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    "Extortion" Lyrics

    Mobb Deep feat. Method Man

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    Time to let these niggaz know Son
    Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand
    KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree
    Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G

    Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy

    Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise
    Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
    Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree
    Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
    I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
    Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born
    Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
    Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in
    You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
    Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

    I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
    Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
    And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
    In a four time Ford truck with Speed
    like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
    My crime work, ninja style shit was did
    And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
    Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss
    of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
    Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history
    Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
    Never fails it's always something
    No rest, daily gotta rock my vest
    I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP
    He played the front line got struck down immediately
    I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
    heavy load my military hold ammunition
    Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
    My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
    I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit
    Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

    (Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)

    Verse Two: Havoc, Method

    Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
    Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
    Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
    You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it
    Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
    If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit
    You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
    On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

    I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
    The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
    This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
    You fuckin with, top contenders
    Official to the bone gristle
    It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
    Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
    Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
    Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
    Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin
    On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
    Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
    Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
    and then played her, but that ain't nothin
    Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
    Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga
    Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
    What? Young, black, and don't give a fuck
    If the next crew get the scissor...

    (Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion)

    Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do
    You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk
    Wanna pop the most junk
    Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps
    Chew on that shit
    Punk faggot (word up)
    Burn his ass like a book of matches
    [Yeah, that's just about it]
    Under pressure like fat bitches...
    This song was submitted on October 29th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Albert Johnson, Clifford Smith, Kejuan Waliek Muchita.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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