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Mobb Deep - Right Back at You (Official Audio) ft. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Big Noyd
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Big Noyd
Big Noyd
Vocals
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
Les McCann
Les McCann
Sampled Artist
PhD
PhD
Sampled Artist
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Tajuan Perry
Tajuan Perry
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
Producer
Schott Free
Schott Free
Co-Producer
Louis Alfred III
Louis Alfred III
Recording Engineer
Tony Smalios
Tony Smalios
Mixing Engineer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

94, 95 Is all about crim Yeah, yeah, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence I don't give a fuck about my presence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7, Mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this 'Cause now you bump head with kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blasting Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear 'cause you the one in danger Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born I put the glock on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on (get it on) nigga, do what we gotta do You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you Check it out, check it out, check it out now Check it out, check it out, check it out now Check it out, check it out, check it out now Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from 'Cause where I'm from, nigga's pack nothing but the big guns Around my way, nigga's don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed with the three pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills 'Cause real nigga's don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done Six blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you With macs and tech's to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuck What the hell you smoking, what the fuck possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my times, black mask and black? serpent? Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 Cause I, put in a drop on you kid now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on, nigga do what we got to do You walking meal walking right back at you Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, drop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and players on his team Who's organise, all eyeballs is on cream And your whole clique got nothing but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninja on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and nigga's getting wet up in the projects But with no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lie From smoking that 118 chiny tye Why?, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed With a firepack, don't even go there 'cause it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Les Mccann, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Dennis D. Coles, Albert Johnson, Tajuan Akeom Perry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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