Mobb deep - Get it in blood

I'm yawning while I'm waking to the early morning gunfire
Another day another scar to require
Jumped out my bed, tried to break my alarm
Took a shower, and then I strapped on my firearm
Grabbed my Pelle Pelle cause I wanna look fly when I die,
But it ain't my turn to say goodbye
How do I know? Some people call it instinct
I like to call it my luck, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck, in this environment and can't depart from it
And if I try I always end up back where I started
Plan A, square 1, there's no escapin'
So I've come to realize my truth
Tryna live my full life until my time is through
Clocks tickin', so I don't got no time for you
As I head outside, amongst the rest of the animals
Is where I feel relaxed and safe and I can stand still
It's sorta like a family bond
We gather up all the soldiers and form into an ignition
A swarm of kids, now it's on again, drinking straight from the bottle, warm gin dripping down my chin
For the ones securing, you can't win against 25 niggas bent up with mac 10 semi-automatics, full-addicted crime addicts
So long as there is cash involved, I gotta have it
There's many different levels to the criminal mind
Either you in it for the money or you wasting your time

My destiny will be the death of me
Forever loving my peoples, hustling
It's only right, niggas be juggling to survive
It's only crime that provides for me
So I resort to puffing dimes and dreaming of pushing a ride
Negative thoughts fill my brain but it's the projects to blame
Niggas forever getting loot while standing out in the rain
So when the sun shine, niggas will be writing a rhyme
And if a nigga owing, blood is how I'm taking mine
As I climb the ladder, of success with techs
Though I rather not have to watch my back get threat
But it's like that, so while you just fucked, getting touched,
Your man wasn't aware, that's why that nigga got bucked
I realize open my eyes once this shit got real
There's mad drama on the Hill when niggas getting blue steel
I love my niggas for that, we keep it real, get loot
And our identity is wearing army certified suits
Most def, my people hold me down whenever with me
Talking all that bullshit but it's the gats the rules the streets
Survival of the fittest automatics recommended
Given a life sentence to crime until my life is ended


Niggas wanna point guns in my face, so what? (What? What?) I'm taking mines in blood
Niggas forever talking shit, so what? (And what?) I'm taking mines in blood
Try to jam me on pack, so what? (And what?) I'm taking mines in blood
Niggas running out their mouth, so what? (Motherfucker) I'm taking mines in blood
How we do it, how we do it. (We taking ours in blood x2)
How we do it, how we do it. (We taking ours in blood x2)
We taking ours in blood. This city got me trapped like an animal with criminal thoughts
I can't seem to turn away from this unknown force
If only I can lay my hands on the source of my trouble
Then maybe I can heal my scar before it bubbles,
It's like a play, and there ain't no cure
We observe this world's filth, therefore we're un-pure
My life is like a bad dream I can't seem to shake
Only my peoples who are equal understand or relate
The way we live is never planned, it just happened that way
So until tomorrow I'll just be surviving today
I'm just another man, on this planet living for death
Pops gone, I had to learn to be a man myself
But I, don't stress that
He did his dirt, now he pays back waiting in a federal laid back
Pops, times is different and things ain't the same
It's worse than ever, to get paid we do whatever
See some rather achieve goals and be a scholar
I rather get locked like you, earning a 6-digit dollar
Making the desert bird holler
Doing white collar crimes, but the fed time is hard to swallow
And digest so I protest the pen
I rather die before the jail cell sucks me in
And my peoples we all share the same thinking
We all the same on the same tempo, making cowards perpetual
Pull out the tech, automatic metro
My shots chase you 'round corners, leaving your family a bunch of mourners
And I'm all-around, point as that, if you feel me you're guaranteed something you can feel back

Kid, you don't know me, you don't wanna know me
You tried to blow me your weak side just showed me
Stepped out my door on 41st Side at 12,
Didn't see my crew around so I got bent for search,
I had to jet back upstairs so I can stash my 9
It was a Friday night Rikers had it bad one time
Cause niggas getting bagged on a regular son
D's like "Fuck the drugs, all we want is the guns,"
So I proceed with caution, eyes open whenever walking
Niggas be ass talking then be victims of extortion
Hold myself down the only way I know
Niggas pumping back in streets, in debt cause they owe
Street life is like a trial, ass out if you blow
The maximum is death son you know how that go
Got me on point, paranoid for life
That's why I walk the street with heat especially at night
I represent the North side I hold the title and pride
And when its on, I use the infrared for guide
Aim it at your temple, with no remorse and never sentimental
My crew is cold-hearted from all the foul shit we been through
Surviving shootouts, bullets hitting the fence, sparking,
Buck my fingers, with guns niggas I'm marking til the blocks darkened
Doing my thing, let my gun clap
It's like that!

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