Mobb Deep - Stole Something (feat. Lloyd Banks) Lyrics:
Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that
I don`t got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack
Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin` back
You can have me a P.O. absolute and it`s a rap

It`s a fact, ni**az know, f**k with us you gettin` clapped
No, I won`t say your name `cause it just put you on the map
And I ain`t, into lettin` ni**az eat, no never that
Shorty love the way I swing my game, I got a better bat

Know I`m lethal with this rap s**t, c`mon baby holla back
Cut that juggler, you bleedin`, no there ain`t no stoppin` that
I don`t sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap
Spit a verse,then I eventually watch the cheddar stack

I`m s**ttin` on ni**az, s**ttin` like it`s a got to get slack
This a standin` ovation for homey with a Tek clap
F that, we takin` over baby and that`s that
Catch me f**kin` with a bitch that can`t stand rap

I get at ni**az like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin` like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

I get at ni**az like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin` like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

Yeah, gun powder resi` on the sleeve of my Pele
I had to burn my leather and toss `My Buddy`
Two hundred calls comin` in on my celly
I had to cut the ringer like, "F**k e`rybody"

Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali
Lay low for a month or so gettin` very high
Where I`m goin` it gets my mind of the bones
Back on the East Coast I bury now I`m partyin` with Halle Berry

This Hollywood s**t`ll catch you slippin` if you let it
So ni**az started grillin` me
Like they was gon` take my things
So I assumed I had to set it

Now it`s blood splashed all on the ice in my jewelery
They don`t know who did it `cause I did it smoothly
Take my ass back to Queens, it`s not like I look for trouble
It seems trouble always finds me, then

I get at ni**az like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin` like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

I get at ni**az like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin` like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

Look, I got tons of old beef and a brand new forty
A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me
A high-priced lawyer just in case a ni**a snap
And can`t take a joke, and pop a ni**a over rap

A horrible splatter in a matter of a second
Dead over a record, s**t he sound like he meant it
My crew greater, yeah, I`m talkin` to you hater
I`m too major, two-tone blue gator

New blazer, big gun, little razor
So raise up, that ain`t how your momma raised ya
They wire-tappin` to hear somethin`, they ear-hustlin`
They won`t bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him

It`s nothin`, there`s more `mati`s at the spot
One flat tire`s gon` matter if they pop
I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot
Stash box, with the nine magnum with a wop

I get at ni**az like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin` like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

I get at ni**az like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin` like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

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