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Nighttime Vultures Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Verse One: Havoc and Prodigy 

 

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Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin 

Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin 

Look down and see dry blood all on my garment 

It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous 

I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head 

Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head 

I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall 

Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall 

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail 

Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill 

An eye for an eye you know my science of life 

Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type 

I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list 

Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids 

(what's the kids be doin' yo) 

Kickin' rhymes that's true lies 

Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time 

After this you never will go back to that which 

Sit back an' write half ass shit 

The last official takin out the artificial 

Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal 

Mobb, remember the name it's been along 

That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin song 

Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite 

The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit 

Bear witness to this diligent street cat 

I carry myself hold myself down in fact 

This one dedicated to my niggaz on run 

Holdin big gats go for your gun 

Prepare to crush them we trust none 

Man who ain't down with the clan 

The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type 

Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck 

Boss I break your compass throw you way off course 

We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero 

Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror 

Durable physically fit raps articulate 

You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous 

Still facinated by my ste 

Little P wanna be me, huh you no D 

 

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Chorus: Prodigy 

 

One time son you know we be the illest in this 

Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back 

The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom 

Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz 

 

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef 

 

Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on 

Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on 

Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit 

Diamond on some H&R Block shit 

Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot 

Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot 

I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up 

What fuss on the bottom face slit up 

Yeah where you from I'm from here 

You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years 

Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy 

Lit up the thai said riiiight! 

Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be 

Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me 

I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em 

Son was pro nine with the emblem 

Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie 

Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down 

It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX 

Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out yer mental 

Jet in a boat with rims to mental 

 

Chorus 2X 

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