Mobb Deep - Apostle's Warning Lyrics

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Uhh God uhh y'know what we gotta do son!

Y'know hu tI'm sayin' Word up! Make that millions fam!

No doubt! It's only there for the takings son

Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son

We drunk all that shit hey yo!

44th Side convention Queens connection the Bridge be rep'tin

Any party that we step in get they heady-up

V S O P immediately extra bent Rob then out son is evident

We stash cream mansions fulfill my dream

Ice 'reams gleam spread love throughout the whole team

Dominate the game let's have a rule combinations

No conversation bring all ya good confrontation

You hesitatin ass spittin that's bad business

For the game nigga get out the business

You waste space substitute here's the briefcase

We deface smack the smile off ya fuckin' face

Tainted taste send ya home back to vacate

Get your shit together plus your mind straight

Yo my empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes

My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes

We pull off a high stakes great escapes expand shift team downstate

Dreams are growing over and my son'll live great

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Little man I'm plannin to enhance your mindstate

The rebirth a nigga who lived an ill life

The one before me was of an even more trife

My understandin I'll raise you with precise plannin

And put you on to the whole game of this planet

But I gotta survive in order to follow thru plans to live lot-o

Me and my lil' getgo any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o

He couldn't withstand the snake bite there is no hanky

Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach

I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats

And when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes

I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats

My formula I live life do or die

Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy

Prodigy turnin' niggas to protoges

My protege I advise ya ass to make way

Make way for fully-auto gun spray

You're small prey I'll easily bait and trap yea

This man is half mad scientist-half sane

Creative rhyme labyrinth like poisonous cannabis

Here take a toke of this daily rare roackalist

Overpower y'all tiny noise like locust

Like sunlight through a magnifying glass I'll focus em

Burn a hole straight through ya brain and leave ya open

(Oh shit!)

And let the venom soak in you start sweatin' a

And goin' through convulsions from dope shit I write

Leavin' niggas stuck I let spit

Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick

I'll wrap you up in cocoon you caught up in the midst

As dangerous as risky business fuckin' with this

Contender number one I put you on top of the list

You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this

But peep this what? Fatal shots that soloplex

Man down now who dares to go next?

Like General Monk monk orders to chop necks

I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit

Atomic no time for calm shit

We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit

Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded

Take heed to the apostle's warning word up!

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