Nas & Mobb Deep - It's Mine lyrics

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Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah<br />

[HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it<br />

Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)<br />

[hahahaha] Infamous two thousand<br />

(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)<br />

[AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]<br />

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[Havoc]<br />

Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death<br />

Like the terminal I'll takin they last breath<br />

Read your last rites - God, forgive me<br />

For the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life<br />

Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else<br />

Readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal<br />

Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head<br />

Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red<br />

Sleep with half closed eyelids<br />

Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get<br />

Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when<br />

Niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet<br />

Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler<br />

With they hand on the biscuit<br />

Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?<br />

Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife<br />

On my thousand dollar mattress<br />

It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me<br />

A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me<br />

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Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}<br />

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Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..<br />

What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine<br />

Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..<br />

What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine<br />

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[Prodigy]<br />

I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill<br />

If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well<br />

(Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it<br />

So when they start shootin, we'll stop the music<br />

Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)<br />

Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin<br />

(Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance<br />

Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions<br />

That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions<br />

(You feel me? You feel me?)<br />

You feel me? I'll write a graphic page<br />

Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects<br />

We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music<br />

(Don't get no realer than this!)<br />

It's more real than any words I can muster<br />

Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)<br />

Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us<br />

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Chorus<br />

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[Nas Escobar]<br />

Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt<br />

Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert<br />

Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing<br />

And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink<br />

Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy<br />

Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor<br />

Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin<br />

Just to think, that was yesterday's action<br />

Cause today goes either way - we came a long way<br />

From hallway steps and hand-me-down shit<br />

Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam<br />

Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home<br />

Quincy Jones posters<br />

Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs<br />

Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic<br />

Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic<br />

Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son<br />

NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come<br />

Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds<br />

When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon<br />

I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson<br />

Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it<br />

Cremate your flesh to ashes<br />

You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket<br />

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Chorus<br />

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[Nas]<br />

The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)<br />

Ill Will..<br />

You need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck<br />

What y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck<br />

Thug, life, is, mine<br />

Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..<br />

What y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine