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Still Shinin' Lyrics

Artist: Mobb Deep
Album: Hell On Earth

[Prodigy]
We shot the motherfuckin pack yo
Yo to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized
We cook the shake move the weight across the tri state
Them jooks niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger
My Infamous Mobb get on they job
The truth gets revealed like you W. Fard
Some sheisty New York niggaz thirsty for chedda
You shinin' you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater
Keepin this rap fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs sellin cross far waters
My Mobb pits is like dime bricks
Satisfaction, guaranteed real shit
Rapper Noyd, we meet you at the top kid
And once we all on top, ain't no stoppin it
I'm headstrong, at peace with myself like Islam
You stupid, a hundred niggaz form around me
Like forcefield pull out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
Motherfucker

Chorus: (together)

Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy
Still shinin', still climbin
Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy
Still shinin', still climbin

[Havoc]
Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son
Nine six to the motherfuckin year two G
The Mobb got it locked with the Master keys
Word life combination to the safe it's on
Get that loot motherfucker spread love well you warned
The forty-first got the heat, for them niggaz that thirst
Yes devine nine shine put that ass in line
Regulate, I'm only here just to take what's mine
Must hit combine, dangerous minds Dunn bust the outline
A half a man generatin grands
Kid you know how I go only fuck with fam
That's why you're lookin from the outside in, wonderin
How we bubblin, hustlin, break you days in
Grimy motherfuckers, gettin info from your baby's mother
Got her pillow talkin while that ass was sleepwalkin
So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live
You better be on point when you walk in the rest
Your broke ass probably don't got a vest
So I suggest change your location is best
Because I'm comin through army fatigue dressed
Blessed with hollow tips yes, to burn through your dirty ass Guess
Yes, still shinin', still climbin

[Prodigy]
Hey yo, yo Tommy, word break the fuck off what is you tryin?
His faggot ass cats'll get capped for even tryin
You tried to confront me, but only faced iron
From holes to your shirt like Jamaican clothes
Fuck the miss, the science of numbers is how I live
If we ain't gettin mathetmatics somethin got to give
Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live
is no way to live, resort to Plan B
Start to stickin, strong-arm robbery and ice pickin
It's sneak vickin, it's cold outside I think it's
past time for me to grab the clapper and take mine
You follow what I'm sayin it's like leadin the blind
Tryin to voice a clear picture of this life of crime
You slow learners'll understand in due time
Up the ladder of success with tecs, we tryin to eat
and put that fly shit on my back, and bless my feet
With some new and improved, spectate or make a move
Hesitate or regulate it's on you
Crime nigga yo

Chorus 2X

What?
Nine six motherfucker
The Infamous

Comments/Interpretations

by J Bro on 8/23/2008 10:09am
Fucking Nice!

by Yogi285 on 4/28/2009 9:45pm
great track from tha infamous

by Moawiah on 7/3/2009 7:19am
thug muzik...fuck 2pac

by dan on 3/30/2010 1:26pm
this is from hell on earth actually

by atesz on 1/12/2011 9:16am
epic....

by Joe on 3/20/2011 7:11am
If u aint getting mathematics something got to give!

by petromobb on 7/15/2011 12:31pm
corrections:
Fresh out the muthafuckin pack (as in a pack of cigarettes)
special deliver sending shots through your Ac Vigor (sending bullets through your Acura Vigor)
my clique combine, dangerous minds...
spread love when you on (when you get put on in the rap game)
hey yo your timing was way the fuck off what is you tryin (your flow was off)
put holes though your shirt like jamaican clothes....
fuck the mist

by BigCity212(dot)com on 2/7/2012 6:57am
The truth gets revealed like your W4 (tax form)

by reese on 5/13/2013 6:01am
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger ACC VIGOR (a car)... not act bigger