Extortion lyrics

Artist  : Mobb Deep 
Song : Extortion



 Send "Extortion" Ringtone to your Cell 

  featuring  Method Man

Intro:

Yeah...
Time to let these niggaz know Son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherf**kin understand
KnowhatI'msayin?  Time to hit em with the third
degree
Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G
Yo...

Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click
despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third
degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your first
born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly sh*t that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious well
you sin
f**kin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock
it
And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the
Wind
My crime work, ninja style sh*t was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from
tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the
boss
of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get
lovely
Never fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down
immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it
slaps when
heavy load my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click,
Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

 
(Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)

Verse Two: Havoc, Method

Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like
abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce
it
Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic
disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click then
recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you
little bit*h

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before
you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
shits 
You f**kin with, top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust
pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherf**kers you ain't heard
of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed
to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we
food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bit*h
back out 
and then played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
What?  Young, black, and don't give a f**k
If the next crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, give that up kid,
extortion)

Bottom line, what the f**k you wanna do
You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherf**ker with the most lumps
Chew on that shit
Punk faggot (word up)
Burn his as* like a book of matches
[Yeah, that's just about it]
Under pressure like fat bit*hes...