Artist/Band: 
Mobb Deep 
Lyrics for Song: Can't Get Enough Of It 
Lyrics for Album: Hell On Earth [1996]
  
               
  25215>[Havoc]
  QBC
  About to take over, your area!
  YO
 
 
  Left to right protect the life, guard my castle
  When goin at you, take it to the gats if I have to
  It's the hassle, jealous thugs I suppose squeeze
  turn that ass to Swiss cheese, leave permanent holes
  And to them hoes, you know how it go, no dough
  Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
  Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
  that don't trick, ladyless, just associates
  Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it
  I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's
  them fake rappers, but they damn good actors
  From population, through the math I subtract them
  You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
  You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
  Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya
  Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped
  convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit
  Handle B-I, on some calm shit
 
 
  [General G]
  I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics
  My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual
  For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle
  Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly
  Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got
  Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O
  Can't You See, I'm the Total, vocals is low blow
  Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!)
  Toe to toe complex the next expert, who's in control?
  Episode, ya can't control your fascination
  Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
  Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
  Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports
  Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile
  Wild out for snakeness equals foul
  General G, blowin Dutches in the train
 
 
  Chorus: Mobb Deep
 
 
  Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
  I can't get enough of it
  Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
  Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
  When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo
 
 
  I can't get enough of it
  Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
  Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
  When my cats attack you got your knot split
  We out to win and that's it!
  We out to win it like this!
 
 
  [Prodigy]
  It's like this kid, aiyyo
  We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
  out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
  Take notes nigga, best check the index
  Look over anything that you might've missed
  You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists
  Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin
  Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin
  on imbecile niggaz who ain't got they feet grounded
  Precise, astonishin shots split ya skin's top
  We sent pops, catch you from two blocks
  Don't run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin
  Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin
  Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock
  This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin hot
  Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot
  Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot
  Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot
  My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke
  Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through
  (Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)
  Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple
  Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
  You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
  Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
  Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors
  Word up
 
 
  [Havoc]
  Aiyyo we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats
  One hundred and oh, nigga go check the stats
  QB, yeah that name hold weight and ring bells
  All you niggaz Shook and It Ain't Hard To Tell
  Major clientele, the Infamous cartel
  Catch a buck fifty, them stars we scar well
  Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
  Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch
  Laid up, sippin all types of shit, get ya chick bent
  Talk the bitch to death til there's no info left
  Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf I'm petrol
  Regulate the Metropolitan, niggaz gettin bodied in
  in the lobby-in, lock the door it ain't safe, kid
  Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it
 
 
  Chorus: Mobb Deep
 
 
  Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
  I can't get enough of it
  Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
  Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
  When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo
 
 
  I can't get enough of it
  Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
  Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
  When my cats attack you got your knot split
  We out to win and that's it!
  We out to win it like this!
 
 
  *crowd noise to end*
 
 
  That's my shit! Yo
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