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Mobb Deep
- Quiet storm lyrics

[Intro]
Been through it all man
Blood, sweat, and tears
Niggas is dead and s***t
What the f***k else could happen, yo
I don't think much more, son I don't remember yo
We done seen it all, been through it all yo, let ya Niggas know right know
Word the mother for real for real
That s***t is the truth
We not lying..

[Verse 1]
I put my lifetime in between the papers lines
I'm the quite storm nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him
But I ain't concerned with him
Nigga I pop more guns then you holding them
Made my route while the suns out
In scoulgemin, a low tin
In broad daylight, get right
F***k your life
I pawned my 98 dirtbike
You try to stop minds from growin
I'll make your blood stop flowing
Take affirmative action
To any a*s if he askin
And hear comes the Mac-10
Yous a dick blower, tryin to speak the dun language
What the drilly with that though
It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-Phonics
Infamous Bonics
Lying to the pop dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder we live this s***t.

[Hook]
Cause it's the real s***t
S***t that make em feel s***t
Lump em in the club s***t
Have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga O. D. cause it's never enough (2x).

[Verse 2]
Yo the P rocks 40 inch cables
Drinking White Label
My chain hand down to my dick my peeps band gla*s tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame duke
A nigga like me holds Teks, are you the same too?
Going through the emotions, a gun holding
Long shotguns down my pants, leg limpin
Killer bees still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was 7
I used to buck shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me

I love my pops for that
I love my niggity black
I'll take the life of anybody trying to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All ya brand new Niggas just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffing coke getting right
Wasting my life
Now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates
Invest in the Rap business
Do things for the kids (the little duns)
Build a Jumbo Jim behind the crib, so they could enjoy youth
CVR's, and VCR's
ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this
You get your s***t beated (for reaaaal).

[Hook] (1x).

[Verse 3].

It go 1, 2, 3 to the 4th
That nigga P double got that s***t for yall's
People that rock 2's
Stirring up pots to brew
In hells kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates
All across the unified states
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets that's whatchin boy move dillenger
You better walk like the nigga on the tight rope do
Infamous first infantry
First of vision, fourth mission
First a*signment, give them that s***t they been missing
My new addictions, way bitchin
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
F***k rhymes I write prescriptions
For your disease generic rap just not potent like P
1, 100 C. c. 's on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is full bread
Fully blown, melidentone
I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses
With thirst for worst beats
So I could put, more product out on the streets
Get respect and love, all across the ball
We've been adored, for keeping it raw
Nothing less or more
I score everytime for sure
While the rest of ya niggas just live.

[Hook] (2x) [end]