Mobb Deep — Quiet Storm lyrics

[Havoc]
In broad daylight get right..
Just been through it all man
Blood, sweat and tears
Ni***z is dead and s**t {*music fades in*}
What the f**k else can happen yo?
I don't think much more son, word to mother yo,
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let's our ni***z know right now, word to mother, for real, for real
That s**t is the truth
We're not lyin..

[Havoc]
I put my lifetime in-between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" n***a who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
N***a I pop more guns than you holdin them
Make my rout while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
F**k your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
Take affirmative action, to any a** if he askin (yeah aight)
Now here come the mack 10
You'se a d**k blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this s**t

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the real s**t, s**t to make em feel s**t (the real)
Lump em in the club s**t, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a od cause it's never enough
It's the real s**t, s**t to make em feel s**t (the real)
Lump em in the club s**t, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a od cause it's never enough

[Havoc]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
My chain hang down to my d**k, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
A n***a like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin through the motions, of gun holdin
Long shotguns down my pants leg-limpin
Killer bee you still livin, even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yo)
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [Pow!]
I love my pops for that, I love my n***a D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change whose left
And through all of that a n***a ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new ni***z just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
Wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in the rag business
Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
Cbr's and vcr's
Atv's and big screen tv's, n***a please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your s**t beaten
For real.. (yo)

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the real s**t, s**t to make em feel s**t (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club s**t, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a od cause it's never enough

[Havoc]
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That n***a P-Double got that s**t
For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
You better walk like a n***a on a tight rope do
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment -- give em that s**t they been missin
My new edition's way bitchin
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
F**k rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
Generic rap's just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred cc's on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti-head Mobb ni***z is full bred
Fully-blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
I score everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all ni***z just kneel
(To the real..)

Chorus: Havoc

Cause it's the real s**t, s**t to make em feel s**t (hip-hop *echoes*)
Lump em in the club s**t, have you wildin out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a od cause it's never enough
It's the real s**t, s**t to make em feel s**t (the real)
Lump em in the club s**t, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a od cause it's never enough
(the real... Hip-hop *echoes*)
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Songwriters: JONES, KIMBERLY / MUCHITA, KEJUAN WALIEK / JOHNSON, ALBERT J. / GLOVER, MELVIN / ROBINSON, SYLVIA (USA)
Quiet Storm lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.