Can't Complain Lyrics - Singles - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Hello, hello, yo what up, man? 

Who the fuck is this? 

Who the fuck it sound like, man? 

What the fuck you calling so early for, man? 

What the fuck time is it? 

It's like 3 o'clock, man 

Thought you was coming to get me, man? 

Shit, my bad son, please, man, come get me 

Man, before I choke this bitch, man 

Hurry up, son, man, it's like 90, man 

Let's get some hoes or something 

What up, dun? Same ol' shit 

No doubt, ain't nothing new 

Let's take a little spin, dun, word up 

Yo, open my wings to a new day spread my lungs 

Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns 

Twist the key, shifted to D then flee 

Before anything, get the daily dose of choke 

We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float 

My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat 

Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support on the belt 

Doin' 90 or more debatin' on the latest rhyme wars 

Where units don't count 

But your rap pay add up to large amounts 

Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep 

Catch chills off a infamous beats 

Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees 

Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we can't have the medicine canoein' 

There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that 

Ayyo, dun, hold that down and turn it around 

Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues 

T N T hopin' out of MPV's, surprise all a fuck out of me 

Got rubber Glocks pointed at me 

Ayyo Twin, what the fuck? 

They had us laid out on the ground holdin' us down 

With gats to back of our heads was goin' down 

It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got 

Where's the proof, man? Let me speak to my attorney 

I know the routine, don't try to throw me 

I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me 

But all that told me to get in more shit 

Ayyo P, what up? You my co-D, we both get knocked 

What you did with that half a tree? 

(Right in my sock) 

Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot 

Dun, you know how I get down? 

Yo I'm ready to bounce 

Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass 

If my other half was alive we woulda got kill 

'Cause dun woulda went for the guns and got ill 

Plus I gots cracks on me, they found the cracks on me 

Looked at'em, gave'em back to me 

I could swore they was takin' us in 

Then the lady in the car said, "that's not them" 

Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs 

They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns 

And you ain't gotta tell us twice 

We hopped in the car and slid off 

On our way up-town for more of that funk 

P lit the tree back up 

Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry Huds 

Fuck it, let's slide through the Rutgers 

Roll the windows down 'cause infamous Mobb bumpers 

Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin' 

Took a walk through the park frontin' 

Didn't even have to hurt nuttin' 

Man, I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York 

Hear Infamous Thoughts 

Then the Dream Team music starts 

Damn, we young black entrepreneurs 

New York pricks and dicks can't stop our floss 

We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb 

I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards 

Dead serious cash, luxurious labs 

Learn to balance fame with pain, you can't complain 

Jus' another day livin' in the hood 

Jus' another day around the way 

Feelin' good today, oh no, we can't complain 

Jus' another day livin' in New York 

Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes . 

Feelin' good today, we hit 'em up 'cause we here to stay