Mobb Deep Rare Species/Modus Operandi lyrics

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Yo, however do u want, however do you need P
My Mobb bring it back to life, back to reality
You walk a fine line playin' wit mine
The greatest story ever told in rhyme

We climax in ninety five, wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time don't rush the clock, Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin' the pot down slow

But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin' ass heads catchin' shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin' this probably recording this
Of course kids keepin', they sights upon this

Exclusiveness like some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole shh

Yo, we the men for the operation
You know the M O, B B's, warrior style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on your wide screen TVs
From Jones Beach to over seas from over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CCs

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while I handle the Henny thinkin'
You never catch me sleepin', stay on top of this properly

I know they watchin' me, if not they probably waitin' for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the remedy
Let 'em get a little cold, let 'em smell the tree smoke
Hit 'em where we blow and don't let nobody know

The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you really think about it

Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli tique the same vision
41st till I dearly depart, till then
I'll be somewhere gettin' bent up in a den

Sippin gin, while you shook cats
Just pretend to be something
That your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I ain't even feelin' you cats


Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son, you know we passed that, get 'em outta here
'Cuz you could have that

Four pounds, stumbled off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin', like girls, get feminine when handlin', guns
You could run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun

Without a fight, son, we keep the house dope
Like (unverified) pie fendis (unverified)
We twist and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully

Now they bandin', court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V O P and N C C V
And send me up a hub to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf

Or wait until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing

I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings
Pulled out to my man, look out
Commits to warfare and rock these to sleep like this here
Seventy two like as if I was back on the top

Hours of thinkin' about how I'ma tip
They ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm bashing

No knowledge of the man nor his action
Class now is session, soldiers, boys
Today's aim is never show your heat and don't flame it

You playin' life wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and Peed on

Yo, we the men for the operation
You know the M O, B B's, warrior style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on your wide screen TVs
From Jones Beach to over seas from over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CCs