[22 seconds instrumental]
[Godfather Pt. III:]
Goddamn! - Nigga left - bleeding with his head in his hands
Wishing that he never crossed fam.
And but still niggas like that get left slain
Found days later on the ave in a can.
We used to dance all night my main man
We used to give each other pounds with da webs of our hands.
It's a click thing! - Y'all niggas wouldn't understand,
We used to get off loose cracks and bag grams.
Hold each other down, duckin' the blue van
The D's on the roof. - Plus the 6-Y cab!
Who'd ever thought you was a snake in the grass,
One of my stash whip - and keys to my lab.
You wanted me shot dead, some things you can't have
I pulled out the .8! - When you almost got stabbed,
We followed the same path, cryed and shared laughs.
Now I can't wait! - For the day to see your bloodbath,
Plug dat, fill you up with slugs rat take that!
[Chorus: Prodigy]
They never think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
They don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank - 'til shit hit the fan!
They never think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit them! (yo!)
[Prodigy:]
I'm in a Benz for stealth, thinkin on plans
Stopped at a red light, the birds like: "Damn! "
I saw one whisper to the other, that's him
That M.O.B nigga I think he platinum.
Pulled to the next corner hopped out and asked them
If they knew directions to Rhode Island
We was in East New York, they thought I was wildin'
It's a click thing they wouldn't understand.
Meanwhile I looks to my left and see some niggas frownin'
As if - they was go flip, now peep this!
I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six
The bitch wanna blow dick cause it's deep dish.
These niggas wanna twist me because of my necklace,
I'm calm though you know I got the stash in the whip.
I clap though, these niggas better blast very quick
They coming towards me, I sat in the passenger seat!
Reached underneath, grabbed the big Fifth
Acting like I'm not knowing what's happenin'.
I'm still havin' conversation with these hens
I'm 'bout to have a confratation with these mens
I know I'm going home with my chain and my head
Y'all won't dead me, I sleep in my own bed! (pop! pop! pop! pop! pop!)
[Chorus]
[beat fades out]
Mobb Deep - Shit Hits The Fan Lyrics
Mobb Deep - Shit Hits The Fan Lyrics
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[22 seconds instrumental]
[Godfather Pt. III:]
Goddamn! - Nigga left - bleeding with his head in his hands
Wishing that he never crossed fam.
And but still niggas like that get left slain
Found days later on the ave in a can.
We used to dance all night my main man
We used to give each other pounds with da webs of our hands.
It's a click thing! - Y'all niggas wouldn't understand,
We used to get off loose cracks and bag grams.
Hold each other down, duckin' the blue van
The D's on the roof. - Plus the 6-Y cab!
Who'd ever thought you was a snake in the grass,
One of my stash whip - and keys to my lab.
You wanted me shot dead, some things you can't have
I pulled out the .8! - When you almost got stabbed,
We followed the same path, cryed and shared laughs.
Now I can't wait! - For the day to see your bloodbath,
Plug dat, fill you up with slugs rat take that!
[Chorus: Prodigy]
They never think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
They don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank - 'til shit hit the fan!
They never think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit them! (yo!)
[Prodigy:]
I'm in a Benz for stealth, thinkin on plans
Stopped at a red light, the birds like: "Damn! "
I saw one whisper to the other, that's him
That M.O.B nigga I think he platinum.
Pulled to the next corner hopped out and asked them
If they knew directions to Rhode Island
We was in East New York, they thought I was wildin'
It's a click thing they wouldn't understand.
Meanwhile I looks to my left and see some niggas frownin'
As if - they was go flip, now peep this!
I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six
The bitch wanna blow dick cause it's deep dish.
These niggas wanna twist me because of my necklace,
I'm calm though you know I got the stash in the whip.
I clap though, these niggas better blast very quick
They coming towards me, I sat in the passenger seat!
Reached underneath, grabbed the big Fifth
Acting like I'm not knowing what's happenin'.
I'm still havin' conversation with these hens
I'm 'bout to have a confratation with these mens
I know I'm going home with my chain and my head
Y'all won't dead me, I sleep in my own bed! (pop! pop! pop! pop! pop!)
[Chorus]
[beat fades out]
[Godfather Pt. III:]
Goddamn! - Nigga left - bleeding with his head in his hands
Wishing that he never crossed fam.
And but still niggas like that get left slain
Found days later on the ave in a can.
We used to dance all night my main man
We used to give each other pounds with da webs of our hands.
It's a click thing! - Y'all niggas wouldn't understand,
We used to get off loose cracks and bag grams.
Hold each other down, duckin' the blue van
The D's on the roof. - Plus the 6-Y cab!
Who'd ever thought you was a snake in the grass,
One of my stash whip - and keys to my lab.
You wanted me shot dead, some things you can't have
I pulled out the .8! - When you almost got stabbed,
We followed the same path, cryed and shared laughs.
Now I can't wait! - For the day to see your bloodbath,
Plug dat, fill you up with slugs rat take that!
[Chorus: Prodigy]
They never think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
They don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank - 'til shit hit the fan!
They never think shit stank, 'til shit hit the fan!
Niggas don't think shit stank, 'til shit hit them! (yo!)
[Prodigy:]
I'm in a Benz for stealth, thinkin on plans
Stopped at a red light, the birds like: "Damn! "
I saw one whisper to the other, that's him
That M.O.B nigga I think he platinum.
Pulled to the next corner hopped out and asked them
If they knew directions to Rhode Island
We was in East New York, they thought I was wildin'
It's a click thing they wouldn't understand.
Meanwhile I looks to my left and see some niggas frownin'
As if - they was go flip, now peep this!
I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six
The bitch wanna blow dick cause it's deep dish.
These niggas wanna twist me because of my necklace,
I'm calm though you know I got the stash in the whip.
I clap though, these niggas better blast very quick
They coming towards me, I sat in the passenger seat!
Reached underneath, grabbed the big Fifth
Acting like I'm not knowing what's happenin'.
I'm still havin' conversation with these hens
I'm 'bout to have a confratation with these mens
I know I'm going home with my chain and my head
Y'all won't dead me, I sleep in my own bed! (pop! pop! pop! pop! pop!)
[Chorus]
[beat fades out]