Quiet Storm (Remix) Lyrics

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Quiet Storm (Remix) Lyrics

Artist Mobb Deep

{*rain and thunder in the background*} [Havoc] In broad daylight get right..

Just been through it all man Blood sweat and tears Niggaz is dead and shit

{*music fades in*} What the fuck else can happen yo? I dont think much more son

word to mother yo We done seen it all and been through it all yo Let y'all

niggaz know right now Werd to mother for real for real [Lil' Kim] Queen Bee baby

[Havoc] That shit is the truth [Lil' Kim] Lil' Kim, B.I.G. [Havoc] I am not

lyin.. Yo.. {*echoes*} Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things Keepin it

thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains,

it pours and all Hit em with the four Don't even know him from a hole in the

wall Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me? Put it right where

they back be Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer Sendin kites with

the Motorolas, yo Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match Bad

apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats Since a little dude, eatin niggaz

food, buck-fifty's Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me How about that, send

the Queen Bee to attack Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh Rock

em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead Yo I smile up in your face though I

am plottin instead [Lil' Kim] Uhh, uhh Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X) Yo it's the

real shit, shit to make you feel shit Thump em in the club shit Have you wildin

out when you bump this (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough [Lil' Kim] "Hot damn hoe, here we go

again" +Lyte as a Rock+ bitch, hard as a cock bitch This shit knock for blocks

through hardtops in the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot My

Brook-lyn style speak for itself Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt

The embezzler, chrome treasurer The U-N-O competitor, I am ten steps ahead of ya

I am a leader, y'all on some followin shit Comin in this game on some modelin

shit Bitches suck cock just to get to the top I put a hundred percent, in every

line I drop It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B Queensbridge Brooklyn and

we're D-double-E-P What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live Aiyyo Prodigy, tell

em what this is Dunn Uhh, uhh Chorus [Prodigy] Yo, I could never get enough of

it, yo that's my shit I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo rock that

shit, that real life shit Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love

it We come through like, "Fuck it" Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it

Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait at the round table, my Dunn speakin

with his Twin ghost It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch Attracted to our

style, this is how we get down wit big jewelry and big guns We get busy, it get

grizzly, beat niggaz bloody Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin 'fore the mens

get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin When

my niggaz step in the place Damn, you gotta luv it Chorus [Lil' Kim] It's the

real Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop..

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