Can't Get Enough Of It Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

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 

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(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 

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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 

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