*~Hoodlum~*~MobbDeep~Clip~¤

Mobb Deep feat. Big Noyd & Rakim - Hoodlum

[havoc] Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against me
And is it the henny that bend me; I be in the zone
Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone
Dont take personal, but only a minor few can understand
What a nigga feeling; 40-first til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)
Im still breathing. you a must son, we full bread
You aint my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you
I get wit you, handle that on a later note.
We oer-dose eveything is death, we so close
Im trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..
Ready for the bad news til da phone ring
Son is dead, now Im irate over my head seeking revenge.
Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh

[prodigy] Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns
Play the hum leaning back checking out the action
On the benches we drinkin xs
Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this...
Sharply burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidz
And blow all hell fire out ya empire
Live as wire couldnt make my mobb expire or retire
Im letting off til my arms tired
You set quite wit my head full of riot.
Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear
I declare only live niggaz lock this year
96-i lost my dun; 97-it got worse..
Pull money out the team, got to get mork..
And sat down you play the background when shots sound off
Flashbacks of how my man is gone, kb forever in my memory
I spill some henny then I keep it moving

{chorus}: Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin this
Aint nobody stoppin this rakim and imfamous
Reck the hood for you and yours-no doubt crash the bars
You dont really wanna go against the source

[big noyd] Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildness
Its bug, niggaz dug in the projects you holiday thug
Ease up all that illin and grillin
Get ya melon lite up, you niggaz is butt
You want me, Im reppin wb, what?
Where you find me at spillin congac from a cup...