MOBB DEEP – EXTORTION

Lyrics

Intro:
Yeah...
Time to let these niggaz know Son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G
Yo...
Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy
Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting
(Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)
Verse Two: Havoc, Method
Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch
I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and then played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't give a fuck
If the next crew get the scissor...
(Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion)
Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do
You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps
Chew on that shit
Punk faggot (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of matches
(Yeah, that's just about it)
Under pressure like fat bitches...

Paroles (Traduction)

Intro :
Ouais...
Il est temps de faire savoir à ces gars, mec
Ces gars ne veulent même pas foutrement comprendre
Tu vois ce que je veux dire ? Il est temps de les frapper avec le troisième degré
Ouais, tu connais le QBC, ici pour lâcher un G
Yo...
Couplet un : Havoc, Prodigy
Regarde dans les yeux, Véritables Mensonges, tout ton groupe méprise
Surtout moi, H-A-V-O-C
Je ne veux pas de ta nana, car elle brûle au troisième degré
En plus, tu balances, tu n'as aucun lien avec moi
Je reste fort, pendant que tu cries parole d'honneur
Mentant à travers tes dents jurant sur ton premier né
Ta parole est faible, va organiser un enterrement là-dedans
Je t'atteins rapidement, strictement ce que je vis
Tu marches sur une ligne fine, tu es religieux, eh bien tu pèches
En t'embrouillant avec le Mobb, Infamous jusqu'à la fin
Je tiens un Ruger neuf, avec un disque infâme
Point rouge droit sur ton visage, alors mets les voiles ou prends-le
Et continuant de conduire, démarre comme l'Indy 5 G
Dans un camion Ford quatre fois avec de la vitesse
comme dans un film, ce mec est Autant en emporte le vent
Mon travail criminel, du style ninja, a été fait
Et s'en est sorti, a échappé, les flics de la traque
Tout ce qui mène à la source, tu connais le boss
du Mobb qui tue, c'est comme une énigme non résolue
Déconcertant, personne ne sait, c'est de l'histoire ancienne
La folie m'entoure, je dois souvent être charmant
Ça ne rate jamais, il y a toujours quelque chose
Pas de repos, je dois porter mon gilet tous les jours
Je tire sur ton meilleur pote ouais ton MVP
Il était en première ligne et a été abattu immédiatement
Je brand

Thématique La rue

Style Rap

Keywords Method man, Mobb Deep

Entités normées Method Man, Mobb Deep