Bài hát Quiet Storm Báo Lỗi

In broad daylight get right..

Just been through it all man

Blood sweat and tears

Niggaz is dead and shit [music fades in]

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 niggaz know right now

Word to mother, for real, for real

That shit is the truth

I'm not lyin..


[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 them

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 ninety-eight 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 (yeah aight)

Now here come the mack 10

You'se 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 night fist thrower

Rusty shank holder, we live this shit


[Chorus: Havoc]


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

Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this

(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough

It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)

Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this

(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough


[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 tecs, are you the same too?

Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin

Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin

Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too

He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)

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 niggaz just scared to death

I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right

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

Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business

Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)

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.. (yo)


[Chorus: Havoc]


Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])

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


[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 top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent

You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope 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 diseased

generic rap's 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 niggaz 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, nuttin less or more

I score everytime for sure

while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil

(To the real..)


[Chorus: Havoc]


Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop [echoes])

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

It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)

Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this

(hip-hop [echoes]) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut

Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough

(the real... hip-hop [echoes])