Scott Free - Give It Up Fast lyrics

[Produced by Havoc] [Nas] Got out the airport, the Mobb picked me up in the truck Jewelry chunky like f**, I ain't scared to get stuck So what's the deal Papi? You heard the feds almost got me? I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby Negotiating like Illuminati, network With catch a body experts, in retrospect to the foul connect When I lost, but back then was my fault Now it's time to floss, eye for a eye what's mine is yours I need a suite with the flowers complimentary at Trump Towers Sit at the table we can build for hours On getting rich, it's a cinch, take a glimpse "The World Is Yours" written all over the blimps Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning With Quaaludes and cream and loads of women rocking linen I got a plan to blow to Hiroshima, Japan Moving n***as out the hood and just divide it with fam Ay yo the b**hes, like Gee Money said to his man 'll ride the dick like a horse with the cowboy brand [Hook] Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not going to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know, Mobb Deep is running this sh** QBC, n***a rep your clique [Havoc] Yo son, I'm feeling it Opposition want me dead, concealing sh** From gats got me living, kid, rushing through my pyramid You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary Had to bury n***as on my side that snitch Ran his mouth like a b**h, now he's laying in the ditch That he dug for himself, on his grave I had to piss Scud missile, never miss you, hit you Scratch you off my list, Gemstar rip through Your mental, deeper, you ain't having it, me neither It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers Rapper Noyd make these n***as into believers (Yo Noyd, what up with this cat right here, man? Word up) [Big Noyd] The tough guy screwing me? I guess he got plans to ruin me He wanted to do me, slowly but surely I peeked his fast a** a bit early Grabbed him by his wig, his sh** was curly (Put the chrome to his dome) let him know it's never early You can slide, before I snatch the heat from his side Saw the devil in despise by the look in his eyes He was surprised how I snatched him up, regulated his gat And backed him up, stepped to the side, P blast him up [Prodigy] Yeah yo, cannons erupt, you got strucked up abstrusely Some rapper n***a playing thug tried to approach me (Yo, k** that n***a Man!) All I remember was I shot for his throat G You see big guns in 3-D, it's haunting It gets deep, f**ing with these Chinese Thai weed burning my hip from hot gats Burning my lips from roach clips Catch me on the 40th and Bootlegger, in the AM These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs Four in the morning we throwing back some Cognac juice Letting gats loose, the blue van blitz through These pissed two couldn't find the pistol Ay yo, hopped out the Lexus, holding my necklace I'm bent off some next sh**, gasoline with a kerosene twist Stumbling, placing my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre Looking for chicks that he can stab now Numbed up from my fiery cup of hell juice Some singed nectar, Satan's fountain of youth Mega action, b**hes all around ready to f** Big a**es, you raw-dogging sh**, pressing your luck My pipe game's like a night train, top speed through your womb-piece Rated X to say the least [Hook] Give up the p**y fast, quick and not slow Not going to the 'tel if it ain't a freak show Son you know, Mobb Deep is running this sh** QBC, n***as rep they clique Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not going to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know, Mobb Deep is running this sh** QBC, n***as rep they clique