Zavion Isaias - Mobb Deep Lyrics

Was my first day back, now the second time to slap
Tearing up the track like Landon Coop at quarterback
F*cking up the cats like Gipson with sack
Swinging on the fags bring in Rudy from the f*cking back
Used to smoke it with my cousin, see who blacks out from the puffing
Then we slid in with some honeys, take our pick on who we f*cking
All up on the gram till we see somebody running
They mouth, we leave the house, and we find out who we jumping
Uppercut and Bitch slap, right hook, leave em mismatched
Knock a bitch back, and we kick em where they kids at
Pull my fist back, then I bring it cross his chin strap
Draw an audience with the sound of a crisp slap
Walked away from that, till we ran into a couple dudes
They recognized me when I asked them who the f*ck are you
Ain't even respond, I just knew that I was f*cking screwed
Couldn't even say a word until they all swung on Vu
Now its on, 3 on 1, fists and feet all on me
Must've hit my funny bone, they laughing and they talking
Made them stop laughing when I got the fools up off me
Showed the fools the strength of Eminem mixed with Mobb Deep
Cockiness and confidence, I beat all 3 its nonsense
Had them f*ckers crying but you couldn't tell me nothing
Guess they don't like it, well, they can suck my cock then
You f*ck with me you're stuck with me, ain't no way I'm stopping
Was my first day back, now the second time to slap
Tearing up the track like Landon Coop at quarterback
F*cking up the cats like Gipson with sack
Swinging on the fags bring in Rudy from the f*cking back
Square up, this ain't fair stuff, they'll knock you out your chair, tough
Throw you through the air, f*ck, that's what you get for staring cuz
You talk all that but you ain't shit, don't tell me that you with it kid
The only time you square up, is multiplying 6 by 6
Homie what you talk about? I saw you when you lost a bout
Don't tell me that you fought a crowd, you got knocked by the smallest clown
Homie put it up, you tell me you don't lose a bunch
If when you see me, lights out, you better f*cking prove it cuz
The f*ck you talking to? It's the homie Z.I.V.
You forgot the shit I rep? Its the f*cking 503
Shit I really meant 530, been my time since Z was 3
But I'm still gon throw it up, it's not blood but it'll make you bleed
That's on 3rd, That's on E, I know what the f*ck to do
If these girls come on me, I tell them, I don't f*ck with you
World's worst like Casey T's, style's vintage yeah you knew
I know you heard me when I speak, coming straight out of '02
Was my first day back, now the second time to slap
Tearing up the track like Landon Coop at quarterback
F*cking up the cats like Gipson with sack
Swinging on the fags bring in Rudy from the f*cking back