Mobb Deep
Chinese Marines
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Chinese marines, Jet black Beamers
That Aston blue screen, I was part of the Teamsters
Money hungry, yo meet the blingers
Avenue gun holders, blow a n***a open, no demons
All my n***as slinging
Yeah, perpetual lifestyle, knife style, welcome to the cleaners
Heavyweights, you gotta come see us
You right, one knee us
Welcome to the forest of the leaders
All I do is take money, come beat us, invisible lead
Start flying, lick the head, drop the ninas
Left feeling lucky like a genius
Play both sides like Serena, found dead in the steamers
Real n***as won't talk, real as a roach
Once the lights tone, Killa be Ghost
In the new shit, light blue Pilwig
Come through (you know we ain't do it)
Rocket launcher out the window, you shoot

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Got killers in the Benzes, canine senses
Everything covered from the exit to the entrance
Dedicated goons understand it's high stakes
Life out a n***a 'til his eyes dilate
It's a cold world, surely weather with the V bombs and leathers
With the fur on the collar, we 'bout major dollars
See the hoes, they holla, when they eat us and swallow
Cause we them dime dadas, get them top shoppers
Eyes on us, death to those that lied on us
And love forever for all my soldiers that cried for us
I put my mind on it, relax, get high on it
Y'all n***as ain't built, I was designed for it
Lame n***as fall back in our presence
Bow down to the king, when you see me, nah mean
I ain't playing with you
Yeah, you gonna take one for the team
Fucking dog crying, ever seen a grown man scream
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
You tacky like head rest TVs
Your value drop, you not worth these
Bacon strips we gets, you stay broke
We stay leaning in new red Rolls
Smoke stack lightening, coming out the crack black window
That's us getting high, letting things go
We getting it, the money don't stop
The beef don't cease, the drama gonna pop
Soon as we step in the spot, shots on me
Line 'em up, kill every single bottle they got
Yeah The drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb
I'm hyper, the son don't chill, Allah
You get burned, try and dap me
These hands are made for clapping
A round of applause for that dumb ass rap beat
Now, take a bath, stay your ass down
You lift your head back up, I'm blowing brains out