Score Points Lyrics – Mobb Deep

[Intro: Havoc]
Oh, you tough?
Tough guy now?
Okay
You preying on the weak ones over there
I see you, okay
You wouldn’t do that s*it to a real gangster, n!gga
Fu*k is up?
Boy, y’all n!ggas know who to do that s*it
Do that s*it to me
Do that s*it to me, bring that s*it over here, yo
What the fu*k, yo? Y’all n!ggas ain’t tough

Fu*k is going on?

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yeah, yo, look
I feel strange every day like something ’bout to happen bad
Prepared for the worst, anticipate the best
I think positive, but my thoughts have undertones
I do my best to keep it balanced, but it thunder rolls
Keep a storm brewing
Don’t make God strike lightning on your body
Get your life ruined
My intuition forces me to pay attention
Like AK-47s force bullets through them vests
My ears pierce you, I see clear through
Too much murder, my emotions are fear-proof
My friends’ bodies was riddled with bullets
They killed Yammy with a bat, he ain’t see it coming
They shot my cousin Manu in the face with the Uzi
And we still out here thugging, yeah, yeah, it’s not a movie
Scrubbing blood out the carpet of the back seat
I’ll ride around for days looking for you, actually, ah

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Thought you knew something, but you ain’t know a fu*k’ thing
We thought you was hard, you really just a soft ting

I’m not a bully, I don’t prey on weaklings
You speaking like you tough, get treated like you mean it
You only score points on a gangster
You only get points if they real
You only score points if they violated
You only earn points if they squeal

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Think about my life and all the moments I could’ve folded
But never folded, no lies, or sugarcoated
Sit you down like COVID
My brain overloaded with that bulls*it
Y’all n!ggas spit, that’s duly noted
You ain’t low, n!gga, I peeped it, you ain’t notice
In the corner, all by my delf, ’cause I’m the chosen
I be knowing my own strength
Keep these cowards at arm length
I don’t sweat or let that s*it stress, I trust the process
When it pop off, you disappear like rabbit-in-hat tricks
In that last song, bragged about how you gonna clap s*it
All your math wrong, the way you move, looking ass-backwards
Perhaps it’s the fact you n!ggas really not factors
They attention wh*res, chasing clout ’til they get that bloody mouth
Yap for that money pouch and jewelry things
Yeah, the cat’s out the bag, you ain’t like that, n!gga
Pull they skirt up, they working with vagina, n!gga

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Thought you knew something, but you ain’t know a fu*k’ thing
We thought you was hard, you really just a soft ting
I’m not a bully, I don’t prey on weaklings
You speaking like you tough, get treated like you mean it
You only score points on a gangster
You only get points if they real
You only score points if they violated
You only earn points if they squeal