Mobb Deep - Flavor For The Non Believes Lyrics
[havoc]Yo.. this is flavor for the non believesSit back, take a seat, and dont forget to pass the weedAnd by the way, this is all the way liveAnd the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimesPumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause I wannaThe little don ho drug dealer ? performerAt my height, Im described as a midgetBut it aint about height - its about, can I kick it?Some say Im too little, but yo Im too illI hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a philYou dont want a beef with this juvenile delinquentIm not good, Im livin like a hoodAnd when I kick mcs abandon shipCause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipseYo, havoc is the man that you have to bringCause Im flippin like pages in a word up magazineSweet like candy, the poetic vigilanteSo explicit even porno flicks ban meAnd girls gel me like jheri curl activateThe forty dog drinkin money grip youre dead and stinkinBrain cells overload when Im thinkinThis is a rap rape, and I leave a fat tasteGet off the microphone kid, stay in a childs placeI cook you up, like uptown raw baseAnd leave you open like if you just saw scarfaceLike I said it before, shorty scores, I get rawFor the cause, battle me, take a lossI steal shows like belbivdevoesAnd put on my latex when I hit up the hoesYou know the flavor kid, give me my propsCause its 1992, and all the bullshit stops..Check it, this is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believesCheck it, this is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believes[prodigy]Mr. soul, trunk jewels sippin old goldRoll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and strollProdigy, verbally tragic and Im toxicCheck out the way check out the way the way that I drop itYou know my style, step back, cause Im buckwildAll it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smileBaby grand puba, little rick the rulerAnd in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddhaMcs cant get with mister misterMoney dont fake moves cause I probably hit your sisterIm on a mission word is bondWord to god, I goes on.. the little donSmooth and fantastic as I get drasticShake your brain mentally and psychopathicI murder with the brain of hitler blackAnd me bein weak, even kodak couldnt picture thatThis is flavor for theThis is flavor for the non believesFlavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believes[havoc]Niggaz dont understand first of allI rip when I rip check it, never stallFreestyle meanwhile for you and yoursIm goin all out, check itYou thought I couldnt wish I wanna do what I didI did it so I done, kill another *****in kidCause I dont give a mother*****, and you doThats why your stupid ass got buckedOutta luck, never took the time to wishTook a ***** down then Im out like quickNestle chocolate, munch like its ?That was then, this is now, Im goin for the goldThirty yard touchdown, mr. short*****in niggaz *****es just for the sportBut not without the jimmy, cause *****es nowadaysKnows mad jig tricks, and that I aint withOh shit, time to move, time to move, here we goWith another fly groove, cause Im so smoothNever like to brag, but i, do it stillSip on a 40, smoke on the philSo next time kid you wanna beef just chillBefore I break your ass up to bitsHow many licks would it takeCheck it out one two three *****-ass nigga licksThis is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believes
