Prodigy [Mobb Deep]

[Intro][Prodigy]
Yea
It's that war shit
It's that war shit
And you know what dun

[Prodigy]
It makes you sick to hear the mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns' heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks
Just pure adrenaline
Raw lyrics incredible beats
Don't mean to rub it in
But your small time beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks niggas be askin
For ass whippings
Guns kick like pelle
My big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds so you can hear sounds
So you can run back actin like you a vet
And swearin' you dead
You survived some real shit
Now what's this it's not going down like this
Ground y'all niggas like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out
Dun you bugged out I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth until that piece come out
Niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

[Chorus]
It be the Guns,money,pussy,cars,drugs,jewels,clothes
Brawls,killings,boroughs,buildings,disease,stress,in these,N.Y.C
2X

[Havoc]
Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise you ain't got it in you
First of all you too soft for fastball
Point game track y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged niggas getting amped off the mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time
Stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea
Young shit with young mind but that quite contraire
Young nigga smart nigga
Who started from the stairs
How dare
You try to come around the way
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down you be like they did it

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
Taste test this Military shit
Bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this
Thugness it ain't easy to find
Shit like mine I'm a rare species
You's a dime a gross
That's a dozen heast the least
Keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke
Make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo
Irons꿢 permanent flesh your clothes soakin'
You feel the shots pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds be that man grim reaper
With all pleasure
Pick your feet up
Pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot make the temperature rise like mercury

[Havoc]
When I feel like getting' bent [Yo don't fuck with it dun]
Imma drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return I guess they heard god's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds
My surroundings
Get suspect we start four-poundin' shit
Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty but an enemy it was clear
I just be another problem that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that
Pull out I try to grab that
Caught one nigga like Mahadat

[Chorus]

[Prodigy singing]
Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

[Intro][Prodigy]
Yea
It's that war shit
It's that war shit
And you know what dun

[Prodigy]
It makes you sick to hear the mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns' heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks
Just pure adrenaline
Raw lyrics incredible beats
Don't mean to rub it in
But your small time beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks niggas be askin
For ass whippings
Guns kick like pelle
My big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds so you can hear sounds
So you can run back actin like you a vet
And swearin' you dead
You survived some real shit
Now what's this it's not going down like this
Ground y'all niggas like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out
Dun you bugged out I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth until that piece come out
Niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

[Chorus]
It be the Guns,money,pussy,cars,drugs,jewels,clothes
Brawls,killings,boroughs,buildings,disease,stress,in these,N.Y.C
2X

[Havoc]
Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise you ain't got it in you
First of all you too soft for fastball
Point game track y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged niggas getting amped off the mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time
Stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea
Young shit with young mind but that quite contraire
Young nigga smart nigga
Who started from the stairs
How dare
You try to come around the way
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down you be like they did it

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
Taste test this Military shit
Bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this
Thugness it ain't easy to find
Shit like mine I'm a rare species
You's a dime a gross
That's a dozen heast the least
Keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke
Make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo
Irons꿢 permanent flesh your clothes soakin'
You feel the shots pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds be that man grim reaper
With all pleasure
Pick your feet up
Pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot make the temperature rise like mercury

[Havoc]
When I feel like getting' bent [Yo don't fuck with it dun]
Imma drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return I guess they heard god's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds
My surroundings
Get suspect we start four-poundin' shit
Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty but an enemy it was clear
I just be another problem that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that
Pull out I try to grab that
Caught one nigga like Mahadat

[Chorus]

[Prodigy singing]
Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

[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

Yeah, Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C
M-O-B-B, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
KnowhatI'msayin? 41st side
Niggaz know how we do, right right
I can see you back there, yeah (whattup?)
Yo

[Havoc]
The Mobb'll spit that shit, rip that bitch, leave it loose
Take shit back to trip who fat Goose
Queensbridge representative, ghetto entrepeneur, stay on tour
Dick-riders, wanna get em bullshit
The same law, same day contract, different clause
Don't run red lights, I never caught the blue balls
Gold medalist spit, doin this ever since
third time felon nigga, who you tellin?

Chorus One: repeat 2X

Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes
and dust to dust, if you fuck with us
It's a must we bust, and if you stand wit us
Nine times out of ten son you might get bucked

[Prodigy]
Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin nigga
P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly
I count on one finger all y'all rap niggaz that excite me
Y'all niggaz is trash rap - wanna fight me?
You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly
Y'all Little League niggaz is so bald they might be
spent too much time with wifey, come out to play
with the hard-headed, Infamous song torture
Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight
Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights
My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal
There's no cure, for what my pen do neither
Bring the fever, y'all niggaz is the rap Justin's
While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin now
move over bacon, time for som'in meatier
Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre
Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought
that you could come out to challenge me in blood talk?
Take a walk jerk this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill
This is rap for real, somethin you feel
You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo
It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll
but it's hip-hop though, my drug music
It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it

Chorus Two: repeat 2X

Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes til death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first

(last line changed 2X to "and it's a must we burst ours first, nigga")

[Havoc]
Yo.. crack the Henny bottle while I drop this jewel on your dome
My shit'll touch home, straight to the core you ain't alone
Play the unknown type Dunn, mysterious stars
Concealin them slugs, if it go down, remember that mug
Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin his ribs
Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz
in formation pack the led up in shit
The better you get, the better we get, and that's it
Yo this snake's in the grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom
Stop em in they tracks, goin at em when you send em
Imperial dogs, creepin through fog
Carved needle slip and you fold, the shit's lethal
We roll Mobb D-iezel, the whole Q.U. double-E, N-S
And when you spot us, play low-key

[Prodigy]
Dunn these niggaz is actresses, and they tryin to play the man's role
Can't they see us wildin on the video?
Don't they see us in the club swingin elbows?
Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone?
Hoppin the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps
I ran through more cars than it's sand on the beach
I'm pleased to meet you, now here's a word to the smart
Don't ever let your peoples boost up your heart
Cause you'll fuck around and get your ass torn apart
Challengin the Mobb in the arts
Our literature stands collossal, compared to y'alls
Way ahead of your time, you're strugglin to keep up
Your style's limited, your rap's primitive
Go 'head with that bullshit you kicked Dunn

Chorus Two

Chorus Two

Chorus Two (fades our partway through)

Yeah, Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C
M-O-B-B, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
KnowhatI'msayin? 41st side
Niggaz know how we do, right right
I can see you back there, yeah (whattup?)
Yo

[Havoc]
The Mobb'll spit that shit, rip that bitch, leave it loose
Take shit back to trip who fat Goose
Queensbridge representative, ghetto entrepeneur, stay on tour
Dick-riders, wanna get em bullshit
The same law, same day contract, different clause
Don't run red lights, I never caught the blue balls
Gold medalist spit, doin this ever since
third time felon nigga, who you tellin?

Chorus One: repeat 2X

Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes
and dust to dust, if you fuck with us
It's a must we bust, and if you stand wit us
Nine times out of ten son you might get bucked

[Prodigy]
Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin nigga
P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly
I count on one finger all y'all rap niggaz that excite me
Y'all niggaz is trash rap - wanna fight me?
You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly
Y'all Little League niggaz is so bald they might be
spent too much time with wifey, come out to play
with the hard-headed, Infamous song torture
Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight
Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights
My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal
There's no cure, for what my pen do neither
Bring the fever, y'all niggaz is the rap Justin's
While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin now
move over bacon, time for som'in meatier
Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre
Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought
that you could come out to challenge me in blood talk?
Take a walk jerk this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill
This is rap for real, somethin you feel
You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo
It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll
but it's hip-hop though, my drug music
It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it

Chorus Two: repeat 2X

Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes til death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first

(last line changed 2X to "and it's a must we burst ours first, nigga")

[Havoc]
Yo.. crack the Henny bottle while I drop this jewel on your dome
My shit'll touch home, straight to the core you ain't alone
Play the unknown type Dunn, mysterious stars
Concealin them slugs, if it go down, remember that mug
Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin his ribs
Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz
in formation pack the led up in shit
The better you get, the better we get, and that's it
Yo this snake's in the grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom
Stop em in they tracks, goin at em when you send em
Imperial dogs, creepin through fog
Carved needle slip and you fold, the shit's lethal
We roll Mobb D-iezel, the whole Q.U. double-E, N-S
And when you spot us, play low-key

[Prodigy]
Dunn these niggaz is actresses, and they tryin to play the man's role
Can't they see us wildin on the video?
Don't they see us in the club swingin elbows?
Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone?
Hoppin the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps
I ran through more cars than it's sand on the beach
I'm pleased to meet you, now here's a word to the smart
Don't ever let your peoples boost up your heart
Cause you'll fuck around and get your ass torn apart
Challengin the Mobb in the arts
Our literature stands collossal, compared to y'alls
Way ahead of your time, you're strugglin to keep up
Your style's limited, your rap's primitive
Go 'head with that bullshit you kicked Dunn

Chorus Two

Chorus Two

Chorus Two (fades our partway through)

[Havoc]
Yea.. Amerikaz Motherfuckin Nightmare bitch

[Havoc]
They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's they never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in
Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare
They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's they never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in
Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare

[Havoc]
Dogs, I think smarter, reach harder
slugs travel much farther
Niggaz stomped a Timberland wearing face carver
With the box cutter, top gutter
I hover over you lames, Run for cover, end in your brain (yea)
You did your thang but not very good
And by the looks of things, You can't come back to the hood
This is not a good look for you my nigga
Wus really poppin, Inquirin minds wanna know
How you rocking them new guns, we cope those
Invoke, like we bought 'em in Costco's
Don't get yaself murk'd, wet shirt
Said it first, hurry this that red alert
You ain't gotta get buck to know that this letter hurt
The sight of my Hammer, gotcha heart pumping
Nerves twitching, Eyes jumping, heads will roll
when the pound starts kicking You be missing
Moms will be wearing that yellow ribbon
While I'm somewhere in the Carribean Islands, chillin

[Chorus]
They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Locking the flesh with the Tec's they never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em in
Dump Dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare

[Prodigy]
Yea꿃un..You know we keep them big thangs ( big thangs )
That make dead people when we hit brains (hit brains)
It's a wrap for the sequel get yo whip spray'd (whip sprayed )
Tho I rather hit you walkin, get yo shit shaved ( shit shaved )
Plus showered up, talkin then we split, EY (woo wooo)
Wont catch me gun smokin, have the cops think
There was drugs that provoke it while we rollin, EY
Baby girl, I see you, can I get a taste
Of that thang, heard its lethal in a good way
Just so you kno I ain't the one that get yo clit ate
But hope you got a strong back, I'll make yo shit break
You'll be walking like a penguin for a few days
Yo Bitch, you know we got BIG CASH
Money fallin out our pockets, give you whiplash
When we drive past your project, ain't nobody can stop us
Infamous they can't stop us, They want our spot
Yo fall bak nigga we got this

[Chorus ]

[Prodigy]
I got love for my niggaz, love for my niggaz
Love for my niggaz, got love for my niggaz
I bust thugs for my niggaz, thug for my niggaz
Thugs for my niggaz, bust bloods for my niggaz

[Havoc]
Yo slugs touchin, medics will rush you
Jay dusting for Prince, make shift
Morgues made for you pricks
You know wuts on my hips, you know the hood that I rep
You know we dumpin' them clips
You in the valley of death

[Prodigy]
Get comfortable nigga, you runnin out of breath (outta breath)
Ya blood is spilling thru the sealing of the necks (of the necks)
Floor or have you flood the cement
Ouside somewhere on the streets, no longer in the flesh

No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right?
Aight, we gonna do it again son

Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas fuck you up
Thick as shorty guts, get the men to set you up
It's the most trifle, 44th Side disciples
Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour
Niggas come with the "I gave you birth kid, I'm sellin you"
The Infamous got PC for days
We runnin thru townships, fuckin shit
Kid, we down shit
Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique
9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's
Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD
I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin
Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again
Songs about 'We all around the NC'
Cop the E series, jealous ones envy
Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me
I bleach blonde em, you can't see like Ste-vie
I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that
Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin with that?

To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy
Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti
Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty
Scarface and Gambino, New York City
It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit
Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
Your time's wasted for figurin P
was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously
You get lumped sometin horribly and then we calmly
guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly
Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out
After GOD drinks had to shoot our fuckin way out
Spark flyin niggas dyin, bitches cryin and shout
Mobb niggas to the exit, we out

9-6 load up the clips, the Infamous apocalypse
QBC on the L-I-E an sippin Hennessey
and Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy
Eyes forever chinky, up in the Mariott
Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low
The 5-0-migos, the gigolo, what nigga?

A technique, official white meat
Internal bleedin he felt, heat then cold feet
QBC committee, Ty Knitty hit the safe
The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates
We escape, ain't no turnin back to Stat
Pushin back-to-back acts, gettin cheddar
Drug smugglin tri state, catchin faith
We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake!

Chorus: repeat 2X

My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears
and thirty years for years, start niggas and drink beers
Tired of livin life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall
Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all
Animal instinct, these niggas gettin clapped on instinct
I'm tired of livin life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall

(Nigga) Motherfucker!
Word up!

Uhh GOD, uhh, y'know what we gotta do son!
Y'knowhutI'msayin? Word up! Make that millions fam!
No doubt! It's only there for the takings son
Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son
We drunk all that shit, hey yo!

44th Side convention, Queens connection The Bridge be rep'tin
Any party that we step in get they heady-up
V-S-O-P immediately, extra bent Rob then out son is evident
We stash CREAM, mansions fulfill my dream
Ice 'reams gleam, spread love throughout the whole team
Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations
No conversation, bring all ya good confrontation
You hesitatin, ass spittin, that's bad business
for the game nigga, get out the business
You waste space, substitute here's the briefcase
We deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin face
Tainted taste, send ya home back to vacate
Get your shit together plus your mind straight

Yo! My empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes
My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes
We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
Dreams are growing over and my son'll live great
Little man I'm plannin to enhance your mindstate
The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life
The one before me was of an even more trife
My understandin, I'll raise you with precise plannin
and put you on to the whole game of this planet
But I gotta survive in order to follow thru plans to live lot-o
Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o
He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no hanky
Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach
I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats
and when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes
I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats
My formulae-I live life do or die Stare into the eyes of a deep
wiseguy
Prodigy turnin niggas to protoges My protege I advise ya ass to make
way
Make way...for fully-auto gun spray
You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap yea
This man is half mad scientist-half sane
Creative rhyme labryinth like poisonous cannabis
Here take a toke of this daily rare roackalist
Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locust
Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus em
Burn a hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shit!)
and let the venom soak in
You start sweatin and goin thru convulsions from dope shit I write
Leavin niggas stuck, I let spit
Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick
I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst
As dangerous as risky business fuckin with this
Contender number one I put you on top of the list
You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this
But peep this (what?) fatal shots that soloplex
Man down, now who dares to go next?
Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks
I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit
Atomic, no time for calm shit
We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit
Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded
Take heed to the apostle's warning
Word up!

Ashes to ashes dust to dust
stainless steel gats
never rust big till bust you could touch
just enough
blessed wit the real side of life
you couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic
layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception
maced your interference souped your upperbody section
I travel like a 2 2 bullet
throughout your body repped to the fullest
Queens
representin
blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow through
representin the hollow tip crew
once the kite is sent
no second thoughts, cuz my conscience is demandin
I might get bent, but still planted
for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red)
I'm like cancer cant catch me cuz I done spread(done spread)
gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled
wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
what the fuck you sick I'll be right back
hunger for the cheddar big ends and better
wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era
your shortie set you up you betta dead-her
Armeretto sours alcohol consumption
why you runnin we thumpin
do to the fact the infamous is bumpin

ice real son you frontin
what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
right back to the fact that
Prodigy

here take that, right back at you
were goin at to
already ran through
wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after
the fourty-fifth will make your clothes damper
put in the hamper
the fabulous Infamous is movin stainless
crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin
what the fuck you said? I be right back real maxin
blastin, terrin up your Fila fashion
live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then
give him what he askin feelin aint know what happened
back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
spread team across plannin, expansion
slap a nigga opened handly style something foul
for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile
I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays
14 years old, shorty from round way
I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits
brick ass cold, still puffin night to day
but why did my life have to be this way
my loot give recoup razors in my suit
incase you try to troop me to the island
I known for start whylin
back in New York, my shortie's got the cash pilin
so much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit
peep this on some knowns and teef shit
for packin big fifth
lift you up off your feet like ski lift
niggas who riff but nigga you riff
on my way down souh for international crowds
then Im on the next life gettin bent in the clouds

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]

[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

turn them heaadphones up
yeah
to my man Nigga-No, yo
Killa Bee
no doubt

[Prodigy]
I kick that progress
and to that dumb nigga god bless
I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit
now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin
fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin
we blowin niggas
heart attack stroking niggas
provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas
you rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker
get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya
but fuck that
stickin with the gat is quicker
scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga
do a jaw way all day fake shit
what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)
and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit
and show the world don't sweat it baby girl
I gotta hem
and pull the gat like a stem
you all fucked up like a off beat blend
I send message that you couldn't read clear
try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear
take it as a letter but I'm not sincere

yo
this ain't rap, it's bloodsport
your life cut short, you fell short
pressure's on high, full court
my team form killer instincts and fire arms
dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars
a life of a wild rebel, who run wild
clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down
appear, disappear, a hydro cloud
while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out
Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead
get ninja'd
I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin'
listen, who are you to throw your fist in?
hit like a bitch, run like a faggot an take the whole shit
that's it
I had to pass here with shit
It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get
you want to talk tough and get all delinquent
you find yourself all bloodied up and shameded
me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit
bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin
what's up there? let's take you there and touch something
I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that
capable of combat, P counterattack
in some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back
it was a foul way to go, Kicko
you know the ropes so...
bloodsport motherfucker

ay yo the rockweiler
chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar
and let the lights dimmin
and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice
fatality too
this rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two
to the set of prenumtual
got paid in too comfortable
it's all good, we don't want to humble
and while you shinin in the spotlight
I got this dot right
the aimed right a stoplight
the trife life, ain't no part two's
when it's over it's over you hit
now send your soldierly stool

<repeat last stanza>

nigga, bloodsport

Another banger Yeah You can feel me if you don't, you don't I'll feed you to the dogs like a bitch I boned Problem dead on tacking tours to throats My only concern is for the cash I gross A nigga more deadly up against the ropes Eyes, ears open you can try to get close Get on the floor soldier like you owe me ten Spread it, never say it Approach me then Actions speak louder than words Get bodied because you doubted the word Never fucked your bird, stop askin her It's not that serious, keep backin up To stop Havoc got to kill me bro She'll get curious, and delirious Send that bitch home on her period These niggaz listening but don't hear me bro [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, what's the deal, deal Play that shit I can feel, feel Right now it's about to get real, real Never leave home without that steel, steel [2X] [Prodigy] Yeah, just bounce Bounce, Bounce Let's go, let's do it, let's get it correct Let's ball, let's burn, let's all get bent Let's party and celebrate success Let's not ruin my fun, my gun will spit Nigga find you a woman you can definitely rip Ladies find you a man, go ahead get you some dick What you thought? you a big girl, I'm a big boy So let's not play these games, let's get to the point Bitch get off me, I switch plans on you These niggaz got problems? I'll straighten that promptly There's plenty more bunnies for me I'll be all over them niggaz so fast, they're so pussy Go ahead push me to tear you up Try me, blind me, force my guns So we gonna ride on you niggaz until the sun burn out You ain't built for war, you built to bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus (2X)] [Chorus (2X)]

Another banger Yeah You can feel me if you don't, you don't I'll feed you to the dogs like a bitch I boned Problem dead on tacking tours to throats My only concern is for the cash I gross A nigga more deadly up against the ropes Eyes, ears open you can try to get close Get on the floor soldier like you owe me ten Spread it, never say it Approach me then Actions speak louder than words Get bodied because you doubted the word Never fucked your bird, stop askin her It's not that serious, keep backin up To stop Havoc got to kill me bro She'll get curious, and delirious Send that bitch home on her period These niggaz listening but don't hear me bro [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, what's the deal, deal Play that shit I can feel, feel Right now it's about to get real, real Never leave home without that steel, steel [2X] [Prodigy] Yeah, just bounce Bounce, Bounce Let's go, let's do it, let's get it correct Let's ball, let's burn, let's all get bent Let's party and celebrate success Let's not ruin my fun, my gun will spit Nigga find you a woman you can definitely rip Ladies find you a man, go ahead get you some dick What you thought? you a big girl, I'm a big boy So let's not play these games, let's get to the point Bitch get off me, I switch plans on you These niggaz got problems? I'll straighten that promptly There's plenty more bunnies for me I'll be all over them niggaz so fast, they're so pussy Go ahead push me to tear you up Try me, blind me, force my guns So we gonna ride on you niggaz until the sun burn out You ain't built for war, you built to bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus (2X)] [Chorus (2X)]

Another banger Yeah You can feel me if you don't, you don't I'll feed you to the dogs like a bitch I boned Problem dead on tacking tours to throats My only concern is for the cash I gross A nigga more deadly up against the ropes Eyes, ears open you can try to get close Get on the floor soldier like you owe me ten Spread it, never say it Approach me then Actions speak louder than words Get bodied because you doubted the word Never fucked your bird, stop askin her It's not that serious, keep backin up To stop Havoc got to kill me bro She'll get curious, and delirious Send that bitch home on her period These niggaz listening but don't hear me bro [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, what's the deal, deal Play that shit I can feel, feel Right now it's about to get real, real Never leave home without that steel, steel [2X] [Prodigy] Yeah, just bounce Bounce, Bounce Let's go, let's do it, let's get it correct Let's ball, let's burn, let's all get bent Let's party and celebrate success Let's not ruin my fun, my gun will spit Nigga find you a woman you can definitely rip Ladies find you a man, go ahead get you some dick What you thought? you a big girl, I'm a big boy So let's not play these games, let's get to the point Bitch get off me, I switch plans on you These niggaz got problems? I'll straighten that promptly There's plenty more bunnies for me I'll be all over them niggaz so fast, they're so pussy Go ahead push me to tear you up Try me, blind me, force my guns So we gonna ride on you niggaz until the sun burn out You ain't built for war, you built to bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus (2X)] [Chorus (2X)]

(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)
QBC
About to take over, your area!
YO

Left to right protect the life, guard my castle
When goin at you, take it to the gats if I have to
It's the hassle, jealous thugs I suppose squeeze
turn that ass to Swiss cheese, leave permanent holes
And to them hoes, you know how it go, no dough
Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
that don't trick, ladyless, just associates
Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it
I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's
them fake rappers, but they damn good actors
From population, through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya
Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped
convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit
Handle B-I, on some calm shit

(General G)
I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics
My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual
For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle
Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly
Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got
Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O
Can't You See, I'm the Total, vocals is low blow
Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!)
Toe to toe complex the next expert, who's in control?
Episode, ya can't control your fascination
Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports
Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile
Wild out for snakeness equals foul
General G, blowin Dutches in the train

Chorus: Mobb Deep

Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split
We out to win and that's it!
We out to win it like this!

(Prodigy)
It's like this kid, aiyyo
We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
Take notes nigga, best check the index
Look over anything that you might've missed
You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists
Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin
Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin
on imbecile niggaz who ain't got they feet grounded
Precise, astonishin shots split ya skin's top
We sent pops, catch you from two blocks
Don't run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin
Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin
Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock
This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin hot
Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot
Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot
Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot
My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke
Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through
(Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)
Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple
Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors
Word up

(Havoc)
Aiyyo we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats
One hundred and oh, nigga go check the stats
QB, yeah that name hold weight and ring bells
All you niggaz Shook and It Ain't Hard To Tell
Major clientele, the Infamous cartel
Catch a buck fifty, them stars we scar well
Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch
Laid up, sippin all types of shit, get ya chick bent
Talk the bitch to death til there's no info left
Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf I'm petrol
Regulate the Metropolitan, niggaz gettin bodied in
in the lobby-in, lock the door it ain't safe, kid
Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it

Chorus: Mobb Deep

Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split
We out to win and that's it!
We out to win it like this!

*crowd noise to end*

That's my shit! Yo

Yeah... yeah... yeah (Let it go... let it go)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (That's right)
Yo that's right (uh huh uh huh uh huh)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah (Check it out tell 'em dunn)
Oh...

[Chorus x2: Havoc]
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh)
Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit (uh uh)
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

[Havoc]
Yo, if I sat at wrote a verse for all the niggaz I hated
Most definately, if not you, kill somebody belated
Sound foul with a subject, dunn, no women or kids
Dump you up under a bridge in a cardboard box
I'm like nothin to do wit it, believe it or not
Up in the rep bangin my chest off, pealin my socks
I'm washin my hands to get bent with Henney or rock
Niggaz do it to death, I sleep with my 6 cocked
Like Henney rock, one sip, ya love it a lot
While you sleepin, I'm creapin wit the intricate plot
Picture you tryin to get my while I'm still tryin to get mines
Cuz picture me up in the morgue, way before my time
Asshole, have ya brain lookin like Castro
Dunn, I heard you wanted me (be careful what you ask for)
Bitch, if I buck you, damn Short snitched
The nigga just mad cuz he can't cop crisp

[Chorus x2]
I observe the dread, winter time, big shot in my leg
[Raekwon]

Blood barrels, a big thick Benneton keg
Razor glass full, salute all teflon, shoot wit the left arm
We sleepin wit nukes, the blood is shed warm
Razors, lazers, bulletproof blazers
High-voltage guns, nuns wit jums in the gums
Yo, remind what the team chanted
They bought the jewel from a don wit a king-sized hat on, slanted
Kangol wit Bentol, ya mental, mid-war
Spill Hen' in the store, that's for the own'
Blaze wit a bent 4, yo these laws is your's
When we pour gasoline all in ya pours and draws
Instead of these leaks, we leave the weak weapin
So decievin, flow speed change, lay him down, empty breathin
Straight up status for maggots
Operation: apparatus, spray shots through ya grey Stratus

[Chorus x2]

Keep ya eyes bright comin out ya buildin, duke
[Prodigy]
You might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya death
Soldier boys stay on ya toes, be on ya P's and Q's
Niggaz slumber, I put 'em in a deep coma
I got an arson for niggaz tryin to figure me out
I keep guns cuz it's like that, you figure it out
You ain't a killa, you just talk more, runnin ya mouth
The type of nigga, we'll stomp out and bloody down
Look, we a Mobb for real, don't let the LP's twist it
Cut me a cheque cuz I don't talk business
Drop anthems worth millions and spend millions
Take trips with my niggaz to the Keys on the weekends
Serious jewels, pissy off the fruits
Dunn, we move like the marines, move when we come through
Seduce bitches dizzy, half they friends and they moms wanna hit me
Y'all know my stiggity
[Chorus x2]


Yeah, yeah [Outro: Havoc]

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]

some niggas need the henny to endure the drama all I need is informtion on your crib and armour when it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father need guns get your own gas and never charter like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther pull strings have you gettin clapped and things my gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal serchin for Hav is like a search through fog how you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Prodigy] yo yo maybe its us, maybe its them other crews you bout to be another dead rapper but who know we'll see, til then, all I know is how to get the guns in and give it to a nigga good when he startin fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit you better protect that bar, i'll murder that kid you got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin all you get is standin ovation with mack 10's ?? and more shit we applaud it niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards from gettin at this nigga, pardon my force you better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too your power is no match for my strength of wolves nigga we came into this game on this drama shit more money more murder thats how we live it more diamonds more guns is the beginnin more of this gangsta shit can wear you out niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh) i clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] degree in drama knowledge you nigga just pay the homage you niggas should be abolished for that rappin ass garbage to me, you just a target, easy to hit with that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss then its 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit and ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures rusty ass germs niggas already know this kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with prada'd up, gucci'd up, died on some fly shit regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit talk about cliques most infamous run with it so fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it catch your body's ??, most niggas sick with it and clap a nigga in the first degree aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last [Prodigy] get back, move back, this is that smash this is that murder you niggas get bucked your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked we Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out how heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down so we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em guns clap security be callin for back up ? bullets drop leavin them bagged up why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's they spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

some niggas need the henny to endure the drama all I need is informtion on your crib and armour when it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father need guns get your own gas and never charter like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther pull strings have you gettin clapped and things my gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal serchin for Hav is like a search through fog how you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Prodigy] yo yo maybe its us, maybe its them other crews you bout to be another dead rapper but who know we'll see, til then, all I know is how to get the guns in and give it to a nigga good when he startin fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit you better protect that bar, i'll murder that kid you got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin all you get is standin ovation with mack 10's ?? and more shit we applaud it niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards from gettin at this nigga, pardon my force you better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too your power is no match for my strength of wolves nigga we came into this game on this drama shit more money more murder thats how we live it more diamonds more guns is the beginnin more of this gangsta shit can wear you out niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh) i clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] degree in drama knowledge you nigga just pay the homage you niggas should be abolished for that rappin ass garbage to me, you just a target, easy to hit with that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss then its 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit and ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures rusty ass germs niggas already know this kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with prada'd up, gucci'd up, died on some fly shit regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit talk about cliques most infamous run with it so fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it catch your body's ??, most niggas sick with it and clap a nigga in the first degree aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last [Prodigy] get back, move back, this is that smash this is that murder you niggas get bucked your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked we Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out how heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down so we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em guns clap security be callin for back up ? bullets drop leavin them bagged up why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's they spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

some niggas need the henny to endure the drama all I need is informtion on your crib and armour when it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father need guns get your own gas and never charter like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther pull strings have you gettin clapped and things my gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal serchin for Hav is like a search through fog how you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Prodigy] yo yo maybe its us, maybe its them other crews you bout to be another dead rapper but who know we'll see, til then, all I know is how to get the guns in and give it to a nigga good when he startin fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit you better protect that bar, i'll murder that kid you got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin all you get is standin ovation with mack 10's ?? and more shit we applaud it niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards from gettin at this nigga, pardon my force you better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too your power is no match for my strength of wolves nigga we came into this game on this drama shit more money more murder thats how we live it more diamonds more guns is the beginnin more of this gangsta shit can wear you out niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh) i clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] degree in drama knowledge you nigga just pay the homage you niggas should be abolished for that rappin ass garbage to me, you just a target, easy to hit with that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss then its 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit and ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures rusty ass germs niggas already know this kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with prada'd up, gucci'd up, died on some fly shit regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit talk about cliques most infamous run with it so fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it catch your body's ??, most niggas sick with it and clap a nigga in the first degree aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last [Prodigy] get back, move back, this is that smash this is that murder you niggas get bucked your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked we Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out how heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down so we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em guns clap security be callin for back up ? bullets drop leavin them bagged up why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's they spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh) and clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) [Havoc] bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

(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)

[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]

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

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

Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap Dog I take shit to heart cause I was born like that I only got my word as a man when I give When I say I'm going at you it's a given when I spit it So niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it So bitches fuck niggas, they man best dog Over that now you got some nigga leaking on the floor So niggas get money bounce from the hood you shitted You gotta watch those broads To die over that is totally against the grain and against street laws I respect paper and every minute thats spent gettin that shit So my little dunn could be set And what I feal about a nigga thats trying to pose threats Dog I know about death you ain't sayin nuttin slick Never write it out if you can't cash that check Empty out on that fool cliq cliq, cliq cliq So keep movin, You better keep walkin [Havoc: Hook x2] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life Nigga how you want it nigga, cause you about to get served [Prodigy] Matter of fact nigga, you about to get your shit burned The homo rapper, H to the you know Punk motherfucker, female ass nigga Come on man I ain't gotta spell it out for you You know how to tell time you know my gun boil I set it off on your bitch ass, dont forget that And your retaliation was weak, baby pictures Dunn I'll take you out in the street and spank you bitch Ain't no point going at "P" you run into bricks How you not gonna show face after that stunt At rap's only awards and you ain't show up I suggest that you pack up and take it to go You scared and you butt, you are now being crushed By these black Mobb gangstas you niggas is done Cause everything is not cool and you niggas should know [Havoc: Hook] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin So keep movin, You better keep walkin Clinger for life How it feel when that steel hit the grill huh For real, for real shit be that real son [Havoc] The grimy endulge in nothing but gangsterness Is you ready to die like a man for it That ice is lookin major on your wrist Or pass it right over, fall back and get extorted Keep them hands so I see them Like a camcorder every move is recorded Every thaught I can read it [Prodigy] Ya'll some hoe ass niggas, I'll slap days out you You was raised off our shit we made rappers Bitch ass nigga I'll buck the fuck out that nigga And peel that fruit, kill that fool Eighty Eight is you crazy Thats when I was fuckin Sophie and you was pumpin for poison My nigga Killa Dang woulda spit in your face Illa G been told me about that ? boy Jay [Havoc: Hook x2] So keep movin, You better keep walkin The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life

Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap Dog I take shit to heart cause I was born like that I only got my word as a man when I give When I say I'm going at you it's a given when I spit it So niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it So bitches fuck niggas, they man best dog Over that now you got some nigga leaking on the floor So niggas get money bounce from the hood you shitted You gotta watch those broads To die over that is totally against the grain and against street laws I respect paper and every minute thats spent gettin that shit So my little dunn could be set And what I feal about a nigga thats trying to pose threats Dog I know about death you ain't sayin nuttin slick Never write it out if you can't cash that check Empty out on that fool cliq cliq, cliq cliq So keep movin, You better keep walkin [Havoc: Hook x2] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life Nigga how you want it nigga, cause you about to get served [Prodigy] Matter of fact nigga, you about to get your shit burned The homo rapper, H to the you know Punk motherfucker, female ass nigga Come on man I ain't gotta spell it out for you You know how to tell time you know my gun boil I set it off on your bitch ass, dont forget that And your retaliation was weak, baby pictures Dunn I'll take you out in the street and spank you bitch Ain't no point going at "P" you run into bricks How you not gonna show face after that stunt At rap's only awards and you ain't show up I suggest that you pack up and take it to go You scared and you butt, you are now being crushed By these black Mobb gangstas you niggas is done Cause everything is not cool and you niggas should know [Havoc: Hook] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin So keep movin, You better keep walkin Clinger for life How it feel when that steel hit the grill huh For real, for real shit be that real son [Havoc] The grimy endulge in nothing but gangsterness Is you ready to die like a man for it That ice is lookin major on your wrist Or pass it right over, fall back and get extorted Keep them hands so I see them Like a camcorder every move is recorded Every thaught I can read it [Prodigy] Ya'll some hoe ass niggas, I'll slap days out you You was raised off our shit we made rappers Bitch ass nigga I'll buck the fuck out that nigga And peel that fruit, kill that fool Eighty Eight is you crazy Thats when I was fuckin Sophie and you was pumpin for poison My nigga Killa Dang woulda spit in your face Illa G been told me about that ? boy Jay [Havoc: Hook x2] So keep movin, You better keep walkin The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life

Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap Dog I take shit to heart cause I was born like that I only got my word as a man when I give When I say I'm going at you it's a given when I spit it So niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it So bitches fuck niggas, they man best dog Over that now you got some nigga leaking on the floor So niggas get money bounce from the hood you shitted You gotta watch those broads To die over that is totally against the grain and against street laws I respect paper and every minute thats spent gettin that shit So my little dunn could be set And what I feal about a nigga thats trying to pose threats Dog I know about death you ain't sayin nuttin slick Never write it out if you can't cash that check Empty out on that fool cliq cliq, cliq cliq So keep movin, You better keep walkin [Havoc: Hook x2] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life Nigga how you want it nigga, cause you about to get served [Prodigy] Matter of fact nigga, you about to get your shit burned The homo rapper, H to the you know Punk motherfucker, female ass nigga Come on man I ain't gotta spell it out for you You know how to tell time you know my gun boil I set it off on your bitch ass, dont forget that And your retaliation was weak, baby pictures Dunn I'll take you out in the street and spank you bitch Ain't no point going at "P" you run into bricks How you not gonna show face after that stunt At rap's only awards and you ain't show up I suggest that you pack up and take it to go You scared and you butt, you are now being crushed By these black Mobb gangstas you niggas is done Cause everything is not cool and you niggas should know [Havoc: Hook] The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin So keep movin, You better keep walkin Clinger for life How it feel when that steel hit the grill huh For real, for real shit be that real son [Havoc] The grimy endulge in nothing but gangsterness Is you ready to die like a man for it That ice is lookin major on your wrist Or pass it right over, fall back and get extorted Keep them hands so I see them Like a camcorder every move is recorded Every thaught I can read it [Prodigy] Ya'll some hoe ass niggas, I'll slap days out you You was raised off our shit we made rappers Bitch ass nigga I'll buck the fuck out that nigga And peel that fruit, kill that fool Eighty Eight is you crazy Thats when I was fuckin Sophie and you was pumpin for poison My nigga Killa Dang woulda spit in your face Illa G been told me about that ? boy Jay [Havoc: Hook x2] So keep movin, You better keep walkin The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin Clinger for life

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

(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*}

(feat. Noyd)

('celebration' skit continued)
It's a celebration y'all, let's do it!

(Havoc)
Yeah y'all
Bounce, yeah, bounce
YEAH! Aight? Aiyyo..

Cats like, 'Hav', what the deal Dunn?'
Nigga back on his grind, tryin to kill son
A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin?
But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin
Straight short nigga oxin niggaz givin 'em doctor stitches
First chance I get, you know I'm shittin
on them fake-ass thugs, stuntin in the club
Don't get scuffed in front of these broads
Homey so pussy, what they do to they broad
Beat them bitches up if they dance to the Mobb
Type of shit is that?
That won't stop her from lettin us blow her back, bounce to that
Homey we got this locked
Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and
Hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not
Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shot

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Just party, don't get yourself shot (uh-huh)
Leave all the drama back home at the block
At the bar double shots goin down, straight chillin
While the DJ, playin what I'm feelin (pimpin them hoes)

(Prodigy)
Yeah, aiyyo
I'm -- permanently bugged, genuinely thugged
I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub
All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you f**ked
And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cut
We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son
C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper

Ain't it amazin I'll stretch how we keep bangin
We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta
Queensbridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists
We come through, blow shit up, America's
nightmares right here live in the flesh
Our blood and bone be sittin in Ferraris and better
We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters
And take flights back home to hop up in some next shit
While you tryin to get your hand on some cash
We never gotta touch money again, we got plas-tic

(Chorus)

(Noyd)
Feel that nigga, yeah
Okay yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor
Shit, 'til them f**kin flamers empty out player
Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music
I'm on loadin nines up, ridin up, shootin it
I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark
I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Lugers
The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters
With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin your food is
Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it
Cause niggaz be flaggin and braggin when they cut up your nugget
Knee deep in the grind like 'f**k it'
We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love
it
And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid
We on another level, yeah we really on some next shit
Got the techs spittin and makin more connections
Makin more cash and blastin more weapons

(Chorus)

Intro : Prodigy

Yeah, about to get my thug on
The 41st side of things

Verse 1 : Prodigy

I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
Last name was Ide's and the first name Old
But Gold couldn't take the dick and made me lazy
We split apart and now I met this new trick Dany
Now me and Dany, we been together ever since
Our love combines to form a science, what is this
I bust a cherry, took her virginity in ninety-one
Now that she's open everybody want to tap somethin
Go get your own don't make me have to fuckin clap somethin
I love my shorty more than life now ain't that somethin
So love you Dany more than livin itself
Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health
When I go pick her up they tell me put her back on the shelf
They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth
But I don't pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany
You know she drive me crazy she's my number one lady
Met her back in eighty-nine now she's twenty-two
Actin like she forty, she said all I need is a man to support me
Besides, you from the 41st side of things
and Queensbridge niggaz be actin like they kings
Pushin Lexus' wearin fat diamond rings
My cellular phone reigns supreme, international think rational
The 12th street crew move back when we come through

Chorus 1 :

I think the whole world's goin insane
I fill my brain up with Dany, and drink away the pain
I think the whole world's goin insane
I fill my mind up with liquor, and drink away the pain
I think the whole world's losin it's brain
I fill my brain up with liquor, and drink away the pain
I think the whole world's goin insane
I fill my brain up with Dany, and drink away the pain

Verse 2 : Q-Tip

Tommy Hil was my nigga, and other's couldn't figure
How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor
Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven figures
Said the Brinks is comin through, at Fashion Avenue
At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew
Now we gotta forum a crew, of motherfuckers
who ain't goin out like suckers
Told me call Karl Kani, and all my other brothers
I told my sister Walker, who was the smoothest talker
Negotiate the deal with them other money stalkers
Diesel drove the the beemer, the hatchback of course
Nautica'll navigate to keep us on course
Polo's acting bolo trying to say he the Boss
I said shut the fuck up, the kid is out where the loot's at
Got a big trey pound, picture just to swoop back
Timb is on the roof with the 12 gauge rifle
Scope is on the top so you know he livin Eiffel
Took the aim of Oswald, caught him North in the face
All them other kids they had they tools aimed at space
Levi had the snub so you know they gettin laced
Donna Karan was cryin, cause mad shells was flyin
Damn all we want is a piece of the pie and
Nike scooped the sess cause he moves like Air
Threw them shits up in the trunk now we up out here
Got back to the mansion, to divvy up the paper
Helle Hansen was the brain of the whole entire caper
So she felt it was right, for her to get the whole slice
Everybody in the crew didn't think it was nice
I guess not, and guess what's hot, so guess what
Guess took the jigga, and jigged her in the gut

Chorus 2 : Q-Tip

When you play with crime sometime's it's not too fly
Even though the goods look deceivin to the eye
The end situation could leave your ass dry
That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by
Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by...

Verse 3 : Havoc

My man P put me on to the shorty Henn Rock
Now Henn Rock is strong enough to make your heartbeat stop
One sip I thought the bitch was a fuckin warlock
The more she started givin me the stronger I got
Pushed her off to the crew then she started gettin jealous
Steamed cuz I spent more CREAM with the fellaz
Fuck them niggaz spend that cheese on me
See if they be around when you need pussy
Then I thought to myself yo this drink is right
Gathered up all my dough, so I spent the night
I can't help it, she got my brain in a headlock
Niggaz started riffin why you trickin yo diz shit must stop
Moms like you need to see the AA
Better hope they help your ass out on the same day
But enough of that, I got the shake so I need dat
Son caught me stressed out I just be that
But when it comes to Hemp Rock dunn I need that
She's my shorty for life so fuck the weed bag

Chorus 3 : Havoc

I think the whole world's goin insane
I fill my brain with the Henny, and drink away the pain
I think the whole world's lost it's brain
I sip away on the liquor, and drink away the pain

Outro : Prodigy

For the brothers who ain't here
Pour a little on the floor son
Time to get a little bent do our thing
Word up, the 41st side of Queens
We gettin bent, knowhatI'mean?
It's an everyday thing

Henny got my mind in a headlock
Dany got me goin crazy
Dany take me away
Dany take me away
Dany take me away
Dany take me away
Word up!
Dany take me away

It's the infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pulls gats
like a basehead pulls on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em..

Verse One: Havoc

Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire
they gotcha gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha
maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C
smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit
fuck it, I love it like a cloud
over the projects your game Im above it
its combat, gats bangers and all that
you'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nuthin but the real shit presentin
the hollow tip crew 41st side convention
try for? you half-steppin
like a fresh tec out of the box
yo niggas I'm testin
(There's no question)
bitch ass have you confessin
like a D-T left in state of depression
you under pressure, intact no doubt catcher
the snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma
you casper, you yell my name
thats only givin me props
plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot
its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked
got raped on the Island, you officially got
kick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit
(keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin wit)

Chorus: repeat 2X

It's the Infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop A Gem On Em

Verse Two: Prodigy

Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots
pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
your claptized and set straight, put on your head straight
watch out for,
these upstate cats be leary of you
yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs
Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in
you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team,
you must of been drunk when you wrote that shit
too bad you had to did it to your own self
my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
aimin at your face
at the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came through
shot through, don't even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit
clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches
get chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
and laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches
then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
my Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
wit bangers the size of African spears
it's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit
you gotta gat you betta find it
and use that shit think fast and get reminded
of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened
60 g's and one for gun clappin
Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
what makes you think you cant get bucked again
Once again, back in the house once again
live the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Its the Infamous..

Intro:

Yeah...
Time to let these niggaz know Son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G
Yo...

Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

(Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)

Verse Two: Havoc, Method

Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and then played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't give a fuck
If the next crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion)

Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do
You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps
Chew on that shit
Punk faggot (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of matches
[Yeah, that's just about it]
Under pressure like fat bitches...

Chorus:

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines

Chorus

Verse One: Prodigy

Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
KnowhatI’mean? Have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
Won’t trust ya, I’d rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
for the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range Rover
All jewelled like Liberace
You watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me
But I’ll be on the low sippin Asti Spumante
Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah
but keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure
If I’m out of town one of my crew’ll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team’s inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain’t a damn thing funny
I’m caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
Got G’s in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me

Verse Two: Havoc

Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
Sling do my thing organize fiend servants
Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal
So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real
cuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi
Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin place’ll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me try your style’s sloppy
Want to be me, you’re just an imitation copy
My theme is all about making the green
Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably

Chorus

Verse Three: Nas

A drug dealer’s dream
Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I’m burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggaz who could’ve killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin

Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef

Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
they swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black’s
playin corners glancin all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya
But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right
It’s only right, feelin higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go
Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill

Chorus 2X

Outro: Raekwon

Uhhh
Lay back
Word up, just bless em
with the bulletproof
Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
for your nation
Yeah

Yeah.. yeah.. aight? Motherfuckers!
Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots
Come through nigga... YO!

[Havoc]
I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the enemy
And ain't nobody safe unless you bulletproof E'RYTHING
Clappin at your baby, includin your entourage
Don't be 'fraid of these slugs, they get you closer to God
I'm a homegrown terror, my pops planted the seed
When I wild, don't be mad at me, should blame him
War with us? The start of your end
Beef with these faggot-ass rappers started the trend
P? That's my grimy for life, don't fuck with him
And if word get back to me, I'm buckin you
Know it's on me hammers stuck to the hand just like glue
Like them O.G.'s smokin them trees of bamboo
Shorty thought she knew me so I had to check her
I'm a Gemini bitch, that mean I flip with the weather
I don't know how you talk to them other cats, but I ain't them
(Nah!) Put it in your mouth girlfriend

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[H] Clap your favorite rapper, gives a FUCK
Gimme a minute I'll crack that ass, whassup?
[P] It's like drugs cause we gettin it back, get it back
like ki's how we get it back, it's a cash explosion

[Prodigy]
Yeah that's right, that's right, that's right
Know we done struck a jackpot Dunn, it's a wrap from now on
Just keep servin these niggaz portions of that raw
And sit back and countin this cash, we gettin off
Knick-knack, paddy-wack, give a dawg more
I won't stop 'til I can match my car with my clothes
And ery'day of the week, I'm switchin up flows
Spend ery'day with my peeps, half in the vultures
Peace to Uncle Imeek, he holdin down the corporates
.. eatin like a Boss Hogg
Clik-clik-BAOW! Don't have me shootin my gun at y'all
Don't have me cuttin niggaz down like the sniper
You had me kill some'n, I'm tryin peel bundles
of that scratch, the thou's to the mills
Paper that our next generation gon' feel
You niggaz gettin your money? Yeah do that for real
Cause niggaz fuck with our money, we set it like the Bush family

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
All day baby, all day

[Chorus - Havoc]
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit

[Havoc]
You know my story, you can feel me, you know how I get done
I'm bout the money, I been at it for a little while
Never put the metal down
Hunger never satisfy, billion dollar Snicker bar
And once I settle down, pre-nup to the lucky broad
A Bentley Coupe, a bless in the backseat
First day, once they hand over them keys
Couple of G's, I'm trickin on the watermelon trees
So high, so stuck, like Jay's Rucker team
On the bus no diss f'real stuck
Just countin that, money and still visit my niggaz on the Island
The money mountain I climb it, it won't stop
My money too dirty to ever go pop
It's a lot, you could do with a fifty {?} watch
Steadily, eliminate, competition and flood
That block with the primo, cuz the trunkilo{?}
Not for too long, gotta stay on top of your people

[Chorus - Havoc]
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit

[Prodidgy]
It don't matter if it's the winter or summertime
I got the mac in my pants
Make niggaz do that dance, they fuck with mines
It always come a time, when it's time to flip
You only flippin when you hit by a gun of mines
You broke and you wanna shine, you in a dollar van
I'm in a oh-five G-55
That girl you with's a friend of mine, I hope that's not yo' wife
You wouldn't do that if you seen the bitch other side
We ain't got time for peasants, the streets need our presence
They not gettin fed from them other guys
We in the hood like drugs, if we ain't out on tour
with Mobb Deep written on the headline
While y'all poppin all that lip
We does what y'all talk and more of that kid
Unfold one of my knots, it look like a brick
We'll never go broke, while you sit and bitch

[Chorus - Havoc]
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the BLOCK block, with all that shit
I'ma flood the block block, with all that shit

(Samples by Alchemist:)

"Looked up the dj, and said may I"

[Large Proffesor]
"Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives"

"Lit it up, like the 4th of July"

[Evidence]
Alchemist.

[Prodigy]
Chorus:
We doing it, getting our paper
We ain't rookies, we major
Name brand gangsters, you still a demo taper
Niggaz they wanna hate us
Bitches they wanna rape us
Everyday is like July 4th nowadays coz
We moving independent units
We sold out in any store in the US
Getting that independent cake
We sold out in any store in the UK

[Twin Gambino]
We came to pop in
Got ya ladies, draw dropping
Nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects
And I got, tonz of haze from uptown
We not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it down
Niggaz always drilling me, 'till they see my four pound
Bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head
While I'm in the studio, try to make that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear in ya heart, when you see the gift
We think big, A-L-C we get right

[Evidence]
Yo, everytime I rest, I put it all on the line
Yo money never slept
That's why I barely get blessed
That's why I rarely go out, unless it's love at the club
Time is bread, that's what I'm about
And all my peoples got cloud
Check the resume
One step closer to goal everyday
The game is to be sold not told
I tropping heavingly, world connected got the livest crew
We infinite, dropping gems but no clue

[Chorus]

[Alchemist]
Every dollar I spend on wax , I turn it back into cash
Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
Untill they cashing 'em all
I wanna stack till this tall
Ain't gonna rap for to long
Gonna have to move on
I'm gonna stash till I'm gone
Green grass on my longue
Fuck a bank account, I need extreme cash in my palm
Smoke blur in ya vision,
You don't know who ya dissin'
I don't learning no lesson
I just hold my position
I don't go with a pistol
They just know I'm official
Shit, all I gotta do is start blowing a whistle
My name is ringing
My chain is swinging
Right now I'm speaking, but these beats are what I'm famous for fleaking

[Twin Gambino]
It's like rolling dice, we taking the bank tonight
Cut your face with a knife, now your scared for life
All I want is ice, a car, a girl and a crib
Tired of doing biz, I just wanna live
Take care of my kids, fuck all that stress
Never wore a vest, only holding tecs

[Chorus]

[Evidence]
We sold out every store in L.A.
It's loyalty where I stay, but ain't promised today
I keep my headlights on for 9-1-1
And on July 4th I might shoot one at the sun
Independent regardless of the fact I'm a signed artist
Fuck a deal it matters who comes hardest
When I entertain, It's like I took Sedrick for his name
Hunger is just a different form of pain
I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street
To the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks
To the point where I do a joint, that night it leaks
To the point where Alchemist is a hundred grand a week
Bringing the heat, so clear you understand me
Raise the stakes, up the antique
The better place, yo we land on winds
Dilated, Evidence, Alchemist, Big Twins
- Check it out

[Chorus]

(Samples and cuts by Alchemist)

*(Yo it's the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama we bring, yeah/yo that's a small thing

*Repeat

Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my category
is that of an insane who strike back (what?)
I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that
You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat
You get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end, with iron map
Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap
Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact
You'll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individual bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in braille, for vision impaired
You lookin for P, well you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear)
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party

*Repeat (x2)

Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons
Hittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed
While you actin out of character, we observin
Drillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at em
Hennessee raps float like the Phantom
Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin
Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed, but easily revealed and fast
Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half
and severed, impossible pain beyond measure
Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread)
Life changed around quick to one stead (stead)
Face full of fear, conquerin your ice grill (grill)
Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil)
Givin a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left open
for the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin your death
That's the dead truth, check in the morgue, you'll find proof
Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink
to the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I shot him

*Repeat (x4)

[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous And you tell him personally...from me! [Havoc] And stay outta here! Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... Real loaded, in the flesh And we know where we aimin Check me out... Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga With the gat, I'm like ?? paintin that picture Listen to the words, take it as a jewel Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em Get at me, you and what army? Man down, nigga it's the same shit The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision (pow) [Havoc (Prodigy)] [Chorus] (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Snitches wanna rap me Niggas wanna clap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be [Prodigy] Shotties and macks, little two-shots Yeah, nigga what's beef? Four pounds and techs, arms and chest Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists Just move on them niggas with excessive force And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch, Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down My niggas is here, brace yourself [Chorus] [Man talking] Now we all get to know what it's like... when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark and blow your head off... I want you to know what it's like to live that way [Prodigy] (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) First of all, we the one and only...infamous First of all, we the one and only... 'Til the name wear out

[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous And you tell him personally...from me! [Havoc] And stay outta here! Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... Real loaded, in the flesh And we know where we aimin Check me out... Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga With the gat, I'm like ?? paintin that picture Listen to the words, take it as a jewel Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em Get at me, you and what army? Man down, nigga it's the same shit The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision (pow) [Havoc (Prodigy)] [Chorus] (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Snitches wanna rap me Niggas wanna clap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be [Prodigy] Shotties and macks, little two-shots Yeah, nigga what's beef? Four pounds and techs, arms and chest Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists Just move on them niggas with excessive force And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch, Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down My niggas is here, brace yourself [Chorus] [Man talking] Now we all get to know what it's like... when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark and blow your head off... I want you to know what it's like to live that way [Prodigy] (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) First of all, we the one and only...infamous First of all, we the one and only... 'Til the name wear out

[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous And you tell him personally...from me! [Havoc] And stay outta here! Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... Real loaded, in the flesh And we know where we aimin Check me out... Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga With the gat, I'm like ?? paintin that picture Listen to the words, take it as a jewel Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em Get at me, you and what army? Man down, nigga it's the same shit The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision (pow) [Havoc (Prodigy)] [Chorus] (Get at me) Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Snitches wanna rap me Niggas wanna clap me (Get at me) Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Put it right where they back be Niggas wanna clap me Snitches wanna rap me (Get at me) Snitches wanna rap me Put it right where they back be [Prodigy] Shotties and macks, little two-shots Yeah, nigga what's beef? Four pounds and techs, arms and chest Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists Just move on them niggas with excessive force And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle Informers tell when snitches snitch, Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down My niggas is here, brace yourself [Chorus] [Man talking] Now we all get to know what it's like... when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark and blow your head off... I want you to know what it's like to live that way [Prodigy] (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) First of all, we the one and only...infamous First of all, we the one and only... 'Til the name wear out

nigga Sometimes I feel I got to get away For these streets like a fein for crack but pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cuz no matter drama or gossip my heart is your hood my dogs niggas i rock wit (get away) Before you get clapped put the tougnes to two loose have everybody on the corner goin (ooh ooh) and now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800 crime stoppers holdin they mouth shock as fuck i just had to air that boy out (get away) when they see me they like (ooh ooh) cuz they want that thousand dollars and not only that police will die to catch a fucking collar (get away) and i'm out of here ain't no telling when i be back get rid of this gat dog you know i flew (ooh ooh) hell out of dodge nigga bout this paper ain't no time to be sitting behind bars [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out of my zone if he tryin to blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted you know [repeat] queens nigga grimey retarted (get away) [Prodigy:] cuz i'm not playin i'm bangin hammers on niggas just beat the shit out you I brawl like animal put hands on that niggas life (ooh ooh) your whole team scrambling ( thats right) ( get away) when we come through pushing new trucks they go (ooh ooh) yeah take a good look bitch bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us this might be last time you'll see gangsters like this and its going to be a stampede when them shots fly then (get away) cuz somebody bout to die R.I.P your soul just lift up and (get away) (blah ba blah) (ooh ooh) rip that nigga you know uh huh yeah you out of here nigga courtesey of my niggas we terrorize rappers I'll see on that other side bye nigga ( other side) (thats right) families cry river [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone if he tryin blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted I got to get away queens nigga grimey retarted you know [Havoc:] (no doubt tell it like it is) its either me or you believe it dog no a nigga like you ain't got shit to loose (ooh ooh) [Prodigy:] cuz you walking that thin line i'm clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying(get away) [Havoc:] to put it past me that ass be bleeding somewhere like a hemophilly act exactly (ooh ooh) (shut the fuck up) [Prodigy:] before its to late go at your gut you ain't a gangster and yes you could get touched (get away) [Havoc:] saw it before the henny was talking it wasn't him but you know that nine stopped that (uh huh) (ooh ooh) ( grow up) [Prodigy:] Havoc: why is that ? I swear these niggas like bitches cuz these niggas always laying on their back [Prodigy:] [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted if he tryin blown it go I got to get away queens nigga grimey retarted you know

nigga Sometimes I feel I got to get away For these streets like a fein for crack but pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cuz no matter drama or gossip my heart is your hood my dogs niggas i rock wit (get away) Before you get clapped put the tougnes to two loose have everybody on the corner goin (ooh ooh) and now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800 crime stoppers holdin they mouth shock as fuck i just had to air that boy out (get away) when they see me they like (ooh ooh) cuz they want that thousand dollars and not only that police will die to catch a fucking collar (get away) and i'm out of here ain't no telling when i be back get rid of this gat dog you know i flew (ooh ooh) hell out of dodge nigga bout this paper ain't no time to be sitting behind bars [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out of my zone if he tryin to blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted you know [repeat] queens nigga grimey retarted (get away) [Prodigy:] cuz i'm not playin i'm bangin hammers on niggas just beat the shit out you I brawl like animal put hands on that niggas life (ooh ooh) your whole team scrambling ( thats right) ( get away) when we come through pushing new trucks they go (ooh ooh) yeah take a good look bitch bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us this might be last time you'll see gangsters like this and its going to be a stampede when them shots fly then (get away) cuz somebody bout to die R.I.P your soul just lift up and (get away) (blah ba blah) (ooh ooh) rip that nigga you know uh huh yeah you out of here nigga courtesey of my niggas we terrorize rappers I'll see on that other side bye nigga ( other side) (thats right) families cry river [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone if he tryin blown it go (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted I got to get away queens nigga grimey retarted you know [Havoc:] (no doubt tell it like it is) its either me or you believe it dog no a nigga like you ain't got shit to loose (ooh ooh) [Prodigy:] cuz you walking that thin line i'm clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying(get away) [Havoc:] to put it past me that ass be bleeding somewhere like a hemophilly act exactly (ooh ooh) (shut the fuck up) [Prodigy:] before its to late go at your gut you ain't a gangster and yes you could get touched (get away) [Havoc:] saw it before the henny was talking it wasn't him but you know that nine stopped that (uh huh) (ooh ooh) ( grow up) [Prodigy:] Havoc: why is that ? I swear these niggas like bitches cuz these niggas always laying on their back [Prodigy:] [chorus: Havoc] I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone (ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted if he tryin blown it go I got to get away queens nigga grimey retarted you know

[Havoc:]
nigga
Sometimes I feel I got to get away

For these streets like a fein for crack
but pullin me back
Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cuz no matter drama or gossip
my heart is your hood my dogs niggas i rock wit (get away)
Before you get clapped put the tougnes to two loose have everybody on the corner goin (ooh ooh)
holdin they mouth shock as fuck i just had to air that boy out (get away)
and now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800 crime stoppers
when they see me they like (ooh ooh)
cuz they want that thousand dollars
and not only that police will die to catch a fucking collar (get away)
and i’m out of here ain’t no telling when i be back
get rid of this gat
dog you know i flew (ooh ooh) hell out of dodge
nigga bout this paper ain’t no time to be sitting behind bars

[chorus: Havoc]
I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out of my zone
if he tryin to blown it go
(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted
queens nigga grimey retarted
you know [repeat]

(get away)
[Prodigy:]
cuz i’m not playin i’m bangin hammers on niggas
put hands on that niggas life (ooh ooh)
just beat the shit out you I brawl like animal
your whole team scrambling ( thats right) ( get away)
when we come through pushing new trucks
bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us
they go (ooh ooh) yeah take a good look bitch
this might be last time you’ll see gangsters like this
then (get away) cuz somebody bout to die
and its going to be a stampede when them shots fly
(blah ba blah) (ooh ooh) rip that nigga you know
R.I.P your soul just lift up and (get away)
uh huh yeah you out of here nigga
I’ll see on that other side bye nigga
( other side) (thats right) families cry river
courtesey of my niggas we terrorize rappers

[chorus: Havoc]
I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone
if he tryin blown it go
(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted
queens nigga grimey retarted you know
I got to get away

[Havoc:]
(no doubt tell it like it is)
its either me or you
believe it dog no a nigga like you ain’t got shit to loose (ooh ooh)
[Prodigy:]
cuz you walking that thin line
i’m clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying(get away)
[Havoc:]
to put it past me
that ass be bleeding somewhere like a hemophilly act exactly (ooh ooh)
(shut the fuck up)
[Prodigy:]
before its to late go at your gut
you ain’t a gangster and yes you could get touched (get away)
[Havoc:]
saw it before the henny was talking
it wasn’t him but you know that nine stopped that (uh huh) (ooh ooh) ( grow up)
[Prodigy:]
I swear these niggas like bitches
Havoc:
why is that ?
[Prodigy:]
cuz these niggas always laying on their back

[chorus: Havoc]
I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone
if he tryin blown it go
(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted
queens nigga grimey retarted you know
I got to get away

I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo
Harms break em down, rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each twin grab a arm, pick this nigga up
Knitty turn his face to me, let me break him up
I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
it almost took his whole face off
We got to take position, ready for faceoff
With blitz like Dallas ain't no Superbowl faceoff
We form like niggas in the yard up north
with long swords, ready for war, who paid cost
and take ya life lost, never found again boss
A job well done, relax, throw back fifths
of Bacardi Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit
Fuckin with the fabulous Mobb, yeah you were sick
Lunatic nigga jump up or got hit
with max and Teks and silencers spit
Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit
That's the sound of a nigga who almost felt it
Got you runnin, dodgin, coverin, shelterin
Bullets rippin thru the fabric of ya shirt, it's meltin it
You bleed again, we just another nigga dealt with
Intruder Alert! Our house is nothin like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven

Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
Simple minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself and rollin mad trees
Paranoid on point and now I see who's who
This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew
Life I take one if you jeopardise my do
You're small mi-nute, gotta death to deal with aces up
You overbidded and in the Bridge you go stuck
This ain't a card game but in perspective it's the same
Put two and two together-Mobb Deep with one name
Contain drama like Outbreak, you order drama
We outtake and then take you out
Keep it real and throw the fake out
Raise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste up
That's how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up
Butter beats bangin got ya whole clique singin
on a corner while it's rainin, 4 pound left cha ears ringin
Delete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhyme
Totally offbeat and outta sync with they light
E & J bent tight, niggas slow ya roll
Ya speedy now ya bleedin tonight for no reason
Wanna be max and does get smacked, show no love
Crush ya team like the bear hug
The Infamous'll do dirt, dead as smear like mud
New York new get-it-greens, I feel no pity
no remorse, takin it to the source of course
Bare that ass thug real kid, it's only your mask
that you wear, take off
Cop out feel the blast BOOM on top BOOM BOOM gat-for-gat
And all the rules got the drop on you
And let the nickel nine pop on you

Yo My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin out'cha back
What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact
Starin all up in ya cornea, ya cornea lack
the look of a true-to-life, crime niggas attack
Go at the first nigga that front and overread
Ya get dealt with

Dealt with quick
Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it (x2)