Apostle’s Warning

By Mobb Deep

On Hell On Earth

Released on November 19, 1996

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[Intro: Havoc]

C'mon, god, uh, you know what we gotta do, son

You know what I'm sayin'? Word up (Them millions, fam)

Make that millions, fam

No doubt

It's only there for the taking, son (Take it all, baby)

Matter fact, let me get some of that beer, son

Niggas drunk all that shit (Ayo)


[Verse 1: Havoc]

41st Side convention, Queens connection

The Bridge we reppin' any party that we step in

Get the Henny up, VSOP immediately

Extra bent, wildin' out, son, is evident

We stash cream, mansions fulfill my dream

Ice rings gleam, spread love throughout the whole team

Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations

No conversation, bring on your good confrontation

You hesitatin', ass bettin', that's bad business

For the game, nigga, get out the business

You waste of space, substitute, here's a replace

We deface, smack the smile off your fuckin' face

Taint the taste, send you home back to vacate

Get your shit together plus your mind straight


[Verse 2: Prodigy]

Yo, my empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes

My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes

We pull off at high stakes

Great escapes, expand, shift team downstate

Dreams of growing old with my son to live great

Little man, I'm plannin' to enhance your mindstate

The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life

The one before me was a one even more trife

My understandin', I'll raise you with precise plannin'

And put you on to the whole game of this planet

But I gotta survive in order to follow through

Plans to live lotto, me and my little kicko

Any man tryna stop us, he get wet, though

You couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no antidote

You put your hands too close and try to approach

I won't snap at you, I'm goin' for throats

And when you feel my bite, you sing high notes

I peeped you from deep and then you got cut close

My formulae, I live life do or die

Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy

Prodigy, turnin' niggas to protegés

My protegé, I advise your ass to make way, make way

For fully-auto gun spray

You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap game

This man is half mad scientist, half sane

Create a rhyme labyrinth like poisonous cannabis

Here, take a toke of this deadly rare vocalist

Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locusts

Like sunlight through a magnifying glass, I'll focus and burn

A hole straight through your brain and leave you open (Oh, shit)

And let the venom soak in

You start sweatin' and goin' through convulsions from dope shit I writ

Leavin' niggas stuck, I let stick

Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick

I'll wrap you up, a cocoon, get caught up in the midst

A dangerous, it's risky business fuckin' with this

Contender number one, I put you on top of the list

You're the best challenger so far, I'll give you this

But peep this (What?), fatal shots to solar plex

Man down, now who dares to go next?

Like General Monk Monk, orders to chop necks

I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit

Atomic, no time for calm shit

We hyperactive when it's time to Vietnam it

Your whole alliance gets singlehandedly bombed

Take heed to the apostle's warning

Word up