It's Mine (Explicit)

It's Mine (Explicit) - Mobb Deep/Nas

Lyrics by：K. Muchita/A. Johnson/N. Jones

Composed by：LaShawn DanielsRodney JerkinsAlbert JohnsonNasir JonesGiorgio MoroderJaphe TejedaFred Jerkins IIIKejuan Waliek MuchitaBrandy Norwood

Hahahaha

Hah hahahahh huh yo you know it

Infamous ninety-nine

Hahahaha infamous two thousand

Yo straight thugs on this side

It's do or die to the death

Like the terminal ill takin they last breath

Read your last rites

God forgive me

For the sin I'm about to commit

Takin a life

Kill or be killed rather that

Than somebody else

Readin my will you feel what I feel

You know the deal

Keep the infrared next to my bed

One in the head

Hearin noises dead tired

Eyes bloodshot red

Sleep with half closed eyelids

Some say it's strange

Sometimes that's how strange life get

Go easy on the bottle

Make love to see when

Make slippin off point

On the strength they bet

Scopin your ice appraisin it

Like the diamond district jeweler

With they hand on the biscuit

Do ya wanna get caught lifted

Or sober so you can react quick

Blow you off the atlas as

If I caught you f**kin' my wife

On my thousand dollar mattress

It's the world that I live in qb made me

A moms that loved me

And a pops that raised me

Y'all need to give it up

We don't give a f**k

What y'all make want thug

Life is mine

Y'all need to give it up

'Cause we don't give a f**k

What y'all make want thug

Life is mine

I got the style of a still-born child

I'm ill

If it's beef poke him with the fork

Make sure he's done well

The streets raised me crazy

Now I'm immune to it

So when they start shootin

We don't stop the music

Keep it moving that's how we do it

Been through more drama than the baldwins

You still crawlin

Apply street rules to the office

High performance

Rap author made millions off of melodic

Hypnotic productions

That'll f**k with your conscience a

Nd touch your emotions

You feel me I'll write a graphic page

Escort n***gs to they grave

Relate to the projects

We the black mobb

It gets deeper than rap music

It's more real than any words I can muster

Pull the black cadillac trucks up what

Hop out them a*s like what

Y'all n***a can't touch us

Y'all need to give it up

We don't give a f**k

What y'all a*s want thug

Life is mine

Y'all need to give it up

'Cause we don't give a f**k

What y'all a*s want thug

Life is mine

Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt

Halle berry blew a kiss

At the barbara streisand concert

Silk pants colored pink

Gators match gangster musical thing

And I'll front like my

Doo doo don't stink

Instinct like cuba gooding

Steppin out the latest toy

Hazard lights blinkin gators hit the floor

Everybody watch the red carpet entrance

Cameras flashin

Just to think that was yesterday's action

'Cause today goes either way

We came a long way

From hallway steps

And hand-me-down s**t

F**k my foes I seen the other side

Nextel cell roam

Call the chopper phone

Heliport in my home

Quincy jones posters

Wake up guns under my pillow

I can't talk around chauffeurs

S**t is better than a novel

Autobiographic

Spit it on tracks it becomes classic

Start some make my heart pump

Spark one I'm god son

Nastradamus last one

To blast one when the narc's come

Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds

When you feel the heat comin'

And flee with the murder weapon

I'll release one shot you deceased

Learn your lesson

Your flesh turn to maggots bastards

You past it

Cremate your flesh to ashes

You don't need a suit no wake

No funeral and no casket

Y'all need to give it up

We don't give a f**k

What y'all a*s want thug

Life is mine

Y'all need to give it up

'Cause we don't give a f**k

What y'all a*s want thug

Life is mine

The life is mine

The life is mine

The life is mine

I'll will

Y'all need to give it up

We don't give a f**k

What y'all n***as want thug

'Cause we don't give a f**k

What y'all a*s want thug

Y'all need to give it up

We don't give a f**k

What y'all a*s want thug