Mobb Deep - Man Down lyrics

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Intro: Prodigy and Big Noyd

That's my word, GOD! Kick that thug shit, GOD!

Kick that motherfuckin thug shit man! Word up, man!

(What's up, son? What's up?) Word up, get go

(No doubt, nigga!) Money no represent, knowI'msayin?

(All the time, baby) No doubt (YouknowI'msayin?)

Who we got here, son? (Shine, baby, shine)

(Look) Look who we have here, yo! (up in the sky...sky)

Verse 1: Prodigy

Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit

Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin

You fuckin comic, who you kidding?

My nigga's laughing, blood bathin, the world's greatest

In-famous crime-zanous

To interfere would be dangerous

Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength

You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up

by my z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked

My coalition specialises in collision

The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac, spit

and leave ya half-split

You'll be missin much more than a fraction

when it's time for action

Hit em while a man down, make that nigga backspin

Trapped up, a ???? madman

We blastin you're collapsin, heavily light my gold Mac 10

Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin

You get castin the Mobb, deaf and assin

We face splashin, dope fake's ice-pick stabbin

He slow leakin, he 'ternally bleedin for speakin

outta place, niggas get placed back indecent

Live at the main event may I present

Screamin out loud for any squad that's deaf

My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath

It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts

Another satisfied consumer who got blessed

Single out ya army til there's no man left

Chorus:

Man down (Man down, down, down, down....)

*repeat x3*

Lay the fuck down!

Verse 2: Havoc

Infamous cartel, visible evidence

We scarred well, associated team benevolent

Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with

sharp shit that'll rip thru

one hundred layers of Kevlar, sharp like the jim star

Exiled, son, he get sent far

He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest

Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowlest

Catchin court cases, pay for your legal aid

Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that

Invest third place on my best sold rap

On the scrap from the ignorant cats

It'll be dead in a few....just like that

Couldn't bust his gat right (Yo, y'know what?)

But now you bucked your own man, amatuer ass

Homeboy take that ass to class

but you cut in, duckin a reality blast

You catch a D minus fuckin with New York's finest

The conversation from them outsiders

Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp

We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin

We analysin, tell you up front ain't no surprises

We take you down first round, give ya man pound

Chorus

Verse 3: Big Noyd

Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones

to be blowin off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit

Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff

Toss me the fifth so I can bless the GOD with gift

Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this

Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list

First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit

I stick a rocket up in they ass and give em a lift

My marvellous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee

Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see

Shit fienin, now get your fix cos you need it

Fuckin up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret

The only way you weakin is if you beakin this

Sneak devy niggas mischevious

'knowledgin the GOD behind the scene on some snake shit

The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it

We just waitin with patience

Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin

So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon

or you can snatch the Mac for the faggot, ai!

Bang em up, fuck em up

Chorus

Lay the fuck down, down, down, down...