Mobb Deep - So Long lyrics

rate me

[Verse One: Havoc]

Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked

now you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops

tryin' to verify your government

they got you now, they lovin' it,

they wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past

though I can't see your problem

you was still young at the time

did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time

never told you to slow down

resee your crown heights, you wild

all I could say was be careful

give you a dap to bounce

shit that you went through

watched the drama amount

gave a fuck long, you wasn't part of the body count

now I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration

till the interveine, when you first started catching cases

fuck to this, dunn, now you in there

gotta hold it down, you mother's only son

and I'ma ride for you, baby, 'cause a lot of it is still love

I'm still there, when you get home, I'ma be there

Chorus: Havoc (4x)

You gotta (hold on)

No matter (how long)

And it seems (so long)

[Verse Two: Prodigy]

I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault

'cause I fronted you that money to get that dough

any man's ain't accountable for they action

still and all I feel responsible for you being gone

I hit the mall 'till it happened, k.a. now & then

just so, you can live and keep your little cosmetics

in that five years, it was a little dough we made

out of sight, out of mind, naw dog

it's not me, I miss you

you on my mind daily

even though I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me

trying to get my shit together

so you could be proud, when you touch down

we got businesses to run now

peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house

on some pety crime shit, boy we was not playin'

on occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end

Black, and bone crazy ass

reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humour

talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler

tellin' me, how you'll deaf, to see your nose out

you need to bring your black ass home

and cut that bullshit out

I could remember me and killa would test our new guns in the projects

'cause that's where police won't come, iller g

my nigga 'till death do us

you almost home, until then

hold ya head, dunn

Chorus: Havoc (4x)

You gotta (hold on)

No matter (how long)

And it seems (so long)