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Mobb Deep - H.N.I.C lyrics
Yo, it gets no better than this
 It's the hottest shit on street
 It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat
 The solar system stand still
 Gods listen when I speak the world pay attention it's
 Capital P, niggaz rather hang up
 Ya niggaz know my handle, talkin like you straight thug
 Dunn, I catch you while you shoppin for kicks
 suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and, oh
 >From now on, call me Columbo
 Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a fuck?
 Look at my chain, look at my anklet
 But are you listenin to the words man? My shit bang kid
 Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend, you get the dick
 that's basically it
 These rap niggaz think I'm talkin bout them, nigga please
 you ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead
 I be the H.N.I.C.
 The head nigga in charge
 The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
 The M.O.B.B., the status - we large
 The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
 The H.N.I.C.
 The Head Nigga in Charge
 The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
 The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
 The M.O.B.B., the status - we large
 I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this
 We pop bottles, celebrate your death blow a kissMobb Deep - H.N.I.C - http://motolyrics.com/mobb-deep/hnic-lyrics.html
 at your wittle bitch, wish pain on your kids
 Piss on your casket kick ya tombstone and shit, dog
 And I ain't even that foul type a dude
 But all's fair in love and war it's whatcha hand called for
 Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
 But fuck it, they could get it too, simple as you
 And I be God-damned if they put they hands on me
 Money brings power and puts guns in parties
 Sends niggaz on Amtrak with those for your body
 It pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef, huh
 Hardly, you all know what that is
 I grew up in the hoods and the projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
 Teenage killers with Mack-10s
 Best friends cut each other's throat and twist they own fan backwards
 Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit
 Album sold out keeps me far from the big house
 The hand guns from that bigger house
 Cuz ain't nobody cuttin for me to enforce to hold it down like
 The H.N.I.C.
 The Head Nigga in Charge
 The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
 The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
 The MOBB, the status - we large
 The H.N.I.C.
 The Head Nigga in Charge
 The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
 The MOBB, the status - we large
 The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb... 
Mobb Deep H.N.I.C








