MOBB DEEP / JESUS PIECE

Part 1 - MOBB DEEP

[Produced by V Don]

[Chorus]
Jesus Piece set it off Queen Latif'
Run on me, I bang bang Chief Keef
Doesn't matter if you call police
Causing havoc when we mob deep
Me and my niggas mad deep
About to give 'em Hell on Earth like Mobb Deep
It's gonna be a quiet storm like Mobb Deep
Causing havoc when we mob deep

[Verse 1]
Trying to be the head nigga in charge like Prodigy
Who the fuck stopping me?
Take your bitch take her home and I fuck her probably
All night long to that Usher discography
Cold Game cold-hearted no apologies
JFK on the way to wherever them check is
Smoking dope in L.A., sipping lean in Texas
Lifestyle of the young & reckless
Ain't had a meal all day, I popped some Xans for breakfast

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus Piece set it off Queen Latif'
Run on me, I bang bang Chief Keef
Doesn't matter if you call police
Causing havoc when we mob deep

[Verse 2]
Been having crazy thoughts in my head lately
I'm on that fuck you, bitch, pay me
If he got it we gonna hit 'em up
I need that Bentley truck
Whenever that shit drop
So lonely at the top
I see no competition
My bitch on television
No top the roof is missing
No top then I'm dismissing
I need that head first
Nah I need that bread first
So much stress that my head hurts

[Chorus]
Jesus Piece set it off Queen Latif'
Run on me, I bang bang Chief Keef
Doesn't matter if you call police
Causing havoc when we mob deep
Me and my niggas mad deep
About to give 'em Hell on Earth like Mobb Deep
It's gonna be a quiet storm like Mobb Deep
Causing havoc when we mob deep

Part 2 - JESUS PIECE

[Produced by Thelonious Martin]

[Verse]
Yeah, Jesus Piece on my neck, the Lord blessed us
Went and ran with them chickens like Precious
He could've died but he didn't life's precious
Pussy-ass niggas don't want no pressure
Bad bitches like, "Slay, undress us."
Claim they're real but they're fake like wrestlers
.44s, MAC-11s on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
I remember when my uncle threw me my first magnum
He said, "Don't be afraid to cock it either!"
They say the streets is a jungle I got jungle fever
And if them niggas run up on you you might need it
And if them boys run up on you just hide the heater
Block bleeder, blood on my wifebeater
Turn a good girl into a eater
And I don't even leave the crib without it either
Cold Game, motherfucker!