Quiet Storm

In broad daylight get right
 Just been through it all man
 Blood sweat and tears
 Niggaz is dead and shit
 What the fuck else can happen yo?
 We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
 Let y'all niggaz know right now
 Word to mother, for real, for real
 That shit is the truth
 I'm not lyin
 I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
 I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
 P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
 Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them
 Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
 Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
 Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
 You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
 Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
 Now here come the mack 10
 You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
 What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
 You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
 Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
 You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
 Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
 Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 (Hip-hop echoes) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 (Hip-hop echoes) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
 My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
 Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
 A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
 Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
 Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
 Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
 He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
 I used to bust shots crazy
 I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
 I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
 I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
 And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
 All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
 I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
 Wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
 Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
 Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
 Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
 CBR's and VCR's
 ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
 Don't make me have to risk my freedom
 We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
 For real. (yo)
 Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 It go one, two, three to the fourth
 That nigga P-Double got that shit
 For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
 In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
 To serve hot plates all across the unified states
 Sit down and sup with top rap reps
 We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
 You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
 Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
 First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
 My new edition's way bitch
 Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
 Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
 Generic rap's just not potent like P's
 One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
 I peel off chest naked on Katanas
 Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
 Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
 And verses, but thirst for worse beats
 So I can put, more product out on the street
 Get respect and love, all across the board
 We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
 I score everytime for sure
 While the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
 (To the real)
 Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop echoes)
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 (Hip-hop echoes) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 (The real... hip-hop)
 
 In broad daylight get right
 Just been through it all man
 Blood sweat and tears
 Niggaz is dead and shit
 What the fuck else can happen yo?
 We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
 Let y'all niggaz know right now
 Word to mother, for real, for real
 That shit is the truth
 I'm not lyin
 I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
 I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
 P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
 Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them
 Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
 Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
 Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
 You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
 Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
 Now here come the mack 10
 You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
 What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
 You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
 Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
 You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
 Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
 Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 (Hip-hop echoes) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 (Hip-hop echoes) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
 My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
 Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
 A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
 Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
 Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
 Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
 He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
 I used to bust shots crazy
 I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)
 I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
 I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
 And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
 All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
 I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
 Wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
 Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
 Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
 Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
 CBR's and VCR's
 ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
 Don't make me have to risk my freedom
 We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
 For real. (yo)
 Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 It go one, two, three to the fourth
 That nigga P-Double got that shit
 For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
 In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
 To serve hot plates all across the unified states
 Sit down and sup with top rap reps
 We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
 You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
 Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
 First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
 My new edition's way bitch
 Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
 Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
 Generic rap's just not potent like P's
 One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
 I peel off chest naked on Katanas
 Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
 Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
 And verses, but thirst for worse beats
 So I can put, more product out on the street
 Get respect and love, all across the board
 We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
 I score everytime for sure
 While the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
 (To the real)
 Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop echoes)
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
 Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
 (Hip-hop echoes) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
 Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
 (The real... hip-hop)