Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Amerikaz Nightmare

Throw Your Hands (In The Air) Lyrics

Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah

 C'mon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh

 Just throw your hands in the air

 Yeah.. Yo

 

 [Havoc]

 I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear its crystal

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

 I don't kill you thats 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, cause 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' cuz 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

 

 [Chorus]

 So if you goin' thru 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 lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans

 

 [Prodigy]

 Theres 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

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [Havoc]

 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 shit

 Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch.

 

 [Prodigy]

 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

 

 [Chorus]

 

 Yeah

 M-O-B-B Baby

 (Just throw up your hands)

 0-4.. Kanye

 Flip it out my nigga