Mobb Deep - Burn Something Lyrics

Mobb Deep - Burn Something lyrics

[Prodigy]

It's always somethin' man

It's always somethin' I swear

Hey get started son



[Havoc]

Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something

Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas

Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop

Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top

Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something

Burn something, I wanna clear my mind

Look at niggas

Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop

Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top



[Prodigy]

They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open

Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen

Plus, we hit mid-sections up

You wit your kids and your woman boy I'm tearing you up

You wit your moms, so what I'm airin' the block

When you see my hand reach for my waist you better hop

And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me

You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me

You got a better chance stickin that Brinks truck

Than pickin' one of us for a hug

We properly serve

Reugers pop and whop ya head

Pens go off and drop you dead

Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga

Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas

Cause this song ain't for entertainment

This is a street subpoena for y'all niggas bring it



[Havoc]

Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit

Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique

And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions

Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something

Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit

Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique

And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions

Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something



[Littles]

Whatchu know about two hands three guns pop out

Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south

I clap for dollars and scrap about it

I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans

I'm a gorilla man, I know you feel me man

Queens I rep you flow let's do it

Unknown marksman, I see through the scope

Hit your frame and your souls apart and

Number one question A & R's wanna know

Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z

Fuck you pay me

I slid in on you rap motherfuckers cause the block got lazy

I'm from a place cannons burst, police never come

Homie viewed my life, wrote, and got us out the slums

Came home, the Mobb came to scoop me up

Though I rhyme niggas still wanna shoot me up

I'm that gangster gangster read all about me

In your X-X-L's, Sources my crew is rowdy

When them hammers back out we leave the whole block cloudy



[Havoc]

Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something

Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas

Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop

Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top

Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something

Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas

Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop

Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top

Relax my mizzy and smoke that dro

Hold her head motherfucker I'ma fuck that ho

Let the dutch burn niggas get split fuck ya turn

I ain't been givin' a fuck so why should I now

Watch your mouth, nigga I'm grown you just a child

In a mans world nigga ac'in like a little girl

It's foul, he don't wanna blow trial, why not?

Cause up north niggas like him get smacked around

I never turn my back, on you faceless cowards

Talkin' all that shit, don't know a thing about us

I educate em with the pretty four pounder

But each and every day we get flagrant and more fouler

Keep it thorough, don't want that bullshit around us

Moved away from drama but some how it found us

It's a small thing, let that dro burn

Nigga front he gettin' touched that's my word

Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit

Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique

And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions

Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something

Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit

Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique

And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions

Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something