The Storm
Deep Lyrics

Done been through it all, man
We've experienced everything life could throw at us, man

Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit
We've gone through tough times, lost people, and faced death

What the fuck else can happen, yo?
What other bad things can happen to us at this point?

I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo
I don't think we can handle much more, seriously

We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo
We've seen and experienced everything, no exaggeration

Let y'all niggas know right now
Listen up, we want to make something clear

Word to mother, for real, for real
I'm telling the truth, seriously

That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'
What I'm saying is completely true

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I pour my heart and soul into the lyrics I write

I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
I'm the calm, intense rapper who fights through my rhymes

P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them
You know who I am, but I don't care about the haters

Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them
I shoot more than you could even hold

Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
I come when the sun is up and shoot your crew

Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
I shoot ten bullets in broad daylight and I'm still alright

Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike
I don't care about your life, I ride off on my dirt bike

You try to stop mines from growin'
You try to stop me from succeeding

I'll make your blood stop flowin'
I'll kill you so your blood stops flowing

Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
I'll do what I need to do if anyone asks

Now here come the MAC-10
I'm about to shoot you with my MAC-10

You's a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
You're a poser trying to talk like us

What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
What are you trying to prove? It's not impressive

You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
You're obsessed with our rhymes and slang

Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You're pretending to be something you're not

You ain't no wildin' out for the Knife-Fist thrower
You're not tough enough to join our gang

Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
We live this tough life with weapons by our side

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Our lyrics are real, they make listeners feel something

Lump 'em in the club shit
Our music is perfect for the club

Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Our beat will make you dance wildly

Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Our music is like a drug, raw and unfiltered

Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough
Our music is so good, it could make someone overdose

Yo, the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' White Label
I wear thick chains, drinking high-quality liquor

My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
My chain is so long it reaches my dick, my gun makes tables shake

Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
I had valuable possessions before becoming famous

A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you the same too?
I have guns, do you have any too?

Goin' through the emotions of gun holdin'
I'm used to holding guns and handling the emotions that come with it

Long shotgun's down my pants leg, limpin'
I hide long shotguns in my pants leg, causing me to limp

Killa B, you still livin', even my pops too
My friend Killa B and even my pops are still alive

He taught me how to shoot when I was seven
My pops taught me how to shoot at a young age

I used to bust shots crazy, I couldn't even look
I used to shoot recklessly, to the point where I couldn't even watch

Because the loud sound used to scare me
The loud sound of the gunshots used to frighten me

I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D. Black
I appreciate my pops for teaching me, I love my friend D. Black

I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
I'll kill anyone who tries to mess with my life

And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
Despite all of that, I'm not afraid of dying

All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
All you new rappers are just scared of everything

I spent too many nights sniffin' coke, gettin' right
I wasted my nights doing drugs and trying to feel better

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
I'm trying to make up for the time I wasted

Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business
I want to start a new business and help others

Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
I want to help the youth, the little ones

Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
I want to build a playground so they can have fun and enjoy being young

CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's
I want to buy nice things for my loved ones

Nigga, please don't make me have to risk my freedom
Don't make me do something that could get me in legal trouble

We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in (for real)
We've worked hard for everything we have, don't try to take it or get hurt

It go one, two, three to the fourth
The beat starts with a simple count up

That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls
I, P-Double, have some great music for you all

Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
Our music is for the people to dance to, causing excitement

In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
I create impressive rhymes in a difficult environment

To serve hot plates all across the Unified States
I want to share my music all across the country

Sit down and sup' with the top rap reps
I want to have dinner with the best rappers in the game

We the streets that's watchin', boy, move diligent
We are the ones watching what goes down in the streets

You better walk like a nigga on a tightrope do
You better walk carefully like you're on a tightrope

Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission
We are tough and ready for anything

First assignment, give 'em that shit they been missin'
Our first goal is to give the people what they've been missing in music

My new edition's way bitchin'
My new music is amazing

Those that listen get addicted to my diction
Those who listen become addicted to my rhymes

Fuck rhymes, I write prescriptions for your disease
I don't only write rhymes, I offer solutions for your problems

Generic raps just not potent like P's
Other rappers' rhymes aren't as powerful as mine

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
My bike has a powerful engine

I peel off, chest naked on Katanas
I ride off with no shirt on and Katanas (swords) in my hands

Spaghetti head, Mobb niggas is full bred
I have long curly hair, and we are real Mobb people

Fully-blown melanin tone
I have a dark skin tone

I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses
I wear shirts with skeleton bones on them and my rhymes are deadly

But thirst for worse beats
I still want better beats to improve my music

So I can put more product out on the street
I want to release more music for my fans

Get respect and love all across the board
I want to be respected and loved by all, not just one group

We've been adored for keepin' it raw
People love us for staying true to ourselves and not sanitizing our music

Nothin' less or more, I score every time for sure
I always make great music, never less or more

While the rest of y'all niggas just nil
While others fall short, I continue to succeed

Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough (the real, hip hop)
My music is so good it could cause someone to overdose (this is real hip hop)