Right Back at You chords by Mobb Deep
Verse 1
Bm
Now, '94 to '95, innocent
without crime
(Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life,
or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We can die together
As long as I send your maggot
ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about
my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of
hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step
and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you,
there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little
life like this?
Cause now you bump heads
with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right,
I ain't tryin' to fight
We can settle this like some grown
men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I grab the gat, then
Ain't no turning back when
I start blastin'
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm
like motion
No signs of anger or fear cause you
the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger,
word is bond
Verse 2
Bm
I put the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy
without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga,
do what we gotta do
You buckin' me,
I'm buckin' right back at you
I put the drop on you kid,
now I got you
You got the heart to get busy
without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga,
do what we gotta do
You buckin' me,
Interlude 1
I'm buckin' right back at you
Bm
Verse 3
Bm
Fuck where you at kid,
it's where you're from
Cause where I'm from,
niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way,
niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners
Come Come Come through fronting and
get stuffed with the 3-pounder
The loud sounder, ear ringer
And I'm a point the finger,
at all you wannabe gunslingers
You got a real ice grill
but are you really real
Step to the hill and I'ma test
your gun skills
Cause real niggas don't try to profile
You just a chump who needs
to get drunk to buckwild
But swing that bullshit this way
And I'm a make your visit to the bridge
a motherfucking short stay
Queensbridge, that's
where I'm from
The place where stars are born
and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you might
not make it through
What you gonna do when my whole
crew is blazing at you
With macs and tecs to lend to get
your dome crush
You thought that you could come around my way and beef,
stupid fuck
What the hell you smoking? What
the fuck possessed you
To come out your face,
now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs,
black mask and black serpent
Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30
Verse 4
Bm
I put the drop on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy
without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga,
do what we gotta do
You buckin' me,
Verse 5
I'm buckin' right back at you
Bm
Who's the richest nigga in the project,
who got it locked
Rocking Convertibles, drop
tops and mad hot
Peace to that whiz kid and playas on
his team
Who's organized,
all eyeballs is on CREAM
And your whole clique
got nothin' but raw shit
Whip after whip,
stay flashing your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishing,
team's untouchable
In the jungle, banging NaS,
Mobb Deep and Wu
There's money out there, guns catch crumbs,
those are your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches
holding your guns
You know what's out there, thousands of gram,
wrapped in Saran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness,
that's how we expand
Masked Avenger, drop your gun,
son, now surrender
Get ninjaed on the island,
plus the Bridge, boy remember
Verse 6
Bm
My little thug's selling drugs
and he's struggling
The game got him bugging,
I tried to tell him slow down cousin
But he vexed and niggas getting
wet up in the projects
But with no doubt,
shorties out for his respect
But is his brain insane from
the lye?
From smoking that 118 tiny tye
Why, a nigga just died last week
As he swore he was grown and he's
a thug in the street
But it's like that,
my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey
on his back
But I'm stressed and
he need to be blessed
With a firepack, don't even go
there cause it ain't like that
Slow down baby, he said, what,
you trying to play me?
You must be crazy,
pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze, the shot
must of dazed me
Thug selling drugs, busting slugs,
Outro 1
but he ain't crazy
Bm
Bm
Right Back at You
Mobb Deep
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