Apostle's Warning chords by Mobb Deep
Verse 1
Am
C'mon, god, uh, you know what we gotta do,
son
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word up (make that millions)
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 2
Am
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 3
Am
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 (any man), 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
Outro 1
Word up
Am
Apostle's Warning
Mobb Deep
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