Quiet Storm Lyrics

Quiet Storm lyrics

[Havoc]
In broad daylight get right..
Just been through it all
man
Blood sweat and tears
Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades
in*}
What the fuck else can happen yo?
We done seen it all, and been
through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for
real, for real
That shit is the truth
I'm not
lyin..

[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's
lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him
but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin
them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in
broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt
bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop
flowin
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
Now
here come the mack 10
You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn
language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on
Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
You
ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live
this shit

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em
feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you
bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a
nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel
shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump
this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga
OD cause it's never enough

[Prodigy]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables,
drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass
tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs,
are you the same too?
Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
Long
shotguns down my pants leg limpin
Killer bee who still livin, even my pops
too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
I used to bust shots
crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me
[POW!]
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the
life of anybody tryin to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga
ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
I
spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
wastin my life, now I'm
tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq
business
Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym
behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's
ATV's and big
screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked
our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real..
(yo)

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel
shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when
you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause
it's never enough

[Prodigy]
It go one, two, three to the
fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit
for y'alls peoples to rock to,
stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve
hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap
reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like
a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth
mission
First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
My new
edition's way bitch
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
Fuck
rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
generic rap's just not
potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off
chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully
blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses, but thirst for
worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and
love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less
or more
I score everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all niggaz just
nil
(To the real..)

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the real shit,
shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club shit, have
you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to
make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out
when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw
uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
(the real... hip-hop
*echoes*)