Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Till the Angels Come lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] I let you n***as have your fifteen But I'm running next Don't duck and run, I'm crushing this, son Just f** 'em and nothing less Used to hustle s**ers for pack of gushers and dubs of sess And now I puff some pounds every month I don't be f**in stressin' No need for up(ward) inflection Got it(guide it) till there's nothing left Showing no contesting I'm just laughing at who I'm up against Buncha frail f**s, b**hes with they tails tucked Hope you ain't thinking we believing the things you tell us Hope you ain't thinking bout some beefing cuz that's a L brah Wolf gang coming with that pack like a mail truck n***as can not stop me, Doms drops kamikaze Outloud the chop to the top notch and got it bodied Smoother than maserati, not in the novice lobby n***a watch me droppin that constant sh** that you gotta copy Show me that sh** you be on, [I] already got it prolly n***a hella co*ky on my hustle, don't you f**ing knock me [Hook: Domo Genesis] Apply pressure from all angles To go against it is dangerous Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us You n***as claiming that famous stuff We just staying the same, stacking papers till the angels come Applying pressure from all angles To go against it is dangerous Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us You n***as claiming that famous stuff We just staying the same, stacking papers till the angels come [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Ain't no loving cuz a thug with multiple drug addicts Rippin' n***a automobiles with this automatic Record label drop me, I drop the package to my knees Flip on some catches, chop some ounces, now I'm even bigger Stay by the whipper, that gangsta n***a – gangsta sh** Under surveillance, got federal agents at the crib Them crackers say I'm movin' thangs on airplanes So spare me with the stress, I shot my load to some spare change Them G packs, back in the streets – jack Back in the spot that keep the smokin' off their knee caps Turning *rookies into regulars could get free shots I got them yappas, bigger choppers than the police got And them n***as know it, bigger sh** I'm flowin' I know they gon get me one day in the morning So when I wake up I praise the Lord, roll up a blunt and f** my b**h Make that a** get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss Nasty Gibbs Make that a** get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss Smokin' dodo cu some jungle just got smoked over some priests Play with y'all just like the west, I'm up for life cuz life's a b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Baby girl tweekin' on that moon rock Me, I just keep it simple, let the Dom pop You let the champagne splash on the girl's head It ain't a party till some champagne gla** break Get in that stupid dough, spittin' that future flow Grand poobah bars, the infamous large This is how I do it, get this money, live large My head is not a stairway for me, I fire arms Thugged-out Hippy, super dope with a rap sheet From the ceiling to the floor, all kind of charge Counts of robbery, a**aults and battery I'm just a fellow with a talent for spillin' This Dog-Back-Alley sh** over these great beats Police, Miami means the all when they got me straight to the pound box Straight up, out well Curl a n***a body up then peel off in a hot wheel I thought I told you, these n***as never listen I popped a Desert eagle off and make ya b**h piss in- Side of your car, I'm tryin' to relax But you push me to the limit, I'mma take you to the max [Hook]