Quiet Storm

By Mobb Deep

On Murda Muzik

Released on March 14, 1999

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[Intro: Prodigy]

Done been through it all, man

Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit

What the fuck else can happen, yo?

I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo

We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo

Let y'all niggas know right now

Word to mother, for real, for real

That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'


[Verse 1: Prodigy]

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines

I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme

P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them

Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' 'em

Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men

Unload ten in broad daylight, get right, fuck your life!

Hop on my '98 dirt bike

You try to stop mines from growin'?

I'll make your blood stop flowin'

Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'

Now here come the MAC-10

You's a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language

What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'

You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics

Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it

You ain't no wildin' out for the Knife-Fist thrower

Rusty shank holder, we live this shit


[Chorus: Havoc]

‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough

Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough


[Verse 2: Prodigy]

Yo, the P rock forty-inch cables, drinkin' White Label

My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables

Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke

A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you the same too?

Goin' through the emotions of gun holdin'

Long shotgun's down my pants leg, limpin'

Killa B, you still livin'

Even my pops too, he taught me how to shoot when I was seven (Yo)

I used to bust shots crazy

I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (Pow)

I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black

I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left

And through all of that, a nigga ain't scared of death

All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death

I spent too many nights sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right

Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business

Do things for the kids (The little thuns)

Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth

CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's

Nigga, please, don't make me have to risk my freedom

We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in (For real)


[Chorus: Havoc]

‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit (Hip-hop, hip-hop)

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough


[Verse 3: Prodigy]

It go one, two, three to the fourth

That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls

Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew

In Hell's Kitchen, I chef the impossible

To serve hot plates all across the Unified States

Sit down and sup with the top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin', boy, move diligent

You better walk like the nigga on a tightrope do

Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission

First assignment — give 'em that shit they been missin'

My new edition's way bitchin'

Those that listen get addicted to my diction

Fuck rhymes, I write prescriptions for your disease

Generic raps just not potent like P's

One-thousand-one-hundred CC's on the throttle

I peel off, chest naked on Katanas

Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is full bred

Fully-blown melanin tone

I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses

But thirst for worse beats

So I can put more product out on the street

Get respect and love all across the board

We've been adored for keepin' it raw

Nothin' less or more, I score every time for sure

While the rest of y'all niggas just nil


[Chorus: Havoc]

‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough

‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit

Lump 'em in the club shit

Have you wildin' out when you bump this

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough