Quiet storm (white lines) lyrics

Artist  : Mobb deep 
Song : Quiet storm (white lines)
 
 [Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with
them
nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them
make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men
unload ten in braw day light get right
fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike
u try to stop mines from growin
I make your blood stop flowin
take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it
I become the mack-10
you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun
language
what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin'
u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics
lying to the pop dog like u got it
you ain't wildin out for the night fish blower
rusty shank holder we live this shit

[Chorus]2X

[Havoc]
It's the real shit nigga make u feel shit[the
real......]
bump it in the clubs shit
have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....]
drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut
have a nigga OD but it's never enough

[Prodigy]
Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white
label
my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass
tables
diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga
like me hold tecs
are you the same too
goin through the emotions of gun holdin
long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he
taught me how to
shoot when I was 7 yo
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used
to scare me[POW!]
I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black
I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change
what's left
and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared
of death
 
all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin'
right
wastin' 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 jungle gym behind the crib so they can
enjoy youth
CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please
don't make me have to risk my freedom
we spent our whole life for this
you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real]

Chorus 1X

[Prodigy]
It go 1,2,3 to the 4th
that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all
people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible
servin' hot plates all across the unified states
sit down and sup with top rap reps
all across we board move diligent
you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke
infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission
1st assignment give 'em that shit they been
missin
my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen
get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write
prescriptions
for your disease generic rap's just not potent
like P's
1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked
on Katanas
spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred full
blown
militin tone I rock the skeleton bone
thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats
so I can put more product out on the street
get respect and love all across the board
we've been endured for keepin it raw
nothin less or more
I score everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll

Chorus 2X