Freestyle (Explicit)

Freestyle (Explicit) - Mobb Deep

From the womb to my tomb I'll be on it like that

From my cradle to my grave I'll be on that same sht

No b**ch can change my ways I show no care

No thug can shake my frame I show no fear

Be a cold day in hell once I arrive there

I slap God in the face for puttin me through this torture

So while I'm still alive and kickin

I'ma run through this planet like I own this sht here

F**k up out my way 'fore you get yourself fitted

And sized up like tailored for bullets that fit in

The meat on your bones like knives on Thanksgiving

You bird-a** ni**a I'm a mobster you a pigeon

Make no mistake there's a difference between us

So when you see my face turn your head like a slut

Word up we body n***az for reckless eyeballin

N***az signin record deals and think they ballin

My n***az make joint ventures and own they mansions

You prostitute-a** ni**a h*e faggot you a RAPPER

Okay okay okay H-A-V-O-C

All the time baby

We gon' continue to do this sht like this here

Y'knahmsayin Straight like that