Bloodshed and War - Mobb Deep, Da Youngsta's

Don’t get scared, just be prepared for the worst

The streets coerced my mind with crime

My 9 busts shots and outbursts

Through your back out your thinker

And show these crab niggas the power of the finger

Quran, you wouldn’t believe the shit I fell upon

It was me and Havoc sippin' on Moet Chandon

I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief

Found a backpack full of G notes

And like a thief, I snatched it up

Back at the crib I stashed it up

Waited two days and started spendin' it fast as fuck

Straight up splurgin'

Open like a virgin with her first piece of dick, 10 yards ain’t shit

I blessed all the gods with thousands and cars

No more hustlin', now we can open up bars

To wash all this money clean

Nigga, it’s the American dream, but it ain’t as easy as it seems

‘Cause now these mob niggas looking for they cream

And word got back through this fiend that it was me

Who stole they lucci

Now they putting out hits tryin' to shoot me

But I’m out in L.A. on the low livin' Gucci

And lavish, they tryin' to take they money back

It’s two to they cabbage, Quran, what’s the haps, kid?

(Man its whatever, I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)

We all one when when it comes down to it

Bloodshed and war, yo, we gotta live through it

I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs

The steel having niggas running like fire drills

We sending fronters on permanent vacations like Jason

You’ll get cut in half and left with your heart racin'

By the TEC you’ll get smashed together like a cleavage

And left a mystery like when Mary had Jesus

Nigga, I’m sniping crowds

Like that white kid on Higher Learning

Leave you on the ground with your fucking chest burning

What!

We breaking out and unstoppable like acne

I’m rough and rugged, you cut more slack than khakis

When the Philly takes you to another state of mind

It causes you to wild and commit mad crimes

We dwell in the dark trees, sellin' Jeeps, '95 Blazers

Call us a bunch of hell raisers

Timberlands and Skullys is all you see

When you enter the harsh and rugged lands of Illy Philly

It was a quarter to one, friday night

Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn, called up my son

«Son, yo, come through, I got a proposition for you

Keep it on the low so the plan won’t spoil»

My crew’s loyal, they came over in a minute

Then we kicked 'bout this nigga who think he getting bigger

Pumping on our side

Don’t even know him from a hole in the wall

Tonight is gonna be his downfall

So fuck him and everything he stand for

About this time he’d be on the corner

Slingin;

with a crackhead that be bringin

Sales to the building, plus the bitch is fiendin'

I figure we can get the goods, kill the nigga

And being that we live right next to the river

We can catch him off guard

Throw him in the water for the Coast Guard

Come on, God, the shit ain’t hard

Think!

Throw on your gear and cover up your face

And keep your eyes open for the Jakes

The snakes and the snitches

Don’t wanna see a nigga with the riches

Acting like a little bunch of bitches

Pointing me out in pictures

When five-oh is like, «You know who this is?»

It’s Havoc, you better recognize and realize

They call me the Godfather son

I smoke L’s and pack guns, keep niggas on the run

Cocaine, I’m on the scale measuring grams and O’s

Hoes came out with no clothes

So I can wake up in the dough

I keeps a 9 in my freezer

Cold blood flows within my veins, cold heart like Lebanese

Sippin' on Champ, its all about C notes and grants

Living elegant in a Lex coupe Allaire

Plus a young hustler carrying guns

Sellin' coke for funds, flippin' keys by the tons

Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep

No sleep nor do they eat, bed around 6 feet deep

More goals to be achieved in this hip hop dream

But shit ain’t the same as my eye see cream

I dwell by the minute, I gots to make more cash

C notes accumulating every day in my stash

Making hits, '95, the raw clique

M30 with my lady Motorola phone flips

The quick gamer, full blooded money maker

Sharp razor, drinking daqs in Jamaica