Apostles Warning Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Apostles Warning Lyrics

    Intro: Havoc

    Uhh GOD, uhh, y'know what we gotta do son!
    Y'knowhutI'msayin? Word up!
    Make that millions fam!
    No doubt! It's only there for the takings son
    Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son
    We drunk all that shit, hey yo!

    (Havoc)

    44th Side convention, Queens connection
    The Bridge be rep'tin
    Any party that we step in get they heady-up
    V-S-O-P immediately, extra bent
    Rob then out son is evident
    We stash CREAM, mansions fulfill my dream
    Ice 'reams gleam, spread love throughout the whole team
    Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations
    No conversation, bring all ya good confrontation
    You hesitatin, ass spittin, that's bad business
    for the game nigga, get out the business
    You waste space, substitute here's the briefcase
    We deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin face
    Tainted taste, send ya home back to vacate
    Get your shit together plus your mind straight

    (Prodigy)

    Yo
    My empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes
    My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes
    We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
    Dreams are growing over and my son'll 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 of an 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 thru plans to live lot-o
    Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o
    He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no hanky
    Don't 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 'cha sing high notes
    I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats
    My formulae-I live life do or die
    Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy
    Prodigy turnin niggas to protoges
    My protege I advise ya ass to make way
    Make way...for fully-auto gun spray
    You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap yea
    This man is half mad scientist-half sane
    Creative rhyme labryinth like poisonous cannabis
    Here take a toke of this daily rare roackalist
    Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locust
    Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus em
    Burn a hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shit!)
    and let the venom soak in
    You start sweatin and goin thru convulsions from dope shit I write
    Leavin niggas stuck, I let spit
    Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick
    I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst
    As dangerous as 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 that soloplex
    Man down, now who dares to go next?
    Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks
    I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit
    Atomic, no time for calm shit
    We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit
    Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded
    Take heed to the apostle's warning
    Word up!


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