Put 'em In Their Place Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

(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 niggaz get shot (shot, shot) 

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(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, fuck it bitch you gotta go 

Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time 

Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind 

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(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 nigga. smell that? That's new money nigga 

We filthy rotten rich. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) 

G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep {*Prodigy making gun noises*}