Mobb Deep - Get It Forever lyrics

rate me

(ft. Nas)

[Verse 1: Havoc]

Niggas know and if they don't

I shoot 'em in the head, whatever rock his fucking boat

Niggas in my face, you better leave before you can't

I lay shots like (?)

I'm hot check the critics, call the paramedics

Your man was talking reckless so you know he had to get it

Me and money's magnetic, and you the polar opposite

Come through, bitch start dropping it, getting low

I don't gotta trick, the only magic I know

Wore the number 32 and retired some time ago

So check the liner notes and miss me with the bullshit

Miss me with it or get hit with a full clip

I'm back on it, you can bet your ass on it

I'm so sure that I could put my fucking last on it

And if I didn't sell then you know I rapped on it

Beat so ugly, gotta put a fucking mask on it

[Hook: Prodigy]

We get it forever

It's on forever

Calm down, never

Slow it down, never

We get it forever

We do this forever

It's on forever

Calm down, never

Slow it down, never

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

Looking through my eyes' view I see nothing but

Success for us, non-stop nothing but

Long money, long jab I stretch

Wrap around the Earth, 80 times 10

Warm breezes and Barbado nights

Living sweet yea but it's a cold life

You know we strapped in, best you buckle up

I did my little bid in (?) so what's up

Dare a nigga trouble us, make my niggas risk all of this

Infamous good shit, so quick

I'll be back inside the cage, my rage is unchanged

For this change, (?)

Change and pinky rings, estates for the kings

A Queens-bred gentlemen, she know how we bang

You tamper with this plush lifestyle, may you lay

In a hole 'til you ferment, your bones decay

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nas]

We come from where murders occur often on late nights

Niggas is high and they eyes be red as two brakelights

Medical marijuana, Henny bottles, and Grey Goose

Semis and shottys on deck, everybody's face screwed

But you know this already, my hood the coldest and deadly

Soldiers is ready, I am boastful, forgive me

Bitches talking and cops cry when they nigga get washed

(?) if they squashed, go finish that shit that you start

No clip in your Glock, you ain't prepared to fire

We call that riding with no air in your tire

You're flattened, it's a pattern after scrapping

What usually happen, death on arrival

Survival of the fittest, ain't nothing like that Queensbridge shit

Y'all niggas finished, your only chances are diminished

And we don't need no fucking witness

Ain't what you know, it's what you live and we live it