["Clockwork Orange" music plays in the background]
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[Mobb Deep]
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Yeah, check it out like this ya heard? (Woo! )
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Yeah son (yeah)
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Testin one two one two
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That's what I'm talkin 'bout (yo)
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That's what I'm talkin 'bout, Mobb Deep yeah
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Clinton Sparks! We're about to pop off real fast
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This is H right here, got P by my side ya heard?
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(Uh-huh) Let's do it like this, check it out
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Get familiar - Clinton Sparks dunn, whattup dunn?
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Get familiar dunn
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[Verse One: Havoc]
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Hav' spit it, Hav' live it, Hav' pushin it to the limit
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You a gimmick get the shitted smacked out you in a minute
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I'll bend and scoop you up where you pivot, the four-fifthed
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Or get it, when your monkey-ass pass the line of scrimmage
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Reinvented for, harm intended until the endin
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I ain't runnin even if the illest repoitoire's mentioned
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My weapons ain't like yours, my hammers don't wet doors
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I come through blocks nigga, set your shit off
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The streets and them gloves don't, ever come off
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The strong overcome the weak, accept the loss
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Mami run to gangsters, she lookin at a boss
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Homey front there'll be bodies more
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Cause those in my cross you gonna get it catch you in the club split it
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While you drink and get up on them Jacob, your man's weapon
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AJ feel the new Mobb, your worst nightmare
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Trucks wrapped in Kevlars, bitch
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[Chorus: x2]
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Mobb, Deep, Mobb, Deep
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Yeah okay dunn ('kay dunn) 'kay dunn
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Mobb, Deep, Mobb, Deep
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Yeah okay dunn ('kay dunn) 'kay dunn
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[Verse Two: Prodigy]
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Aiyyo word to me, niggaz got so much beef
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That when you come out, you better bring the police
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Better keep one in the head, and turn off the safeties
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Learn how to sleep light cause we break in
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And tape up your kids and your relatives
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Get on some ruthless shit I need sedatives
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To calm me down, wind me down
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I'ma find you even if it take months on the stakeout
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We hittin the club, we out and about
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We bound to see you homey, walk wit'cha gun out
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Industry nigga, you just like a chick
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With her nose up, I squeeze on you and if you live
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Dunn... it's over
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We comin back, for more of that bullets
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And that murder, it be a wrap for you bitch-ass
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Infamous Records, Clinton Sparks
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[Chorus x2]
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Okay Dun
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Clinton Sparks |