Mobb Deep - Put Em in Their Place (featuring Prodigy) Lyrics

(Prodigy)

Yeah, yeah
Payback

(Hook: Prodigy) - repeat 2x

Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place

(Prodigy)

Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave
I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank
So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If you can't whip they ass, then n***az get shot (shot, shot)

(Hook) - repeat 2x

(Havoc)

Waist yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots

Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie
Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix
Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06
Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex
I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision
Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin'
From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton
I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin'
Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe
You don't do the tele', oh, f*** it b**** you gotta go
Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
B**** I wanna f***, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind

(Hook) - repeat 2X

(Prodigy)

Yeah, I know you can't believe it WHOO!
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)
It's our means Curtis "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
Ya money is old n****ll that? That's new money n****filthy rotten rich (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it)
G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep (Prodigy making gun noises*)

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