Kanye and we have M O B B, yo, yeah

It's like that calm before the storm, you know

C'mon drop that, yeah, uh-huh

Just throw your hands in the air, yeah yo I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear it's crystal

I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through

I don't kill you that's what it'll do

Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo

We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love

Often above them cowards and them so called thugs

When we come through respect is there, 'coz we demand it

Know the Mobb is in the building, we officially landed Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't stand us

Try to raid us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras

Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin'

'Coz it might be a chance that it won't pop off

If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin' it on

You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl

My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off

This southern cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross So if you goin' through it but you won't let it hold you down

Just throw up your hands, c'mon ma

We gon' party to the crack of dawn let's get it on

With the girls and me and my mans There's only few things I die for

Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for

We don't take time off, we take rhymes off

Come with somethin' better than that, to blow your mind more

Gettin our shine on, I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb

Rain on your parade and you can thank God

Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin'

Really it wasnt called for, and you don't want it To call for it, don't play my gun, it go off

Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead

Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas

Out there like the concord

I show you how to get murdered

And the cops never catch on

I show you how to do songs, then after than show

You how to do them contracts and get yours So if you goin' through it but you won't let it hold you down

Just throw up your hands, c'mon ma

We gon' party to the crack of dawn let's get it on

With the girls and me and my mans So if you goin' through it but you won't let it hold you down

Just throw up your hands, c'mon ma

We gon' party to the crack of dawn let's get it on

With the girls and me and my mans We ain't finished yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon

You know that thing in the stash box

Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt

You know we gon' lock ass

Inevitable, can't control them slugs

Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs

Flood the block with nothin' but that gangsta ***

Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch It's plain to see, that you could never snake me

I never let the grass grow past my Nikes

Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick outside

With thermo shirts underneath tees

I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people

Try and contest Mobb Deep, uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon So if you goin' through it but you won't let it hold you down

Just throw up your hands, c'mon ma

We gon' party to the crack of dawn let's get it on

With the girls and me and my mans Yeah M O B Baby

Just throw up your hands

0-4 Kanye

Flip it out my nigga