Mobb Deep Put Em In Their Place

[Prodigy]

Yeah, yeah..

Payback..



[Hook: Prodigy] - repeat 2X

Infamous up in this, you know how we get down

Is that yo hoe? She feelin our style

We come through the spot real heavy on the waist

So when they wanna move, we put em in they place



[Prodigy]

Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves

Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas

Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm

Got tattoos wit skin and scars from brawls

Gotta buildin for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard

Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone

Kings of New York, Im one of the few of those

Difficulties to come, its gon be funerals

You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave

I get paid, cause I got murder fore sixteen

And Im so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank

So much stash, I just laugh at yo face

Blow a stack on David, cause Ima pyro

Maniac from carriage, wit the Rolls Gold

I was told by the O.G.s like my Pops

If you cant whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot)



[Hook] - repeat 2X



[Havoc]

Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots

Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop

Block party departed, somebody got bodied

Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie

Yeah, young dude wit jewels and barrel lens

Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin it up in the mix

Fast forward to 06, gettin head in the 06

Have a chick, feelin like she workin out on that Bow-Flex

Im focused, looked through my lens, see my vision

Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin

From that hallway kissin, there was room in the Carlton

I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin

Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele hoe

You dont do the tele, oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go

Workin wit a lot of dough, and a little bit of time

Bitch I wanna fuck, I dont wanna know whats on ya mind



[Hook] - repeat 2X



[Prodigy]

Yeah, I know you cant believe it.. WHOO!

We still soakin it all in ourselves

Hollywood Hav (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)

Its our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson

Go head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich

You aint the only millionaires on the block no more

Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? Thats new money nigga

We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (lets do it)

G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep
[ Put em In Their Place Lyrics ]