Soft and warm a quiet storm Quiet as when flowers talk at break of dawn Break of dawn A power source of tender force Generatin', radiatin' Turn me on
grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom Stop 'em in they tracks, goin' at 'em when you send 'em Imperial dogs, creepin' through fog Carved needle slip and you fold, the shit's lethal We roll Mobb
Bring it to these niggas son Yeah, it's that war shit It's that war shit [Incomprehensible] And you know what Dun It makes you sick to hear the Mobb
an' Q's Keep ya eyes bright comin' out ya buildin', Duke You might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya death Niggaz slumber, I put 'em in a deep coma
Yea yea yea no matter what you think A ho gonna be a ho Know what I'm sayin' And a nigga definitely gonna be a nigga 'Coz I'm a nigga M O double B I
Nigga (yea nigga, it's like that y'all niggaz, what) Chorus: prodigy It's murda muzak, niggaz on my block relate to it Murda muzak, my peoples on the
feel me? You feel me? I'll write a graphic page Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
Yeah uh huh That true shit That shit that makes me feel shit To all my niggas and my bitches Yo, check it, uh huh It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes
muzik, thug muzik The infamous all around, and you know we get down So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound Thug muzik, thug muzik
The killa's shit dun, no doubt The undisputed For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police
Ahh haa Yea yea Ahh haa First of all, we the one and only infamous Everybody wanna use the name Soundin' all blame We come up in the party With them
mouth tight Ain't got no worries for y'all niggaz man, y'all niggaz is crazy Hey yo, its hell on earth down here the pavement scorching It's more on roc when the Mobb
you just a no name nigga frontin' Get your hardware lets treat it like a contest And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit Murda Muzik my
Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing For my dogs on the corner that cook
see let go, niggas don't want to see the tech blow Watch me blow the crowd like techno music nigga When it come to murder you know we do it for the
Nigga (Yea nigga, it's like that y'all niggaz, what) Chorus: Prodigy It's Murda Muzak, niggaz on my block relate to it Murda Muzak, my peoples on the
Translation: Mobb Deep. Murda Muzik.
