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    "Give It Up Fast" Lyrics

    Mobb Deep feat. Big Noyd and Nas

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    Verse 1: Nas

    Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck
    Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck
    So what's the deal poppy?
    You heard the feds almost got me
    I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
    Negotiatin like an Illuminati network
    Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect
    When I lost but back then was my fault
    Now it's time to floss
    Eye For An Eye what's mine is yours
    I need a suite with the flowers
    complentary at Trump Towers
    Sit at the table we can build for hours
    on gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
    The World Is Yours written all over the blimps
    Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
    From ??? and prima, loads of women rockin linen
    I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan
    Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam
    Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
    about the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand

    Chorus 1:

    Give it up fast, quick and not slow
    Not goin to the tables if it's not about dough
    Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shit
    QBC, nigga grab your click

    Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy

    Yeah son, I'm feelin it
    Opposition want me dead, concealin shit
    Four gats got me livin, kid
    Rushin thru my pyramid
    You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary
    Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch
    ran his mouth like a bitch
    now he's layin in a ditch
    Daily dug for himself
    On his grave I had to piss
    Scud missile never miss you
    Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru
    You metal deeper, you ain't havin it me either
    It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers
    Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers

    Huh, huh
    Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man
    Word up!

    The tough guy strong me
    I guess he got plans to ruin me
    He want ta do me slowly but surely
    I beat his fast ass a bit early
    Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly
    Put the drome to his dome
    Let him know it's never early
    You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
    Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
    He was surprised I snatched him up
    Regulated his gat and backed him up
    Stepped to the side, P blast em up

    Hey yo, cannons are rough
    You got strucked up, ya strokes slit
    So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit
    (Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
    All I remember was I shot for his throat G
    You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
    It gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-nese
    Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats
    Burnin my lips from roach clips
    Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.
    These *?R-tape meridiam?* cats, insomniacs
    Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice
    Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru
    These kids too couldn't find the pistol
    Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklace
    I'm bent off some next shit
    Gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
    Stumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre
    Lookin for chicks that he can stab now
    Numbed up for my fiery cup
    I held juice of sin's nectar
    Saints found they youth
    Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck
    Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luck
    My pipe games like a night train
    top speed thru ya warm piece
    ??? to say the least

    Chorus 2:

    Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow
    Not goin to the cell if it ain't a freak show
    Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shit
    QBC, niggas grab their click

    Chorus 1

    Outro: Prodigy

    (And that's how it go)
    And that's it nigga
    (If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show
    (Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)
    Don't go
    (Y'know the deal)
    Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc
    To the exit, niggas we out!
    What up!
    (The Infamous)
    It's over baby
    (Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)
    Tell the rest of the crew
    This song was submitted on November 13th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Tajuan Akeom Perry, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Nasir Jones, Albert Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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