Quiet Storm Remix

In broad daylight, get right
Just been through it all, man
Blood, sweat, and tears
Niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more son, word to mother, yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo
Let y'all niggas know right now
Word to mother for real, for real (Queen Bee, baby)
That shit is the truth (Lil' Kim, B.I.G), I'm not lyin'

Yo, blowin' niggas with rusty-ass German things
Keepin' it thorough is our motherfuckin' claim to fame
Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all
Hit 'em with the four, don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Get at me, niggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rat me? Put it right where they back be
Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer
Sendin' kites with the Motorola's, yo

Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats
Since a little dude, eating niggas food buck-50's
Niggas can kill me but they comin' wit' me
How about that? Send the Queen Bee to attack
Only a fly bitch like that can leave 'em relaxed
Rock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead
Yo, I smile up in your face (uh, uh) though I'm plottin' instead

Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

Hot damn, ho, here we go again
Light as a rock, bitch (uh), hard as a cock, bitch (uh)
This shit knock for blocks through hardtops
In the parking lots where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot
My Brooklyn style speak for itself
Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt
The embezzler, chrome treasurer
The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya (uh, uh)

I'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit (uh-huh)
Comin' in this game on some modeling shit
Bitches suck cock just to get to the top
I put a hundred percent in every line I drop (word)
It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B
Queensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P, what?
Y'all wish y'all lived the life I live
Ayo, Prodigy (uh, uh), tell 'em what this is Dunn

Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut (yo)
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

I could never get enough of it, yo, that's my shit
I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it
Makes the projects love it
We come through like, "Fuck it"
Y'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it
Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait
At the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost

It's gangster how we rock, while you watch
Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
With big jewelry and big guns
We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody
Twist niggas fronting, get to running
'Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping
M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping
When my niggas step in the place (uh-uh), damn, you gotta love it

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

Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

It's the real (hip-hop, baby)
Hah, it's the real, baby
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop