Sunset Park movie - Back at You lyrics

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Song by Mobb Deep<br /><br>

[Havoc]<br>

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust<br>

Stainless steel gats - they never rust, fin' to bust<br>

You get touched, blessed with the real side of life<br>

Just enough - you couldn't fight it with your strongest mic<br>

Laid down nigga eyes visualize bad perception<br>

Major interference shoot your upper body section<br>

I travel like a two-two bullet, throughout your body<br>

Repped to the fullest, Queensbridge representin<br>

Presentin.. the hollow tip crew<br>

Loose lips sink ships, you talk shit I follow through<br>

Once the kite is sent, I might get bent but still planted<br>

No second thoughts, cause my conscience is demandin<br>

for the bloodshed (bloodshed) I leave that mug red (mug red)<br>

I'm like cancer can't catch me cause I done spread (done spread)<br>

Doorknob dead, enough said from the scene I fled<br>

with the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head<br>

It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back<br>

It's on - what the fuck you say? I'll be right back<br>

with the gat, and temper, end your motherfuckin era<br>

Your shorty set you up you betta dead her<br>

Hunger for the cheddar big Benz or better<br>

Armeretto sours, alcohol consumption<br>

While you - runnin we thumpin<br>

Due to the fact +The Infamous+ is bumpin<br>

Ice grill, son you frontin<br>

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Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 4X)<br>

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It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back<br>

It's on - what the fuck you say? I'll be right back<br>

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[Prodigy]<br>

Welcome to the fact that, here take that<br>

Right back at you, I'm goin at Duke, already ran through<br>

Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after?<br>

(What is it what is it?) The forty-fifth'll make your clothes damper<br>

Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin stainless<br>

Crimes heinous, to all my niggaz hold your bangers<br>

Live in action, if you were dapped then relax then<br>

The fuck you said? I'll be right back with mac's then<br>

blastin, tearin up your Fila fashion<br>

Give him what he ask an' fill you in on what happened<br>

Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin<br>

to spread team across planet, expand shit<br>

Slap a nigga open handedly style, somethin foul<br>

for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles<br>

I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays<br>

Fourteen years old, shorty from round way<br>

Brick-ass cold, still pump from night to day<br>

But why did my life have to be this way?<br>

I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits<br>

My loot give recoup, razors in my suit <br>

case they try to troop me to the Island<br>

I'm known for start whylin<br>

Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash piled in<br>

Peep this, dome we'll blows on some nose and teeth shit<br>

So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?<br>

Lift you up off your feet like ski lift<br>

Pull back the big fifth for niggaz who wiff<br>

Them niggaz you with<br>

Then I'm on the next light, gettin bent in the clouds<br>

On my way down South for international crowds<br>

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(Word up, word up son, we gotta get this motherfuckin money kid<br>

Knahmsayin? What up kid? Fuck that son..)<br>

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Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 4X)<br>

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It's like that, war, project niggaz strike back<br>

It's on - what the fuck you said? I'll be right back<br>

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{*ad libs to fade*}<br>

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