![]() It’s all gone today and it’s all gone tomorrow, In a glimpse you made it rain, it won’t let it come back and borrow. Now while I’m in the game, fuck the fortune and the fame, Don’t get caught up in the flashing lights and ban us with your name. ![]() All I needed was a shock, but nobody ever gained it, Why so I got tired of waiting on it and waiting made it one. These people on the side lines waiting for a change, To be in the story line, I put the rock up and they’re hating. I’m hosted in the lab, man, I put it in the time, You try to get the tickets, so I stack the stage to shine. Now whilst the world keep revolving and the planets keep rotating, Got my eyes on the prize and never only suck at hating. But this money to be make and I’m really tryin’ to get it, So baby, what I need you to do You got to Wait a minute, wait a minute, I ain’t got no fucking time, you got to Wait a minute, wait a minute, You see, I’m out here on a grind, you got to Wait a minute, wait a minute, Yeah, bitch, I know you’re fine, but you got to Wait a minute, wait a minute. It’s a very big world, with a lot of bad bitches, But I ain’t never met one like you. I know how them hoes act and imma leave ‘em alone, so Here’s you know who to start, girl, is your show. All that, gotta hit the road, Jack, Why you acting crazy? Think you need some Prozac. Maybe when I hear a hundred mili I’d be satisfied, Do it in, gotta keep it rolling, get your carrots on. I need a second, we can work it out, Wait a minute, get it, girl, give me some time, I’m about my money, on a ground, 25, Late spring, summer, winter snow, nice sunny on, I just need you to be my radded doll, You don’t know what I’m doing, getting money is the alibi. Now that I’ve got a taste of it, I just can’t stay away from it, This ain’t me selling out, this is me on my making paper shit. A side for me attraction, you ain’t shit for the distraction, So just sit there and relax while I work on bringing this cash in. So salute the captain when I come through, when I rap the rapping, I got money on my mind, it’s time to make it happen. ![]() ![]() That’s all, end of story, you’re good and bad in all the making money’s mandatory. This one woman that I love and she gave birth to me in ‘82 It’s time for all these bitches all come second to the paper chase Not to sound conceided, but I work my fucking ass off I’d be a dumb motherfucker if I let the women take away and stack all my cash. ![]() And Mobb Deep’s Prodigy delivers on the threat with his astonishing first verse: “Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone…” It’s the kind of thing that should get you locked up for life.It’s a very big world, with a lot of bad bitches, But I ain’t never met one like you. It’s the sound of a looming threat that could exist in any era. II” so timeless is that it’s also somewhat generic. II,” Mobb Deep’s Havoc combined three equally mercurial jazz samples: Herbie Hancock’s “Jessica,” “Daly-Wilson Big Band’s “Dirty Feet” and Quincy Jones “Kitty With The Bent Frame.” The songs are so obscure (at least to hip hop fans), their presence in the track remained somewhat of a mystery for a decade and a half. II.” That slow drum beat and those sirens seemingly ripped out of a horror film. There’s something immediately terrifying about “Shook Ones, Pt. ![]()
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