Favorite Rapper (radio edit) - Mobb Deep

Yeah. yeah. aight? Motherfuckers!

Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots

Come through nigga... YO!

I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the enemy

And ain't nobody safe unless you bulletproof E'RYTHING

Clappin at your baby, includin your entourage

Don't be 'fraid of these slugs, they get you closer to God

I'm a homegrown terror, my pops planted the seed

When I wild, don't be mad at me, should blame him

War with us? The start of your end

Beef with these faggot-ass rappers started the trend

P? That's my grimy for life, don't fuck with him

And if word get back to me, I'm buckin you

Know it's on me hammers stuck to the hand just like glue

Like them O.G.'s smokin them trees of bamboo

Shorty thought she knew me so I had to check her

I'm a Gemini bitch, that mean I flip with the weather

I don't know how you talk to them other cats, but I ain't them

(Nah!) Put it in your mouth girlfriend

[H] Clap your favorite rapper, gives a FUCK

Gimme a minute I'll crack that ass, whassup?

[P] It's like drugs cause we gettin it back, get it back

like ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion

Yeah that's right, that's right, that's right

Know we done struck a jackpot Dunn, it's a wrap from now on

Just keep servin these niggaz portions of that raw

And sit back and countin this cash, we gettin off

Knick-knack, paddy-wack, give a dawg more

I won't stop 'til I can match my car with my clothes

And ery'day of the week, I'm switchin up flows

Spend ery'day with my peeps, half in the vultures

Peace to Uncle Imeek, he holdin down the corporates

. eatin like a Boss Hogg

Clik-clik-BAOW! Don't have me shootin my gun at y'all

Don't have me cuttin niggaz down like the sniper

You had me kill some'n, I'm tryin peel bundles

of that scratch, the thou's to the mills

Paper that our next generation gon' feel

You niggaz gettin your money? Yeah do that for real

Cause niggaz fuck with our money, we set it like the Bush family