felon? Were you makin' sales or watchin' n***as sellin'? You exploit n***as lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em You never felt the moisture in the air over coke boilin' You never felt the razor scrapin' your plate Your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' cause there's paper to make You never felt the power of invincibility Clutchin' a gun like, f** it dun, it's him or me At your best you was a hand-to-hand No more than three grams What the f** you know about a ki', man? You never hustled Lets get it right, my n***a Y would've stuck you Stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen What you tryin' to do? Help the guys in blue? Indict n***as so that can be another rhyme for you? You a parasite, you never had a life So you throw other n***as lives in your pad at night It's clever when you write it Spoken well for a dude who never been indicted You know the deal mothaf**a, the real make the fake n***as kneel And lose appetites when you taste n***as steel My rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real I'm like Big, you can't replace the sk**, I laced it ill Like c**aine in Scarface's grill Your mothaf**in' flow is basic, chill I'm Cormega, raw forever Y'all n***as know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens You minor league I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team Your whole team is p**y, when I squeeze, vaginas bleed My lyrics stay official I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal Your n***as, they won't miss you My nickel-plated pistol got sixteen shots, you can take 'em with you To the coffin or DA's office Surgery, nurses screamin', "We lost him!" Life suddenly divorced him f** it, it cost him If you want beef, say no more Brace your self, n***a it's on, we spray Four-Fours, b**h! [Production by Havoc]