Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Dough Pildin lyrics

[Verse] Listen Don't talk to me about songs cuz i embarra** you 24-carat gold plaques in my living room Same karat the watch. Know the f**ing time I wrap circles around n***as. On my grind I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York By the King from Queens. ?, Long Island Hempstead two to your head, you stop wildin' Look at me now, I'm growned up I turned out to be a Legend in my own time They say, General Bars; He stalks through the night You can hear him in the ghetto Where it's dark cuz the light's all Shot out, Shout out to n***as, put the pot out When they see the boys coming from Deep, it's getting hot out We hit the hideout couple hours and we back Too much money out here to be anything less than paid.. [Hook] You know me, I keep the dough pildin' Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging We turned up in the Street you get found in Same spot you was tryna wild out in [Verse] Big Hammer to waist That's how I gotta move If it ain't the three-fifty It's a knife or a tool For n***as thinking they smooth What I'm supposed to do? I attack motherf**ers who stunt It's not cool. Kids, don't try this at home It's nothin' to play with Enjoy your young life Don't f** with them gauges Cuz these sh**s blow off tops Destroy families. See, n***as get shot ayday b It's ?. Don't f** with plated numbers Ever play me, get your money My pockets is real cakey My life is real crazy But I wouldn't trade it Na, you couldn't make me Get this paper up, it's the only way We gon' eat food, have a place to stay You tell me 'How the f** is you gon' make it?!' If you starve, then you're cold and your a** is bu*t-naked You see [Hook] You know me, I keep the dough pildin' Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging We turned up in the Street you get found in Same spot you was tryna wild out in..