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    "Can't Get Enough Of It" Lyrics

    Mobb Deep

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    [Havoc]
    QBC
    About to take over, your area!
    YO

    Left to right protect the life, guard my castle
    When goin at you, take it to the gats if I have to
    It's the hassle, jealous thugs I suppose squeeze
    turn that ass to Swiss cheese, leave permanent holes
    And to them hoes, you know how it go, no dough
    Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
    Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
    that don't trick, ladyless, just associates
    Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it
    I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's
    them fake rappers, but they damn good actors
    From population, through the math I subtract them
    You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
    You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
    Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya
    Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped
    convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit
    Handle B-I, on some calm shit

    [General G]
    I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics
    My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual
    For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle
    Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly
    Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got
    Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O
    Can't You See, I'm the Total, vocals is low blow
    Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!)
    Toe to toe complex the next expert, who's in control?
    Episode, ya can't control your fascination
    Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
    Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
    Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports
    Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile
    Wild out for snakeness equals foul
    General G, blowin Dutches in the train

    Chorus: Mobb Deep

    Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
    I can't get enough of it
    Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
    Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
    When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

    I can't get enough of it
    Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
    Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
    When my cats attack you got your knot split
    We out to win and that's it!
    We out to win it like this!

    [Prodigy]
    It's like this kid, aiyyo
    We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
    out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
    Take notes nigga, best check the index
    Look over anything that you might've missed
    You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists
    Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin
    Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin
    on imbecile niggaz who ain't got they feet grounded
    Precise, astonishin shots split ya skin's top
    We sent pops, catch you from two blocks
    Don't run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin
    Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin
    Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock
    This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin hot
    Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot
    Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot
    Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot
    My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke
    Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through
    (Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)
    Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple
    Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
    You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
    Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
    Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors
    Word up

    [Havoc]
    Aiyyo we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats
    One hundred and oh, nigga go check the stats
    QB, yeah that name hold weight and ring bells
    All you niggaz Shook and It Ain't Hard To Tell
    Major clientele, the Infamous cartel
    Catch a buck fifty, them stars we scar well
    Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
    Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch
    Laid up, sippin all types of shit, get ya chick bent
    Talk the bitch to death til there's no info left
    Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf I'm petrol
    Regulate the Metropolitan, niggaz gettin bodied in
    in the lobby-in, lock the door it ain't safe, kid
    Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it

    Chorus: Mobb Deep

    Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
    I can't get enough of it
    Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
    Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
    When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

    I can't get enough of it
    Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
    Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
    When my cats attack you got your knot split
    We out to win and that's it!
    We out to win it like this!

    *crowd noise to end*

    That's my shit! Yo
    This song was submitted on November 13th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Albert Johnson, General Gee, Kejuan Waliek Muchita.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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