Havoc [Mobb Deep]

M.O.B.B. nigga yeah ahuh
ugh yeah cmon now yeah yo yo

aint no party once we crash the party
imma squeeze shorty then vacate the party
you keep grillin i'll pump pump the shotty
put you in the trunk then dump dump the body
nigga you dont know you betta ask somebody
ya'll get down we gonna clash prob'ly
builty snowflake out of the ampacomby
i'm tryin to rip britney so i made ja sign me
nigga catch me in tha club with a double lead banger
im the wrong one to fuck with
now i know the promoters im in with the musket
pound of the haze and a box of dutches
high to the cotton mouth
paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out
like M.O.P. nigga i'll mash you out
if i can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker)

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

we step up in the club with one thing
on our mind thats leave with something
get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)

yo party over here aint shit over there
the Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here
wherever we at we keep the cliqs right there
so where ever theres beef is gettin fixed right there
and they cant stop us they too scared
they know a calibur thug shoot at heads nigga
Q.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye)
show you how we do it in Queens
murder aint shit nigga
this is P talking show you where i live
you come right through my crib (cmon) and get a few seers
there'll be man slaughter right infront of my kids
a little blood get on my daughter, thats nothing she'll live (just whipe that off)
got cops shoot to death of us
we dont like D's
you never catch us runnin with the police (nope)
ya'll niggas get ya'll vests up
and ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that turth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

we step up in the club with one thing
on our mind thats leave with something
get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
we about to....gurl
we about to....gurl (gurl)
we about to....gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)

[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)

[50 Cent]:
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang
(You know how I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips
Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York
I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort
My nigga Ski got it under control
And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old
Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits
And represent the hood I rep on my hits
On a song I talk about drugs and money
Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy.

It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips
Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York
I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort
My nigga Ski got it under control
And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old
Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits
And represent the hood I rep on my hits
On a song I talk about drugs and money
Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy.

It's about to go down real fast and quick
We's about to go to war with these shotties and clips
Somebody's gonna get murked in the streets of New York
I keeps it thoro because i holds down the fort
My nigga Ski got it under control
And I will not stop what I'm doing till I get to old
Cause the streets needs me right now to make hits
And represent the hood I rep on my hits
On a song I talk about drugs and money
Selling coke and watcing crackheads live bummy.

(feat. 50 Cent)

(Prodigy)
Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house
Watch we getting our money, for the two thou'
Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town
Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now?
Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down
We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown
I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched
But I rather be hands on with that son
Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son
When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon

(Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy))
Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks
But they ain't like this (the Infamous)
Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous)
You ain't crazy, don't make me show you
Why they call us this (the Infamous)
We own the streets - who basically control
This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!

(Havoc)
We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects
We sold the most crack, since '86
We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug
You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier
We last more longer than them; more songs than them
More money for us, more broads than them
We get the most love in the streets
I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen
P got the most now; our guns are the most loud
With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd
We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake
We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze
Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face
Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face
Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head
That we're not the most likely to pop off kid

(Hook)

(Prodigy)
Right now, I change guns with the season
When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave
Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then
We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools
We was beasting, little young heaven
I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing
I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death
In the palm of my hands, fiending
But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me
That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing
And I hope they stop breathing
Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds
They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man
They don't waste no time, they want answers
Even if you're still bleeding
Homey I'm on the fleezy
I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy!

(Hook)

[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it
Like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like there aint nothin to it
The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up!
Lets Go!

[Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus]
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

[50 Cent Verse]
You cant body the kid, you know how i rock
Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top
So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right
Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s
I splurge with it, im so absurd with it
Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it
You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin`
If theres money to be made, i`m all in
Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and
You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then
Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm
Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don
First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit
Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch
Success is much of a choice, im high off life
Another move, another mill, lets get right aight..

[Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus]
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

[Havoc Verse]
You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif
Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent
Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop
In a million dollar deal homie get that glock
See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough
Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up
Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks
Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her
Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in
Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license
Shot high prices, shook all vices
Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip
10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless
Anything less, we rollin` them dices
Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit
Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth??

[Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus]
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

[Prodigy Verse]
Listen..
You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP
My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD
My Range alone could pay for you to eat
For the next few years i`m so icey kid
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow??
My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money
When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you
Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out
I got a team of dimes they all dogged out
Ray the line, you up and take you out
My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican
After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit
You so stupid, we so much rich
And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like

[Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus]
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!

Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on
Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on
Heyyyy...

It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
On the kid; they all wanna touch
On a nigga skin, they love me so much
They all got P on they brain
And at the show they do anything to get backstage
Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks
After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks."
Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit
Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists
Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-unit!"
Man, little groupies, they make me sick
You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick
And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel - unless we grip
And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah)

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
[repeat]

Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga
I'm trying to fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga
I'll tear it up, in the tele you'll be loving a nigga
I'll work that, work that. yeah, I'll work that, work that

It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage
Harder than the politician on the campaign
No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring
Face fuck, girl go for broke
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
Then Havoc on the floor
I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show
Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
Dried up nutt on her neck
They don't call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing
We destroy good girls; send them home with pussy soft from fucking
Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd
And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey
She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus
Here's the hot line bitch, call us

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
[repeat]

It's The Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'?
Straight G's nigga, G's up nigga
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga
Y'all know what time it is man
We clip up over here nigga

What's Your Name Fool?

[Chorus]
Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P

P-see-P, P get piecy with the hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist, memories what I say so
When this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless
You got plans at gettin' at P?
Don't do it
I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga
My baby mom's left me, 'cause she couldn't put up with my foul attitude
I'm so fucked up, and I love it
It got me to where I'm at dunn
If I had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing
I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way (What?)
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way

What's Your Name Fool?

Capital P, bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P, and.

[Verse 2 - Havoc]
H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist memories what I say
This is '06, '07, '08
You old school, fuck out my face
Who cares if you buyin' the rap
Now these rich little bastards got it on smash
We a new breed, not from the same game
Cut from the same cloth not from the same vein
If money ? flyin' out your mouth from talkin'
Then no comprende, your language is foreign
If your body language don't calm down humbly
Homicide homie if you move too suddenly
And don't fidget with your fingers
'cause we would take that for a gang sign nigga
Revenge is food that tastes best served cold
But we like it better when it's fresh off the stove
You could get keep your things, we want your soul
So hot, even Satan gotta go

What's Your Name Fool?

Capital H, A-V-O-see, H class diamonds, H-S-be-see
H killin' all these producers with his beats
Back seat of the H-3 you H-O-E

H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist memorise what I say

Yea! Ha ha
Hollywood Hav nigga, Las Vegas P nigga, hah
Nyce nigga
Ya' niggas know what time it is man.
Real G's over here nigga, hah
What's up nigga give me the word nigga
I ride on these bitch ass industry niggas all day nigga
This is what we do ya' heard? Ha ha
Yeah man we stuntin' them Porsches too nigga
Back to back you bitch ass niggaz, Yea!
We got money nigga
Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz
I hate ya' niggaz man, aha
I fuckin' hate y'all man
Word up man
But we ridin' out though you knowhaimsayin'
MBK style.. Mobb Deep Style nigga
Ya' niggaz know what time it is nigga
Ride out nigga

[Beat fades 'til end]

[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my fort챕 makin' pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ???, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy
Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do em, like nobody ??? 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

[Tony Yayo]
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Prodigy]
You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain
It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit
And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode
Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah

It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through
Oh, ya man live out here, don't go and get comfortable
Don't know what he told you ain't sweet around here
And I don't care what he told you ain't sweet around here

See you riding that infinity, now that's not fair
What's that a 2006? Okay
Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day
You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah

We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us
Letting' that slide's not up for debate
Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait
She don't know right now but trust me the bitch bait

I won't get all in the business that shorty is mad cool
My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to
First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you
And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got something' to live for around here

You ask me all these rappers is bums
Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun
I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst
Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse

We emerge on the scene
Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling
Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so
But once we get in the air that's a wrap bro

Our songs good to go straight to the radio
Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow
We Americas most dangerous to have fans
New York, New York, we the kings of the dam

We party too much and smoke too much grass
And we never see the bright side we only see the bad
Fuck all that, it's a lot of niggas dead
And I won't let ?em get me how they got them

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got something' to live for around here

Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel
Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel
Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot
When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack

Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat
Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', "Where the money at?"
My hood Southside, riders ride that's right
Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know

Shit it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it yo
Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat
I ain't say wassup to you, nigga you don't know me
I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine

Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit
Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks
Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps
Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got something' to live for around here

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food
Cereal in the white box with powdered milk too
My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want
We put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks

It's cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
With the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew way back then we had to step it up
'Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us

Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Conney
Everyday and night just so we can got songs done
We had guns, weed and a couple of forties
If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone

We used to watch video music box
And pray maybe one day we could get a shot
Outside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V.
From money that they made off the block

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

My day dreams is more like nightmares
A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares
My friends did a turn 'cause it's not they turn
Or how the streets gonna be when they release fur

When I get that million bucks will I remain the same?
Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed?
Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech?
When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heat

I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad
A far cry from what a dream was all I had
Do I got the right team or they riding for cash
Would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash

Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass
Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash
Gotta collect receipts 'cause that bitch uncle Sam
Invades your space when you evade his tax

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

Yeah

[Chorus: Havoc]
If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me
Don't play games, jus' give it to me baby
The waitin' is drivin' me crazy
You can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight
I'm gon' give it to you baby
I ain't playin' games I'ma give it to you baby
The waiting's been drivin' you crazy
Your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight

Yo
Girl quit playin' why you tryin' to stall me
Not on the first night come on that shit corny
I'm tired of finger fuckin' this phone
Phone calls bore me you got me horny
Is you against me or is you for me
Is you into dick pleasin' if so you leavin'
Cell phones off so they won't be ringin'
Might aswell get off when you get home you beastin'
Motherfucker already think you cheatin'
Homie wouldda cried then give him a reason
I'm tired of you tellin' me how he's cheatin'
Girl don't get mad get even

[Chorus]

Don't hurt nobody when you move that thang
You a make a nigga jus' lose his brain
When you make that ass clap and swing your hips
Put your head in my lap then lick your lips
Come on dip baby dip, yeah I'm about my pimp
With a whole lotta ice twenty-fours on my whip
You can all take a trip the after party
Thirty two room mansion and ten garages
Make a home flick, how them real minages
So tell your girls it's just me and my partners
We don't throw dollaz we start with twenty's
And there's more where that came from, come get with
It, yeah

[Chorus]

Yo yo
I just wanna get you hot and wet
I'm so seductive I make 'um fiend for the sex
I just wanna stroke your brain
For the first half hour then I smoke your thang
This is exclusive sex we a star couple
On the lee-low though we too much trouble
And your friend's is hot, and my friend's is the shit
We can have our own private party at the crib
The haze the licks, your legs can sit
On top of my shoulders while I'm goin' in
Yeah I talk dirty and we jus' met
But you feelin' the vibe you gotta admit

[Chorus]

[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it
Like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like there aint nothin to it
The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up!
Lets Go!

[Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus]
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

[50 Cent Verse]
You cant body the kid, you know how i rock
Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top
So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right
Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s
I splurge with it, im so absurd with it
Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it
You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin`
If theres money to be made, i`m all in
Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and
You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then
Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm
Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don
First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit
Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch
Success is much of a choice, im high off life
Another move, another mill, lets get right aight..

[Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus]
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

[Havoc Verse]
You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif
Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent
Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop
In a million dollar deal homie get that glock
See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough
Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up
Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks
Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her
Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in
Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license
Shot high prices, shook all vices
Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip
10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless
Anything less, we rollin` them dices
Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit
Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth??

[Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus]
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

[Prodigy Verse]
Listen..
You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP
My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD
My Range alone could pay for you to eat
For the next few years i`m so icey kid
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow??
My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money
When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you
Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out
I got a team of dimes they all dogged out
Ray the line, you up and take you out
My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican
After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit
You so stupid, we so much rich
And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like

[Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus]
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B!

Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on
Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night
Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on
Heyyyy...

M J be, M O be be Fifty, it's alright
Your love's in 187 baby it's alright, it's alright
When we beefin' we ain' speakin'
Feels like I'm dyin' inside but it's alright
Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life
Come to me runnin' trust me baby I make it right

You with me lil' mama, let's breeze lil' mama
We start with a lil' bit and take it to a lotta that
Love gettin' hotter you can if you wanna
Have it all it's yours just ask and you got it

The trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks
I do these things for you 'cause you my done
Girl, feel special 'cause I don't spend
Nuttin' but time with certain other broads I rip

You belong in minks, bracelets and rings
Not handcuffs forget about that locket chain
And just leave lil' mama, this P lil' mama
I ain't them, I'm me lil' mama

My baby, you crazy and I'm hooked
Your body right, your smile light up the room
That man you got, that nigga's a fool
Guess one man's trash is the next man's jewel

This is no way to live
(It's alright)
But it's just the way it is
(It's alright)

You got to understand
(It's alright)
That I never could trust a man
(It's alright)

But I got to let it go
(It's alright)
And stop livin' in the past
(It's alright)

(It's alright)
And give you a chance
(It's alright)
Give you a chance

When we first middle sex fif, knew that you was that chick
Wooly sayin' holla at her, whip sayin' girl get in
Remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress
Asked if she had a man, couldn't tell if no or yes

Hell, I just dipped her number and talked more
When I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues
Who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice
Last one before that, found out homie had a wife

Looked so secure, but yet so delicate
Can't come back in the crib without a search for evidence
Baby girl, I ain't here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you
Ain't your fool model them other dudes don't deserve you

What you tryin' to do, scare me off and leave you low
Funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone
The accuser got me curious, I asked who it was
He like the 'Sold-a-soul' man, who the fuck you 'cause? I'm out

This is no way to live
(It's alright)
But it's just the way it is
(It's alright)

You got to understand
(It's alright)
That I never could trust a man
(It's alright)

But I got to let it go
(It's alright)
And stop livin' in the past
(It's alright)

(It's alright)
And give you a chance
(It's alright)
Give you a chance

Every time I hurt you it's because of what someone else
Has done to me and I know it's not really fair
No I just can't trust you 'cause I just got outta something
And I'm running, boy you know that I'm running scared

You treat me so good that it's just too good to be true
And I don't think that I really deserve
To be treated like a woman should
'cause I been so hurt in the past I'm still carryin' bags

This is no way to live
(It's alright)
But it's just the way it is
(It's alright)

You got to understand
(It's alright)
That I never could trust a man
(It's alright)

But I got to let it go
(It's alright)
And stop livin' in the past
(It's alright)

(It's alright)
And give you a chance
(It's alright)
Give you a chance

We can ball to the fullest baby
(It's alright, it's alright)
You can style if you want, go ahead stunt
(It's alright, it's alright)
If it's diamonds you like go ahead pick 'em up
(It's alright, it's alright)
Get the first Bentley spurs His & Hers
(It's alright, it's alright)

[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)

[50 Cent]:
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang
(You know how I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

Yeah

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes
You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose
It's been along time comin' I done paid my dues
Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news

I know a lot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes
And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to
Around the same time KRS was writin' Black Cop
I was busy tryin' to pump cracks in the black blocks

Poppin' shit to my homeys about how my gat pop
Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock
P ninety hold ten but I had six shots
I used to walk around with it and risk gettin' knocked

I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my hand
Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran
And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Now if you take a good look and look into my face
And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space
Som' I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to clean my slate
And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate

The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took
Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin'
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention

Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go straight to perfection
Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven
And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven

Start everything from everything from heads to the worries
And had half the hood damn near wanted to mirk us
Found myself askin' God what the fuck is my purpose
You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Now homey if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates
Tell the boss man we got beef
And tell his only son, I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie

For leavin' us out to dry on straight poverty
For not showin' me no signs they watchin' over me
Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six
We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit

Nigga show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my life is painful, pray to angels
I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you

My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin'
Ain't nobody gon' save you
In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit
We dealin' within, these survival times

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Yeah, yeah..
Payback..
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave
I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank
So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If you can't whip they ass,
then niggaz get shot (shot, shot)
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block
and new to the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie
Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix
Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06
Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex
I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision
Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin'
From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton
I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin'
Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe
You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go
Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
Bitch I wanna fuck,
I don't wanna know what's on ya mind
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO!
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)
It's our means.. Curtis..
"Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
Ya money is old nigga..
smell that? That's new money nigga
We filthy rotten rich..
(yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it)
G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep

Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that
Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed
Keep thinkin' its a game get your man tooks
I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook

Blood money album drop, hell broke loose
All the drama ain't no tellin' who I'm gonna shoot
Check my motherfuckin' resume
Catch Hav where the motherfuckin' cheddar be

Slide through with your own risk
Chain gat on the train with your low bitch
Tears drop cause death is a tear jerker
Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder

It's foul how they took out Tookie
All this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie
Smoke it, mmm, that's a slow toke
Liquor for the homies, gonna small toast

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow
The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo
You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow
The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo
You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

I smoke that nigga like a purple stick
Smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp
Elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is
Plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep

Put the pipe down, pick up the CD, in a hood near you
We got all the things, they sell they couch and they TVs
Just so they can get a few tokes of the dope
New shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin' new laws
So they can ban us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck

Twisted, twisted and they throwin' up, they nauseous
Because it the Porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing
We got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone
And love when we re-up

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow
The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo
You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow
The moment, sqeeze the trigga of that fo fo
You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no

<i>[Havoc]</i>
C'mon, yeah yo, it's all about the murders and the killings
Bitches they catch feelings, niggaz mixin'
Business with pleasure won't measure, will it?
Summer's my home skillet, just came home from penet'
I tried to look out for him, now I can't fuck with him
He had distorted vision, thought I ain't deserve this
How he the streets, and I ain't put no work in
Nigga I ain't lock you and take all your years
You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here
Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made
I ain't complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid
Yeah I'm up, boilin' blood to see me bust
Even worse they ask for help, like I'm the Red Cross
I don't knock niggaz when they down, I try to lift 'em
But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em
Can't happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw)
It's a ten year road, but niggaz ain't tryin' to hear it

<i>[Hook: Havoc - 2X]</i>
Orders that we makin', they be takin' too easy
Niggaz can't get any money cause they palms so greasy
Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be
Niggaz better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely

<i>[Prodigy]</i>
You listenin' to the world's most Infamous
This is different than what you used to
Them other niggaz, they ain't killin' it
We come through militant, niggaz be grillin' it
Screwin' up they face, but my adrenaline
Is at a maximum, I can't be touched
Just as soon niggaz move, niggaz get tore up
We so confidant in ourselves, it's not fair
While you still tryin' to overcome your childhood fears
We settin' up shop, takin' over the blocks
In e'ry hood, e'ry boy, and e'ry girl gon' cop
Now we chillin' in, new airplanes and Rolls Royces
My watch is my president - and guess who's the first lady?
Yeah, my big fat princess cut
She a little overweight, but I love her so much
So charged up right now, you niggaz better stop
If I squeeze we gon' breeze to the top of the charts

<i>[Hook: Havoc - 2X]</i>

Wooh, yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that
I don't got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack
Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin' back
You can have me a P.O. absolute and it's a rap

It's a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped
No, I won't say your name 'cause it just put you on the map
And I ain't, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that
Shorty love the way I swing my game, I got a better bat

Know I'm lethal with this rap shit, c'mon baby holla back
Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain't no stoppin' that
I don't sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap
Spit a verse,then I eventually watch the cheddar stack

I'm shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like it's a got to get slack
This a standin' ovation for homey with a Tek clap
F that, we takin' over baby and that's that
Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can't stand rap

I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

Yeah, gun powder resi' on the sleeve of my Pele
I had to burn my leather and toss 'My Buddy'
Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly
I had to cut the ringer like, "Fuck e'rybody"

Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali
Lay low for a month or so gettin' very high
Where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones
Back on the East Coast I bury now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry

This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it
So niggaz started grillin' me
Like they was gon' take my things
So I assumed I had to set it

Now it's blood splashed all on the ice in my jewelery
They don't know who did it 'cause I did it smoothly
Take my ass back to Queens, it's not like I look for trouble
It seems trouble always finds me, then

I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

Look, I got tons of old beef and a brand new forty
A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me
A high-priced lawyer just in case a nigga snap
And can't take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap

A horrible splatter in a matter of a second
Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it
My crew greater, yeah, I'm talkin' to you hater
I'm too major, two-tone blue gator

New blazer, big gun, little razor
So raise up, that ain't how your momma raised ya
They wire-tappin' to hear somethin', they ear-hustlin'
They won't bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him

It's nothin', there's more 'mati's at the spot
One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop
I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot
Stash box, with the nine magnum with a wop

I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

(feat. 50 Cent)

(Prodigy)
Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house
Watch we getting our money, for the two thou'
Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town
Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now?
Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down
We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown
I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched
But I rather be hands on with that son
Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son
When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon

(Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy))
Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks
But they ain't like this (the Infamous)
Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous)
You ain't crazy, don't make me show you
Why they call us this (the Infamous)
We own the streets - who basically control
This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!

(Havoc)
We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects
We sold the most crack, since '86
We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug
You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier
We last more longer than them; more songs than them
More money for us, more broads than them
We get the most love in the streets
I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen
P got the most now; our guns are the most loud
With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd
We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake
We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze
Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face
Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face
Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head
That we're not the most likely to pop off kid

(Hook)

(Prodigy)
Right now, I change guns with the season
When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave
Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then
We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools
We was beasting, little young heaven
I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing
I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death
In the palm of my hands, fiending
But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me
That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing
And I hope they stop breathing
Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds
They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man
They don't waste no time, they want answers
Even if you're still bleeding
Homey I'm on the fleezy
I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy!

(Hook)

Yeah, yeah..
Payback..
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave
I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank
So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If you can't whip they ass,
then niggaz get shot (shot, shot)
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block
and new to the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie
Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix
Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06
Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex
I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision
Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin'
From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton
I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin'
Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe
You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go
Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
Bitch I wanna fuck,
I don't wanna know what's on ya mind
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO!
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)
It's our means.. Curtis..
"Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
Ya money is old nigga..
smell that? That's new money nigga
We filthy rotten rich..
(yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it)
G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep

Yeah, yeah..
Payback..
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave
I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank
So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If you can't whip they ass,
then niggaz get shot (shot, shot)
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block
and new to the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie
Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix
Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06
Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex
I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision
Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin'
From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton
I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin'
Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe
You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go
Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
Bitch I wanna fuck,
I don't wanna know what's on ya mind
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO!
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)
It's our means.. Curtis..
"Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
Ya money is old nigga..
smell that? That's new money nigga
We filthy rotten rich..
(yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it)
G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep

(feat. 50 Cent)

(Prodigy)
Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house
Watch we getting our money, for the two thou'
Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town
Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now?
Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down
We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown
I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched
But I rather be hands on with that son
Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son
When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon

(Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy))
Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks
But they ain't like this (the Infamous)
Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous)
You ain't crazy, don't make me show you
Why they call us this (the Infamous)
We own the streets - who basically control
This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!

(Havoc)
We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects
We sold the most crack, since '86
We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug
You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier
We last more longer than them; more songs than them
More money for us, more broads than them
We get the most love in the streets
I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen
P got the most now; our guns are the most loud
With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd
We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake
We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze
Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face
Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face
Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head
That we're not the most likely to pop off kid

(Hook)

(Prodigy)
Right now, I change guns with the season
When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave
Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then
We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools
We was beasting, little young heaven
I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing
I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death
In the palm of my hands, fiending
But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me
That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing
And I hope they stop breathing
Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds
They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man
They don't waste no time, they want answers
Even if you're still bleeding
Homey I'm on the fleezy
I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy!

(Hook)

Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin?
That old real shit..
There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from
from these streets that we done took
You could run but you can't hide forever
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
We livin this til the day that we die
Yo, yo
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
We livin this til the day that we die
(We still livin it)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(we livin this til the day that we die)
(survival of the fit only the strong..)
[Havoc]
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks
Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system
No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution
Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit
Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell
In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell
You better realizeWe livin this til the day that we die
(We still livin it)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(the strong survive)
(Thug life, we still livin it)
Look in the eyes and get wise
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Look alive, in ninety-five, word up
Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that

Verse 1 : Prodigy

Yea, yea, check it out
Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We can die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense
I don't give a fuk about my prescence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7. Mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like this
Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive the last night
Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight
We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I grab the gat and
Ain't no turning back when I start blasting
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger
Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born

Chorus (x2) :

I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you

[Havoc]Check it out, check it out, check it out now... (x3)

Verse 2 : Havoc

Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from
Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns
Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners
Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder
The loud sounder, ear ringer
And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers
You got a real ice grill but are you really real
Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills
Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile
You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle
But swing that bullshit this way
And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you might not make it through
What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you
Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush
You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk
What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you
To come out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent?
Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30

Chorus

Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost

Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live
Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high
Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM
And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit
Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu
There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns
You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand
Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender
Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember

Verse 4 : Big Noyd

My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling
The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin
But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects
But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect
But is his brain insane from the lye
From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye?
Why, a nigga just died last week
As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street
But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that
Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me
You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy

Something’s happenin’
cause everything’s different,
but everything is fine, yeah

Cause this is the good stuff
and yesterday is only what you leave behind
it’s only in your mind

Chorus:
You gotta talk to the one who made you
talk to the one who understands
talk to the one who gave you
all that light in your eyes
all that light in your eyes

There’s no use pretendin’
you (or it) never existed
til you saw the light, yeah

Cause you’re just beginning
you haven’t missed it
it’s only in you,
and you know what to do

Chorus:
You gotta talk to the one who made you
talk to the one who understands
talk to the one who gave you
all that light in your eyes
all that light in your eyes

If the world wasn’t the way she is now
you’d be mysterious
she’s got more use
and give it to me

When nobody’s happy
that’s not the world outside
where everybody hides

Chorus:
You gotta talk to the one who made you
talk to the one who understands
talk to the one who gave you
all that light in your eyes
all that light in your eyes

You gotta talk to the one who made you
talk to the one who understands
talk to the one who gave you
all that light in your eyes
all that light in your eyes

Yeah, thank you, thank you
yeah, everything will stop
yeah, thank you, thank you
for the light in your eyes

yeah, thank you, thank you
yeah, everything will stop
yeah, thank you, thank you,
for the light in your eyes
for the light in your eyes

Something’s happenin’
cause everything’s different,
but everything is fine, yeah

Cause this is the good stuff
and yesterday is only what you leave behind
it’s only in your mind

Chorus:
You gotta talk to the one who made you
talk to the one who understands
talk to the one who gave you
all that light in your eyes
all that light in your eyes

There’s no use pretendin’
you (or it) never existed
til you saw the light, yeah

Cause you’re just beginning
you haven’t missed it
it’s only in you,
and you know what to do

Chorus:
You gotta talk to the one who made you
talk to the one who understands
talk to the one who gave you
all that light in your eyes
all that light in your eyes

If the world wasn’t the way she is now
you’d be mysterious
she’s got more use
and give it to me

When nobody’s happy
that’s not the world outside
where everybody hides

Chorus:
You gotta talk to the one who made you
talk to the one who understands
talk to the one who gave you
all that light in your eyes
all that light in your eyes

You gotta talk to the one who made you
talk to the one who understands
talk to the one who gave you
all that light in your eyes
all that light in your eyes

Yeah, thank you, thank you
yeah, everything will stop
yeah, thank you, thank you
for the light in your eyes

yeah, thank you, thank you
yeah, everything will stop
yeah, thank you, thank you,
for the light in your eyes
for the light in your eyes

[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them
nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them
make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men
unload ten in braw day light get right
fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike
u try to stop mines from growin
I make your blood stop flowin
take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it
now here come the mack 10
you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language
what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin'
u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics
lying to the pop dog like u got it
you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower
rusty shank holder we live this shit

[Chorus]2X

[Havoc]
it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...)
bump it in the clubs shit
have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....]
drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut
have a nigga OD but it's never enough

[Prodigy]
Ay yo the P rock 40 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
Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to
shoot when I was 7 yo
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 E-Black
I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left
and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
all y'all brand new niggas 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 the rap business
do things for the kids[the little duns]
build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth
CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please
don't make me have to risk my freedom
we worked our whole life for this
you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real]

Chorus 1X

[Prodigy]
It go 1,2,3 to the 4th
that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all
people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew
in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible
servin' hot plates all across the unified states
sit down and sup with top rap reps
all across we board move diligent
you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke
infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission
1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin
my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen
get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions
for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's
1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas
spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred
fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone
thirst for verses and 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 endured for keepin it raw
nothin less or more
I score everytime for sure
while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll

Chorus 2X

(Havoc)
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About a gangsta ass bitch, y'all know so well
It started way back, in history
With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G.

(Hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!

(Lil' Kim)
Now here's a little story I gots to tell
'Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanel
Taught you how to get money and pop Cristal
Even gave y'all tips on ridin' cock as well
The Beehive, sticker say "better beware"
If it's buzzin' in the spot
You know my boys is here (bzzzzz)
If we in the parkin' lot, you know the toys is there
Pushin' drop G-Wagons, two doors, ya hear?
Hold it now, the Queen's sittin in the chair
Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair?
Will the real Kim stand up?
It's frauds in here
I'm bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year
(Lights out!)

(Chorus 2x)
When we come to the clubs they be like
(Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs they be like
(Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin right
(Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night - WHOAHHH!

(Lil' Kim)
Now all my all my all my bitches rub ya titties
(If ya love Biggie)
And all my niggaz grab ya dicks
If you feelin' the bitch
I'm in the middle of the dancefloor (go Kim, go Kim)
Killin' the shit
With the Belve', tryin' not to spill any shit
You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club
I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub
You a, sensitive thug, let me give you a hug
Y'all thirsty ass niggas take this bottle of bub
I'm the, First Lady, so I can't lose
Because of me y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes
Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide
Now hold that, yo Havoc, let the beat ride

(Chorus)

(Lil' Kim)
And since Frank White taught me how to play the game
La Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign
They pump my album in the street like they pump the 'caine
I'm like bleach
Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain
I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein
I might give a little head to
(Hold it, hold it now)
All we ask is y'all show respect
'Cause we don't want talk, big homey
Just cut the check
Now I'm sittin' outside in my six-point-six
Just signed a lil' deal bout six-point-six
Used to transport bricks and make six-point-six
If you look in my garage I got six joints

(Chorus)

Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!

{*"hold it now" and ad libs continue to the end of the beat*}

[Noyd Talking]
Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch
We about to "air it out"

[Noyd Verse 1]
I don't know what convinced you to mention the mobb
Must of been bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in that ass
Gold Pee nigga with the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the grass
They buck you then fuck your boo where she shit at
Then we profit from it, and spit it on the tridack (track)
Letting the world know you a bitch ass kidat (cat)
And how your own hood disrespect you where you live at
They be hey all day how you let him do that
Noyd and his clique I think you better get at
But don't gas your dog he ain't built for that
I will spit 'em all right through his fitted kiddap (cap)
Jump out with the midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten
Right in front of thousand and put it in efidack (effect)
I'm a pay!

[Havoc - Hook 2X]
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's (a)bout

[Noyd -Verse 2]
Ayo...Nigga better back up off please
When you got tough, huh? thun you lost me
You never grind enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger will kill you softly
Then we see then yeah who the boss be
Smoke your little clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you want to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me
Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear piece
Having your bitch screaming please don't kill me
I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy
I don't own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm sitting deep this nigga sweet like candy
You niggas want beef you know get right at me
QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You know cause . . .)

[Havoc - Hook 2X]
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout

[Noyd - Verse 3]
See we don't back down we go pound for pound
Tech for tech right on the block emptying clips
Buck something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one motha fuckas be dead
The word is out, Noyd is out
East coast, Weat coast down to the dirty south
Catch anybody flossin' I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow tips man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out cause I'm emptying out for that bling
That watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain
Not a thing I'm a gangsta this is what I do
Go to war wuth the bangers and eat niggas food
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun
If I'm lying I'm flying word to everything I love
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap back
That QB gutter shit bringing it bidack (back)

[Havoc - Hook 2X]
The word is out, Noyd is out
And he about to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's bout

[Intro: Havoc]
Da-da-da..
Right there, yea, spin that back
[record spins back]
Drop it, drop it, yea, uhhh, straight out the lab
Chemistry made, you know, yo

[Verse 1: Havoc]
I don't wanna wild, I just wanna chill
But yet still gettin' confronted by ice grills
They learn when I hit 'em with, heat and conspicuous
Stunt, just a little bit - start, we gon' finish this shit
You little niggaz runnin' round snot nose
I laugh with a cold grin, I dead you wanna pose
You fuckin' wit a nigga, who done been through the bullshit
Niggaz die Mesabi, close friends turn to grimy
Wifey, bonin' associates hate a simple bitch
Add it all together; you know who you fuckin' wit
A nigga who can give a fuck if you broke
Give a fuck what he tote, got the drop then blow
You's a scared nigga tryna live
Yellow back and shit
You's a real good actor, your click actresses
Fact is, niggaz lose stripes for tryna match this
Havoc's a total package; knock a nigga of his axis

[Chorus: Havoc]
Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle
Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to
Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low
Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo

(And I) Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle
Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to
Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low
Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yo dunn I love it when these niggaz think it's somethin' sweet wit P
Love it when people doubt me
Love it when you niggaz write songs about me, I love confrontation
Love it when a nigga that don't rap, he hatin'
I love it when they think it's only a song I'm fakin'
I love to see they face when my gun bangin'
And I would love for us to bump it to each other on a humble
Your niggaz is stabbin', my niggaz'll buck you
Y'all niggaz is flaggin', yeah we got one too
Infamous, I heard you screamin' our name, whatup with you?
Let me explain somethin', we the world's most
Y'all rap niggaz, we do this shit for real
Look, listen, I knock ya hustle down kid
You's a fall to the next nigga, I murder you bitch
I would love to watch you bleed and take ya last breath
Give you pain, and let you get acquainted with death, boy

[Chorus: Havoc]
Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle
Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to
Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low
Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo

('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+, real niggaz handle
Beef, then it's on dunn, lick off if I have to
Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low
Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo

('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+

Niggaz sream gangsta

('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+

Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low
Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo
('Cause I'ma) Twist your cap +Backwards+

(Voice Talking)
bang bang x 2
(Noyd Talking)
Alchemist this is it kid

(Noyd Verse 1)
Yo, they can't fuck with that boy Noyd I'm ill I'm too real
They don't know what beef is, these niggaz better chill
See I'm cool - unless I have to merk something
Then that's when I (Voice Talking) shoot em'up And murder the man
I shed they eye lids from violence nigga you see you wilden
Your team against my team there ain't no challenge
Niggaz know we mobben
Rolling in thousands man we will (Voice Talking) shoot em'up
And leave they ass silent
The word you the herb niggaz clowning
Polishing they knuckle game bashing your mouth in
Thought you was thugging but now nigga you front-IN
Screaming you a don all along this nigga not a thing
It's on now
See his ass in the street
Out come the guns know the thuns man we gotta eat
QB nigga and we don't give a fuck who want beef
We don't care about your cars, Nigga see we got heat
We don't care about your broads, Nigga see we love the street
Front get your ass lumped nigga it be our treat
Ga Head we don't front in dem streets when it comes to that beef
You know we (Voice Talking) shoot em'up and leave em dead on the concrete
Need more heat for more beef, more thuns we more deep
More guns on more streets, the beef on it's no sleep
There's more heat for police, Check the guns we squeezing
We (Voice Talking) shoot em'up we leave them buried in a three piece suit
Come on duke you know my gun shoot
Niggaz know my name
Niggaz know my gun bang bang
Niggaz know what time it is
Niggaz know my style kid
Niggaz know I rep the bridge

(Chorus)
Come on
Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing
Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang
Nah, niggaz screaming they hood
I run up in they hood and (Voice Talking) shoot em'up
And this is how we do it man
Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing
Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang
Niggaz screaming they hood, I run up in they hood and *Gun loaded and fired*
Bang Bang


(Noyd Verse 2)
Ayo niggaz don't want it
If they want it then they get it
See I talk because I live it and walk with a mean limp
Know what I mean keep a thing on my hip
Gotta mean kick
And I don't be without it
Look I'm the next best gat slinging rap singing
Nigga outta Queensbridge, and I don't be playing with dem meters
I'm more into drama bringing, have you in dirt
Your mama in church with her choir singing
Step out your zone you get blown open leave it
Nigga I'm terror like a squad full of Puerto Ricans
Insomniac with drama nigga there's no sleeping
I got nickel plated revolvers for that reason
See I been puffing blunts and I'm high
Know that I'm on point boy punch I'll you in your eye
Cause every time they tell me put my gun away
I tell them yeah right
Boy I'll (Voice Talking) shoot em'up cause I ain't tryna fight
And I ain't dying tonight I'm trying to scoop me some boots
And wear them out until they worn out
That's right
And anything else is just uncivilized, I (Voice Talking) shoot em'up
Trying to cop out with the cutie pies

(Chorus 2)
Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing
Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang
Nah, niggaz screaming they hood
I run up in they hood and (Voice Talking) shoot em'up
And this is how we do it man
Niggaz screaming they hood but out side of they hood they nothing
Niggaz never (Voice Talking) bang bang
Niggaz screaming they hood, I run up in they hood and *Gun loaded and fired*
(Voice Talking) Bang

(feat. 50 Cent)

[H:] Yeah
[50:] Yeah
[H:] It's real, it's real
[50:] Yeah
[H:] Got 'em

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique
Then when I get on that shit, I bring it to 'em
Where they pump at, 12-gauge Mausberg
No shell in the head 'fore you put in work
You gotta pump that - you done hit a nigga with it
And you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga
Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz
I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent, Havoc bump that

[50 Cent:]
My son asked, "Daddy why you carry a gun, you ain't a cop"
I looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot
Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?
Show 'em the clip, show 'em the beam, show 'em how Daddy lean"
In the convertible Jag, 22-inch mags
For a high school dropout, shit, that ain't bad
I'm ain't a Blood or a Crip, I'm doin my own thang
G-UNIT! Shit, I done started my own gang
I don't go that funny dance, I don't throw gang signs
But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
You think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good
Have Smurf hangin out the sunroof to light up yo' hood
Man, Carlito ain't never seen Blanco comin
But if he did, you think he woulda started runnin?
And I move with them Doublemint Twins, and two macs
I'll leave you flat your back - BRRRAT! Take that

[Chorus]

[Noyd:]
Uh-huh, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
My life story is that gangsta thing, packin that thing
Iced out diamond rings; fuck linen
It's Timbs and jeans, puffin cigars, stuff it with greens
What's fuckin with Queens? Nuttin and not a thing
We kings of rap, shanks and gats, knuckles and bats
Get at me, you want beef, come correct
Stunt on any nigga in my clique-ah, you get clapped
We sick, so quick, you be layin on your back
Cause we don't give a fuck nigga, we love to dump
You don't wanna get jumped, better turn yo' music up
And bump that - cause we comin with them guns black
And cause of the hoodrats, know where your home's at
Fuck that, this is for my niggaz in the hoods that
Slingin them blue caps, smokin that chronic sack
Get that paper, watch for all haters
Snitches and them bitches and them inside traders
Nigga fuck that

[Chorus]

[Havoc:]
Yeah, yeah
If you trippin with my niggaz 50 and Noyd
If anybody ask me nigga them my homeboys
When it come to drama know we pack them big gats
(We got a ton of slugs) Bitch, and it's like that
We them thirsty ones, no mask, we stick cats
I never handcuff a ho, I let you whip that
Let my money bubble, live off the kick back
This midnight shit is serious, where your kids at?
These streets too dangerous to let them roam
I done seen the gulliest of 'em, cry for home
Like a fish out of water, they gasp and shake
I'm a friend of the jooks and the dukes and the duct tape
Like a Down South nigga I won't stop 'til I'm "skraight"
Walkin up the street, testin out my heat
Uh-huh.. and as you stand in disbelief
When it comes to the slugs I ain't cheap
Nigga you know I...

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
It's always somethin' man
It's always somethin' I swear
Hey get started son

[Havoc]
Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something
Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas
Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop
Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top
Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something
Burn something, I wanna clear my mind
Look at niggas
Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop
Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top

[Prodigy]
They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open
Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen
Plus, we hit mid-sections up
You wit your kids and your woman boy I'm tearing you up
You wit your moms, so what I'm airin' the block
When you see my hand reach for my waist you better hop
And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me
You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me
You got a better chance stickin that Brinks truck
Than pickin' one of us for a hug
We properly serve
Reugers pop and whop ya head
Pens go off and drop you dead
Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga
Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas
Cause this song ain't for entertainment
This is a street subpoena for y'all niggas bring it

[Havoc]
Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit
Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique
And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions
Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something
Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit
Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique
And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions
Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something

[Littles]
Whatchu know about two hands three guns pop out
Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south
I clap for dollars and scrap about it
I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans
I'm a gorilla man, I know you feel me man
Queens I rep you flow let's do it
Unknown marksman, I see through the scope
Hit your frame and your souls apart and
Number one question A & R's wanna know
Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z
Fuck you pay me
I slid in on you rap motherfuckers cause the block got lazy
I'm from a place cannons burst, police never come
Homie viewed my life, wrote, and got us out the slums
Came home, the Mobb came to scoop me up
Though I rhyme niggas still wanna shoot me up
I'm that gangster gangster read all about me
In your X-X-L's, Sources my crew is rowdy
When them hammers back out we leave the whole block cloudy

[Havoc]
Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something
Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas
Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop
Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top
Yeah burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something
Burn something, I wanna zone while I'm merc'n niggas
Burn something, gotta get my lungs out the shop
Niggas need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top
Relax my mizzy and smoke that dro
Hold her head motherfucker I'ma fuck that ho
Let the dutch burn niggas get split fuck ya turn
I ain't been givin' a fuck so why should I now
Watch your mouth, nigga I'm grown you just a child
In a mans world nigga ac'in like a little girl
It's foul, he don't wanna blow trial, why not?
Cause up north niggas like him get smacked around
I never turn my back, on you faceless cowards
Talkin' all that shit, don't know a thing about us
I educate em with the pretty four pounder
But each and every day we get flagrant and more fouler
Keep it thorough, don't want that bullshit around us
Moved away from drama but some how it found us
It's a small thing, let that dro burn
Nigga front he gettin' touched that's my word
Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit
Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique
And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions
Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something
Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit
Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique
And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions
Burn something, I'm stressed ready to hurt something

(Havoc)
Bang your head, squeeze the four to this
Get bent, bag a whore to this - good girl, metamorphise it
That's you? Oh my bad, little shorty a freak
Now nigga come up off of it
I don't fight over hoes but I kill for my dough
That's right nigga know where my morals is
We can take it to the street, homey I don't give a fuck
Corporate, nigga shoot up them offices
Either step your game up or forfeit
Nigga never had it, I don't know how he lost it
Keep, fuckin with Hav', have them ladies on your block
lookin at you on the floor like, "poor kid"
Cause I bring it to the doorstep, 'ready know the layout
Think, not that, and some more shit
It's called backshot talk, you don't know nuttin 'bout it
Cause you can no longer hit it

(Chorus: Mobb Deep - repeat 2X)
Niggaz better step they game up (step it up)
Bitches better step that game up (step it up)
I don't give a fuck and you know I don't give a fuck
Niggaz just made cause I came up

(Prodigy)
Aiyyo yo
If songs is ammo, then we got endless bullets
Take you to war with rap and you definitely losin
Our chorus is like a 50 cal slug
One verse is like a +Cannonball+, +RUN+ - too late you threw it
These beats is like landmines, one step KABOOM
It's body parts all over the room 'n shit
Albums is like time bombs, our shits blow up
It's chemical warfare, we spread through the hood son
And attack the nervous system
Make niggaz bop they head and turn that shit up
Make the ladies panties wet, you know we get 'em
hot and bothered, girl I have that oyster drippin
On stage flippin, catch us on tour
Slowly but surely takin over the world
And come back home with paper in colors you never seen
But at the money exchange, it all turn green

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Woo! Oh man! Shit
Remember this? (No doubt, no doubt)
(That's what the fuck I'm talkin about)

"The bad has been playin" (been doin this shit here man)
"That song all night" (constantly baby)
"And now is the time baby.."
.. to turn out your lights
A rap for you faggot-ass niggaz
(Yo son, c'mon man)

(Havoc)
Aiyyo P man, it's that shit!
That real shit! That's comin back around
And we've been on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started this shit
So you know who gon' finish it..

Yo, I don't give a fuck who lookin or starin at me
Get your gulliest nigga, fuck it and send him at me
I got the recipe to make paper, they wanna clap me
Misery love company and they see we happy
They even dap me but I see right through the bullshit
Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit
You fuckin with lil' bitches I'm fuckin with grown women
And fuck if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin
they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration
A little tongue and some cock, they say I'm nasty
But I only freak with my main shorty
Thought she had me handled cause she tattooed my name
I see you niggaz schemin my niggaz I see you comin
You lookin at a nigga whose stomach is used to touchin
What's really good with you homey, you think you know me
That's a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely
I clap the chromey, you niggaz beter step lively
They say life's a bitch, but don't remind me

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Fuck waitin for you to make a move - clap first
I gotta do it my nigga win or lose - clap first
When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap first
Ain't nobody on this earth invincible - clap first

(Prodigy)
Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo
I pledge allegiance to our flag, may no man put asunder
Gun in my pants, make my shit sag
Tougher(?) letters on my hand, spells what I stand for
Flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my thugs
Hop out the trenches on niggaz, they runnin from us
P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs
Real slow when they back out, you cockin shit back
I got one in the head and I'm turnin ya hats
Then I spit what I want you to know with these raps
Albums sellin like drugs, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions
Bitch-ass niggaz is found in the basements
Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat, fucked up your lady head
Rolled back up the window, and then we slid
As I roll what's left of this, triangle bag man

(See, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout)
(Niggaz can't FUCK with us!)

(Chorus)

Verse 1 : Prodigy -> Havoc -> Prodigy ->...Turn

[Prodigy]
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid,watch your back,one time,it's comin always(Yeah!)
They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend
Now I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm into win

[Havoc]
On the scene from the 41st side of Queens
We get the CREAM,laid up,love-love for dame
Cos I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim King
Doin my thing,do wild stakes my name'll reign

To all my peoples locked down comin back to life
In the world once again though ya fear was trife
While you was gone,we was goin to war and even more
Saw my man layin dead on the floor,kid I swore
That our crew will live forever,I guess I was wrong
No,until we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong(Yeah!)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what!)
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin little son,had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas start a guttin behind the bushes duckin
My ears rung,I punch a clip into the guns
Got (?Raydes?) in the arm,one slug hit my son
He was bleedin from the head,I couldn't believe it
We was defeated,if it was a case I couldn't beat it
Felt like cryin(The temperature's risin)
I saw my man helpless,damn near on the verge of dyin
So to P I passed the iron

Kid you ain't lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin
On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap!
Police buckin at me,they try to twist my tongue back
Jetted up the staircase to the third floor
Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor
Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw
'So where's the gun we saw?'(I don't know!)
'We know you was there at the homicide scene'(I know nuttin!)
'And if it wasn't you,was somebody from ya team'

Chorus :

From the cradle to the grave
(From the cradle to the grave)
(x3)

From the cradle to the grave
(Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)

Verse 2 Havoc -> Prodigy

Yo,it's the real drama kills,nobody moves,stand still!
Bottle you!drop that ass off in a land-fill
Son bless me with the iron,I got beef
With some niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters,greet em with the hollow-tips
Flip em like the Gotti clip,my crew shift the body shift
The cradle to the grave is where I'll end up
Fuck gettin sent up North,son I'm bett-er
Doin my dirt on a low
Fuckin wit them mobbers like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow,you never know
He didn't even have to go there
Unprepared,now he's six below
Y'know I'm chillin,I gots no time for catchin feelings
Get that money I wants,some brothers wanna act funny
But it's all good I still die for the hood
For my peoples,yeah knock on wood

Triple L,rollin dice while I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is short not long
This nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be dead
Know him well and probably go way back
But I don't care if he's your man doin shit like that
I hope the word gets back to him,cos I screw him
He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him
Lets get it over with quick,I'm tired of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there,we just debatin on when and how
Later on right now,spoke to Killa yesterday
He said to chill for a while
But it's hard acting like everything is alright
I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walking,not only that he's still talkin(About what?)
About how what he did buried off and you don't know
How much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
One day my man and the next he's not
Didn't know him long anyway so fuck it!
It's funny how things change(Word up!)

Chorus

Outro : Prodigy

Word up man!
Y'knowhatumsayin,we gonna die!
It's for real,kid,no games bein played

(Havoc)
Won't stop 'til the casket drop
The shit don't pop, better believe I have that work on the block
With my left on the hammer, the other on a knot
Niggaz wanna scheme and plot, shit - this all I got
Pull his ass out the drop - nigga we ain't playin witchu hoes
Let the heat blow, nigga just eat those
And I don't give a fuck, nigga go get your peoples
Nigga, I ring your girl bell and blast through the peephole
Here's how I put that ass in a sleep hold
Twenty-four/seven in creep mode, nigga you ain't safe
Fuck your girl in the face while your lame ass tuggin her
Now she sex like a porno chick, way I was pluggin her
Seven to the max, know I broke the governor
Bitch got a fetish for me? You still in love with her
Dawg I had that all, so I only want some of her
When she finish pity(?) talkin motherfuck her, I'm done with her
Bitch

"Call Tasha again, and I'ma kill you myself - you hear me dawg?
I don't play, I ain't with really with this phone shit;
just the only way I could get at you - don't call Tasha back"

(Prodigy) That's how we do that shit, it's like this

"You heard me? Don't call her back... don't don't don't do it"

(Prodigy)
Aiyyo, yo ("Huh? Straight up")
This shit in pocket baby
We stitchin this shit up, you just follow us
We hold the streets up - you couldn't beat us with hammers
We got retarded strength
.. and we ain't runnin for nothin
'cept for the escape after we push them gun buttons
(Pa-pow!) Now you gettin out the way
Shots poppin out the Ace leave people's shit swollen
It's my style to flip
Niggaz is bogus, we come through and shut down the set
Yo Hav' - it's our time my nigga
Our music grab these niggaz and show 'em how it's did
Multi-million dollar mobsters
300,000 dollar cars and hit the streets if you want to
(Ay nigga) And still keep it thug too
You couldn't pull us out the streets, we got deep roots {*echoes*}