Quiet Storm lyrics

Artist  : Mobb Deep 
Song : Quiet Storm



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[Havoc]
In broad daylight get right..
Just
been through it all man
Blood sweat and
tears
Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades
in*}
What the fuck else can happen yo?
We
done seen it all, and been through it all
yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to
mother, for real, for real
That shit is the
truth
I'm not lyin..

[Prodigy]
I put
my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm
the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah
you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with
them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin
them
Make my route while the sun's out and
scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight,
get right
Fuck your life - hop on my
ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines
from growin, I'll make your blood stop
flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if
he askin (yeah aight)
Now here come the mack
10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the
Dunn language
What the drilly with that
though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on
Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin 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 shit

Chorus:
Havoc

Cause it's the real shit, shit to
make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the
club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum,
the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em
feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit,
have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop
*echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
enough

[Prodigy]
Yo the P rock forty
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
Killer bee who still livin, even my
pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was
seven (yup)
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 D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody
tryin to change what's left
And through all of
that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all
brand new niggaz 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
Iraq business
Do things for the kids (the
little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the
crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR'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 shit beat in
For real..
(yo)

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the
real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop
*echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you
wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your
eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause
it's never enough

[Prodigy]
It go one,
two, three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double
got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to,
stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I
chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all
across the unified states
Sit down and sup
with top rap reps
We the streets that's
watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like
a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first
infantry, first division fourth mission
First
assignment -- give em that shit they been
missin
My new edition's way bitch
Those
that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your
diseased
generic rap's just not potent like
P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the
throttle
I peel off chest naked on
Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full
bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton
bone shirts
and verses, but 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 adored, for keepin it raw,
nuttin less or more
I score everytime for
sure
while the rest of y'all niggaz just
nil
(To the real..)

Chorus:
Havoc

Cause it's the real shit, shit to
make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em
in the club shit, have you wildin out when you
bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em
feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit,
have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop
*echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never
enough
(the real... hip-hop *echoes*)