Thelonious Martin - MOBB DEEP / JESUS PIECE lyrics

Part 1 - MOBB DEEP [Produced by V Don] [Hook] Jesus Piece set it off Queen Latif Run on me I bang bang Chief Keef Doesn't matter if you call police Causing havoc when we mob deep Me and my n***as mad deep About to give 'em Hell on Earth like Mobb Deep It's gonna be a quiet storm like Mobb Deep Causing havoc when we mob deep [Verse 1] Trying to be the head n***a in charge like Prodigy Who the f** stopping me? Take your b**h take her home and I f** her probably All night long to that Usher discography Cold Game cold-hearted no apologies JFK on the way to wherever them check is Smoking dope in L.A. sipping lean in Texas Lifestyle of the young & reckless Ain't had a meal all day I popped some xans for breakfast [Pre-Hook] Jesus Piece set it off Queen Latif Run on me I bang bang Chief Keef Doesn't matter if you call police Causing havoc when we mob deep [Verse 2] Been having crazy thoughts in my head lately I'm on that f** you b**h pay me If he got it we gonna hit 'em up I need that Bentley truck Whenever that sh** drop So lonely at the top I see no competition My b**h on television No top the roof is missing No top then I'm dismissing I need that head first Nah I need that bread first So much stress that my head hurts [Hook] Jesus Piece set it off Queen Latif Run on me I bang bang Chief Keef Doesn't matter if you call police Causing havoc when we mob deep Me and my n***as mad deep About to give 'em Hell on Earth like Mobb Deep It's gonna be a quiet storm like Mobb Deep Causing havoc when we mob deep Part 2 - JESUS PIECE [Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Verse] Yeah Jesus Piece on my neck the Lord blessed us Went and ran with them chickens like Precious He could've died but he didn't life's precious p**y a** n***as don't want no pressure Bad b**hes like, "Slay, undress us." Claim they're real but they're fake like wrestlers .44s, MAC-11s on the dresser Top notch ho's get the most not the lesser I remember when my uncle threw me my first magnum He said, "Don't be afraid to co*k it either!" They say the streets is a jungle I got jungle fever And if them n***as run up on you you might need it And if them boys run up on you just hide the heater Block bleeder, blood on my wifebeater Turn a good girl into a eater And I don't even leave the crib without it either Cold Game motherf**er!