[Intro: Prodigy (samples)]
Shot's fired! ("Give it up! ")
That's right! Everythin' B!
You gotta... ("Give it up! ")
Yeah!
What? ("It looks like they gon' fight too")
("It's serious! ")
Give it up! ("Yo hold up dawg! ")
Everythin' B! ("Give it up! ")
[Prodigy:]
Ayo it's 52 states and we hittin' all of them.
Party e'yday, hotels suites and shop
They eatin' food like Kings. - Barbarians rather
We corner stray Vultures 'cause we all savage.
Goin' Apes on the chicks! - We did the girls foul
But they likely gon' bananas on the stage.
With' madd bottles or the Henny rock - the crowds gon' crazy!
Ayo there's million fifty-two dimes, you can't hit all of 'em
Just get you a nice ass boo - and you'll be on dunn. (that's right!)
But y'all niggaz so thirst'
'Til that Virus bite you on your ass is dirt. (aaahh!)
I seen people die AIDS my Pops is one of them,
I seen people get clipped - with shots that were sprayed. (blaaat!)
And that hell fire blaze, 'cause people wanna throw all their weight
Only the Creator know what took place.
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Ay baby! - Go 'head lick me, rip baby!
Madd bullets in your shit baby!
Plus you get stomped in baby! (babe-babe-baby-baby)
Say baby! - Get your mind off me baby!
Keep your mind on your ring baby!
And bets stay where you be baby! (babe-babe-baby-baby!)
[Prodigy:]
Why I need madd guns?
When my .9 worth fine, my AR's plus!
They talkin' 'bout vestin' up, (hahahah!)
Nigga come how you want I got some for you f*cks!
I don't black out! - I pull conscious murder.
I'm perfectly insane and fully aware I'm hurtin' sumtin'.
It could pop off - twenty-four-sev(en)!
It's nobody safe, it's no one for help!
You gotta go through your own things,
Handle your shit! - Make your own gun ring!
Me? - You better send .9s,
I'm a shoot the first .4-5 Mary J. Blige!
R'n'B niggaz!
They singin' the blues 'cause we more uppin' them niggaz, (hahahah!)
Baby! - You f*ckin' with' the wrong set of dudes,
But my songs speak for itself. - The choices is on you!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Samples]
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up" [beat fades out]
"Eh-huh"
"It looks like they gon' fight too"
"It's serious"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
Baby Baby Video (MV)
Performed By: Mobb Deep
Written by: FRANCESCO BONTEMPI, ANTONIA BOTTARI, ROBERT VINCENT MANLEY, PAUL PHILIP WITTS
Mobb Deep - Baby Baby Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
[Intro: Prodigy (samples)]
Shot's fired! ("Give it up! ")
That's right! Everythin' B!
You gotta... ("Give it up! ")
Yeah!
What? ("It looks like they gon' fight too")
("It's serious! ")
Give it up! ("Yo hold up dawg! ")
Everythin' B! ("Give it up! ")
[Prodigy:]
Ayo it's 52 states and we hittin' all of them.
Party e'yday, hotels suites and shop
They eatin' food like Kings. - Barbarians rather
We corner stray Vultures 'cause we all savage.
Goin' Apes on the chicks! - We did the girls foul
But they likely gon' bananas on the stage.
With' madd bottles or the Henny rock - the crowds gon' crazy!
Ayo there's million fifty-two dimes, you can't hit all of 'em
Just get you a nice ass boo - and you'll be on dunn. (that's right!)
But y'all niggaz so thirst'
'Til that Virus bite you on your ass is dirt. (aaahh!)
I seen people die AIDS my Pops is one of them,
I seen people get clipped - with shots that were sprayed. (blaaat!)
And that hell fire blaze, 'cause people wanna throw all their weight
Only the Creator know what took place.
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Ay baby! - Go 'head lick me, rip baby!
Madd bullets in your shit baby!
Plus you get stomped in baby! (babe-babe-baby-baby)
Say baby! - Get your mind off me baby!
Keep your mind on your ring baby!
And bets stay where you be baby! (babe-babe-baby-baby!)
[Prodigy:]
Why I need madd guns?
When my .9 worth fine, my AR's plus!
They talkin' 'bout vestin' up, (hahahah!)
Nigga come how you want I got some for you f*cks!
I don't black out! - I pull conscious murder.
I'm perfectly insane and fully aware I'm hurtin' sumtin'.
It could pop off - twenty-four-sev(en)!
It's nobody safe, it's no one for help!
You gotta go through your own things,
Handle your shit! - Make your own gun ring!
Me? - You better send .9s,
I'm a shoot the first .4-5 Mary J. Blige!
R'n'B niggaz!
They singin' the blues 'cause we more uppin' them niggaz, (hahahah!)
Baby! - You f*ckin' with' the wrong set of dudes,
But my songs speak for itself. - The choices is on you!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Samples]
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up" [beat fades out]
"Eh-huh"
"It looks like they gon' fight too"
"It's serious"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
Shot's fired! ("Give it up! ")
That's right! Everythin' B!
You gotta... ("Give it up! ")
Yeah!
What? ("It looks like they gon' fight too")
("It's serious! ")
Give it up! ("Yo hold up dawg! ")
Everythin' B! ("Give it up! ")
[Prodigy:]
Ayo it's 52 states and we hittin' all of them.
Party e'yday, hotels suites and shop
They eatin' food like Kings. - Barbarians rather
We corner stray Vultures 'cause we all savage.
Goin' Apes on the chicks! - We did the girls foul
But they likely gon' bananas on the stage.
With' madd bottles or the Henny rock - the crowds gon' crazy!
Ayo there's million fifty-two dimes, you can't hit all of 'em
Just get you a nice ass boo - and you'll be on dunn. (that's right!)
But y'all niggaz so thirst'
'Til that Virus bite you on your ass is dirt. (aaahh!)
I seen people die AIDS my Pops is one of them,
I seen people get clipped - with shots that were sprayed. (blaaat!)
And that hell fire blaze, 'cause people wanna throw all their weight
Only the Creator know what took place.
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Ay baby! - Go 'head lick me, rip baby!
Madd bullets in your shit baby!
Plus you get stomped in baby! (babe-babe-baby-baby)
Say baby! - Get your mind off me baby!
Keep your mind on your ring baby!
And bets stay where you be baby! (babe-babe-baby-baby!)
[Prodigy:]
Why I need madd guns?
When my .9 worth fine, my AR's plus!
They talkin' 'bout vestin' up, (hahahah!)
Nigga come how you want I got some for you f*cks!
I don't black out! - I pull conscious murder.
I'm perfectly insane and fully aware I'm hurtin' sumtin'.
It could pop off - twenty-four-sev(en)!
It's nobody safe, it's no one for help!
You gotta go through your own things,
Handle your shit! - Make your own gun ring!
Me? - You better send .9s,
I'm a shoot the first .4-5 Mary J. Blige!
R'n'B niggaz!
They singin' the blues 'cause we more uppin' them niggaz, (hahahah!)
Baby! - You f*ckin' with' the wrong set of dudes,
But my songs speak for itself. - The choices is on you!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Samples]
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up" [beat fades out]
"Eh-huh"
"It looks like they gon' fight too"
"It's serious"
"Give it up"
"Eh-huh"
"Eh-huh"
"Give it up"
Writer: FRANCESCO BONTEMPI, ANTONIA BOTTARI, ROBERT VINCENT MANLEY, PAUL PHILIP WITTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group