H.n.i.c. Lyrics - Singles - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Yo, it gets no better than this 

It's the hottest shit on street 

It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat 

The solar system stand still 

Gods listen when I speak the world pay attention 

It's capital P, niggaz rather hang up 

Ya niggaz know my handle, talkin' like you straight thug 

Dunn, I catch you while you shoppin' for kicks 

Suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous 

And, oh from now on, call me Columbo 

'Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a fuck? 

Look at my chain, look at my anklet 

But are you listenin' to the words man? My shit bang kid 

Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend, you get the dick 

That's basically it, these rap niggaz think I'm talkin' 'bout them 

Nigga please, you ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead 

I be the H.N.I.C. 

The head nigga in charge 

The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge 

The M.O.B.B., the status, we large 

The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb 

The H.N.I.C., the head nigga in charge 

The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb 

The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge 

The M.O.B.B., the status, we large 

I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this 

We pop bottles, celebrate your death blow a kiss 

At your wittle bitch, wish pain on your kids 

Piss on your casket kick ya tombstone and shit, dog 

And I ain't even that foul type a dude 

But all's fair in love and war it's whatcha hand called for 

Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause 

But fuck it, they could get it too, simple as you 

And I be goddamned if they put they hands on me 

Money brings power and puts guns in parties 

Sends niggaz on Amtrak with those for your body 

It pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef, huh 

Hardly, you all know what that is 

I grew up in the hoods and the projects 

Wit dope fiends and crack heads 

Teenage killers with Mack-10s 

Best friends cut each other's throat 

And twist they own fan backwards 

Maybe that'd live now, I'm on some rap shit 

Album sold out keeps me far from the big house 

The hand guns from that bigger house 

'Cuz ain't nobody cuttin' for me to enforce to hold it down like 

The H.N.I.C. 

The head nigga in charge 

The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb 

The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge 

The MOBB, the status, we large 

The H.N.I.C., the head nigga in charge 

The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge 

The MOBB, the status, we large 

The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb