"Play IV Keeps" lyrics - MOBB DEEP

[Intro: Method Man]
Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
One-time

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Yo, never liked son from day one
Bring you through, that nigga stick you and play dumb
Hate a bitch-ass, who care where you came from?
You ain't prepared for when the pain come
This nigga scared, shook to death from a cold stare
Stuntin', knowin' my brothers fiend to do you somethin' over here
We head huntin', in the function I smell fear
Adrenaline start pumpin', I Smash Pumpkins
Hard Rock be in the Cafe
Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
The last days, makin' sure I get the last say
In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back, crack your vertebrae
Lookin' for a better way to get my point across
Thoughts accelerate at the same speed of the murder rate
Lord, never perpetrate a fraud
'Til my nigga Carlton Fisk, see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Mef

[Verse 2: Streetlife]
Life's a snippet, one-way ticket
Time tickin' fast, blink, you might miss it
Schemin' on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches
Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
I Play IV Keeps, bust heat, you catch cold feet
My rap sheet speak for itself, concrete
Evident, Killah Hill resident, double dart agent
Secret intelligent, my rap style's flagrant

[Chorus: Streetlife]
Feel the sting of a Killa Bee
Johnny Blaze, Streetlife, Deck and Mobb Deep
Play IV Keeps in the city that you never sleep
Pay attention, ain't no shittin' where you gotta eat
We hold it down!

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
I move like Mad Max across the wasteland
One hand holds the head of the last brave man
Made man, Cuban Link chain of command
Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
My live team turn the club to a crime scene
High beams flash, promoters die behind C.R.E.A.M.
Get your face blown, might face the chrome
We take this more serious than just a poem

[Verse 4: Havoc]
I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent
About the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event
It's evident I smoke a cigarette down to Brownsville
Thinkin' to myself, "How many lives must my pound kill?"
Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worryin' who might turn state
So I chill, put my killer niggas on the battlefield
On the low, plottin' silent murderer, never doubt still
Never follow beef, hey, beef follow me
Wanna settle in the court? I say settle in the streets
Like our pops did it, you got gats? Get hot with it
Now you dry snitchin' because you got knocked with it
I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute
Stash my dough secure the funds of profit

[Verse 5: Prodigy]
Yo, extreme rhyme niggas, you're wastin' your time
Fuckin' with my niggas, extraordinary line swishin'
Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit
Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this
Olympic, rap javel-on, travel beyond your weak song
Doin' this for too long to not come strong
You're only a pawn of Viet Dong
Tryna form against mines, you must've just been born
Secluded on a distant farm
This is the real world where niggas get shot and shanked
Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
Crushed to dust by the next man's clutch
It's Infamous, you fucks, intense rap lust

[Chorus: Streetlife]
Feel the sting of a Killa Bee
Johnny Blaze, Streetlife, Deck and Mobb Deep
Play IV Keeps in the city that you never sleep
Pay attention, ain't no shittin' where you gotta eat
We hold it down!
Stand strong on our two feet
We all ready for a war here, fuck peace! What?
Feel the sting of a Killa Bee
Johnny Blaze, Streetlife, Deck and Mobb Deep
Play IV Keeps in the city that you never sleep
Pay attention, ain't no shittin' where you gotta eat
We hold it down!
Stand strong on our two feet
We all ready for a war here, fuck peace!

[Outro:]
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