It's Mine (feat. Nas)

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It's Mine (feat. Nas) by Mobb Deep

It's Mine (feat. Nas) Lyrics

[00:06.56] Yeah, yeah (hahahaha)
[00:09.15] Uh-huh, yeah-yeah (hahahaha)
[00:11.31] Huh, yo, you know it (hahahaha)
[00:12.96] Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
[00:15.01] (Hahahaha)
[00:15.39] Infamous two thousand
[00:16.77] Ain't nuttin' but thugs over here, baby
[00:18.58] (Ahahahaha)
[00:21.44] Yo (hahahaha)
[00:23.58] Straight thugs on this side, it's do or die to the death
[00:26.42] Like the terminal ill takin' they last breath
[00:28.85] Read your last rites, God, forgive me
[00:30.66] For the sin I'm about to commit, takin' a life
[00:33.02] Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
[00:35.45] Readin' my will, you feel what I feel, you know the deal
[00:38.16] Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
[00:40.24] Hearin' noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
[00:43.18] Sleep with half closed eyelids
[00:44.44] Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
[00:47.60] Go easy on the bottle, niggas love to see when
[00:49.93] Niggas slippin' off point, on the strength they bet
[00:52.34] Scopin' your ice, appraisin' it like the Diamond District
[00:54.98] Jeweler with they hand on the biscuit
[00:57.35] Do you, wanna get caught lifted
[00:59.93] Or sober, so you can react quick?
[01:01.84] Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin' my wife
[01:04.78] On my thousand dollar mattress
[01:06.36] It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
[01:09.25] A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me
[01:12.47] Y'all need to give it up
[01:15.12] We don't give a fuck
[01:17.21] What y'all niggas want
[01:19.72] Thug life is mine
[01:22.34] Y'all need to give it up
[01:24.46] 'Cause we don't give a fuck
[01:26.73] What y'all niggas want
[01:29.12] Thug life is mine
[01:30.53] I got the style of a stillborn child, I'm ill
[01:32.61] If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well (very-very)
[01:35.58] The streets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
[01:37.93] So when they start shootin', we don't stop the music
[01:40.33] Keep it movin' that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon, Dunn)
[01:41.93] Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin' (still crawlin')
[01:44.59] Apply street rules to the office, high performance
[01:47.25] Rap author, made millions off of
[01:49.90] Melodic, hypnotic productions
[01:51.65] That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions (you feel me? You feel me?)
[01:54.60] You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
[01:56.18] Escort niggas to they grave, relate to the projects
[01:59.19] We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music (don't get no realer than this)
[02:01.78] It's more real than any words I can muster
[02:03.81] Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (what?)
[02:06.33] Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggas can't touch us
[02:09.77] Y'all need to give it up
[02:12.36] We don't give a fuck
[02:14.56] What y'all niggas want
[02:16.91] Thug life is mine
[02:19.34] Y'all need to give it up
[02:21.93] 'Cause we don't give a fuck
[02:24.07] What y'all niggas want
[02:26.12] Thug life is mine
[02:27.25] Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
[02:29.28] Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
[02:32.63] Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
[02:35.60] And I'll front like my doo-doo don't stink
[02:37.36] Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin' out the latest toy
[02:40.06] Hazard lights blinkin', gators hit the floor
[02:42.12] Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin'
[02:45.08] Just to think, that was yesterday's action
[02:46.97] 'Cause today goes either way, we came a long way
[02:49.60] From hallway steps and hand-me-down shit
[02:51.22] Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, Nextel cell roam
[02:54.10] Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
[02:56.53] Quincy Jones posters, wake up, guns
[02:58.59] Under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
[03:01.26] Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
[03:03.63] Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
[03:05.73] Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
[03:08.45] Nastradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
[03:10.81] Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
[03:12.91] When you feel the heat, comin' and flee with the murder weapon
[03:15.45] I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
[03:17.81] Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
[03:20.24] Cremate your flesh to ashes, you don't need
[03:22.63] A suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket
[03:26.07] Y'all need to give it up
[03:28.52] We don't give a fuck
[03:30.93] What y'all niggas want
[03:32.53] Thug life is mine
[03:35.43] Y'all need to give it up
[03:38.11] 'Cause we don't give a fuck
[03:40.55] What y'all niggas want
[03:42.78] Thug life is mine
[03:47.41] Thug life is mine
[03:52.08] Thug life is mine
[03:56.08] Uh, thug life is mine
[04:00.05] Ill Will
[04:02.05] Need to give it up
[04:04.49] We don't give a fuck
[04:06.84] What y'all niggas want
[04:09.11] We don't give a fuck
[04:11.29] Thug life is mine
[04:13.85] Y'all need to give it up
[04:16.32] We don't give a fuck
[04:18.72] What y'all niggas want
[04:20.64] Thug life is mine
[04:22.99]

From the album: Murda Muzik