Mobb Deep - Rare Species (Modus Operandi) - Sözleri

[Havoc] 



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[Prodigy] 



Yo however do u want however do you need P 

My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality 

You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme 

We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives 

To skin all ya'll cats alive 

Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now 

Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow 

But assuring this, spoon-feeding these 

Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly 

I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this 

Of course kids keepin they sights upon this 

Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks 

We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click 

You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh 

Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh 



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Yo, we the men for the operation 

You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, rare species 

Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's 

From Jones Beach to over-seas from over there 

It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's 



[Havoc] 



Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down 

You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground 

Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin 

You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly 

I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall 

Scheming on my property, we got the remedy 

Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke 

Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know 

The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move 

Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son 

Stick and move, you hear me? 

And that's the way we rock it, the only way to live 

If you really think about it 

Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions 

And my whole cli-tique the same vision 

41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den 

Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something 

That your not and that's not good my friend 

On a personal, I ain't even feelin you cats 

Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps 

We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at 

Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have that 



[Prodigy] 



Four pounds, stumbled off grounds 

Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time 

Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns 

You could run or take the window, son 

Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun 

Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis? 

We twist and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and 

Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully 

Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught 

A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V 

And send me up a hub to a state facilities 

What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf 

Or wait until my time served and get released 

Cool, back on the streets I seen some old drama 

I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma 

These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing 

I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings 

Pulled out, to my man, look out 

Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here 

Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top 

Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket 

Beligerant glass heads, I'm bashing 

No knowledge of the man nor his action 

Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show your heat 

And don't flame it" 

You playin life, wit a man who lives by the sword 

And dies naturally against all common laws 

What, speed on and Peed on 



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