Mobb Deep - Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape [remix] (2003) by Mobb Deep (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Prodigy)
Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never
As we continue on
With more of this drama for yo' ass
{"She asked me why.."}

You niggaz always startin somethin
and beefin with rappers, why our music so violent
and so dramatic, where's the love?
Why y'all go so much static
Is it real for real or all for sales?
I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick"
We been gettin burned like the Waco kids
I don't need to diss rappers for recognition
You better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik
You can't be SE-RIOUS
We created this drama shit, we set the trend
We taught you niggaz bout diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we choose to earn funds
We veterans, we got a decade of albums
Niggaz done came and went, and we still poppin
Our name is carved in stone
Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so

(Chorus)
Let us solidify this - what's that?
We been solidified this - but of course!
Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh-huh
They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course!
We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man!
Who do it better than us? - c'mon man!
Who continue to bang and bump? That's right
{"She asked me why.."}

(Havoc)
I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice
without the headlights, case niggaz know my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life
I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price
And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice, put up the crib
Won't sweat if I lose, bet your ass won't live
to collect this splurge of mines, never that
I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse with hammers
Hit your mans up if they press the issue
Some dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led
Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7
Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friend
Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits
Make no difference my nigga, we handle business
So please with the questions they right in, front of your face
Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so

(Chorus)

(Prodigy)
Nigga that you used to click with turned on you
Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you
Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in jewels
at the video shoot? I tell you this boo-boo:
My stick-o's still my stick-o
My stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)
You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb?
You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off

(Havoc)
Believe nothin that you hear and only half of what you see
Niggaz never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat
Niggaz wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet
Niggaz butches on they records but they never handle beef
Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your P.O.
Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O.
Fuckin right, I'm a man of the people but I will kill you
If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get real dude (so)

(Chorus)

[Prodigy]
And here we go again
Y'all callin in reinforcements
The Mobb come through, stop up the shit
P'll come through and shot up your vest
Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh?
Nigga I will kill your bitch
Then f**k her and make you watch
We do thangs, like raid spots
Probably catch you on the Hummer, just give you my glock
(Here) Or most likely in the club, we gon' give you them knots
This is what gangsters dance to, or turn to a thug party
Once we step foot in the bitch, it's on again
Outside we got them boxy trucks
Hoes wanna jump, cause of that Benz emblem
The hoe say she wanna ride in the shit with the horse logo
I got her out of her panties and boom boom
And I done left bitches out in the boonies
Frontin on that pussy, leave bodies wherever
Niggaz tryin to kill me?

[Chorus: Havoc]
Yo, we livin this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive
We livin this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive
We livin this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive
We livin this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong..

[Havoc]
No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef
Talkin all that bullshit but it's the hammer that roast
If your shit ain't clappin off then you sure to lose
Aiyyo the streets don't give a f**k about you
For you ain't bendin the rules
Come around lookin icey then you runnin the jewels
Nigga you ain't gotta like me, homey get your food ate
The whole plate, rip a fella ear to ear I'm talkin his whole face
And scream my name, cause it hold weight
You cowards are jealous
Glass slipper wearin niggaz we call 'em Cinderellas
Gonna be a slug shower and there ain't a umbrella
that can help you protect that ass from gettin wet
I can see it in your eyes, your bitch ass is pet
Home team I'ma promise and you cowards ain't a threat
Introduce a fella to death, in the form of chrome
Nigga, now you in the danger zone

[Chorus]

[P] Aiyyo thug life we still livin it

(Prodigy)
Yo, yo, it's like this Dunn
Uh-huh, yo

Sittin back plottin on ways
How we can get this money, we need us a payday
Dig in my pocket, it's nuttin but change
I dig deeper, but still comin up wit change
So we, called our lawyers to fix this shit
He said it's aight, we bout to be Free Agents
Have patience, we can't though, we need paper
Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up
It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump
Shit that out, then tour for like six months but..
This can't be life, this can't be all there is for us
We need more cream to splurge
Thinkin back, how we used to pick herbs
Me and Hav' in Manhattan, stickin up cowards
for they wallets and Starter hats
For anything worth somethin, we beat 'em out of that
But fuck all that, we grown men, we need Porsches
We need Porsche endorsements and more shit
Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous
I feel stressed though -- so I just
hop in my truck for a drive
Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive
As I peel in my Jeep, turnin up this
Goin through withdrawal cause man do I miss
A pint of E&J, some haze, a twist
Me and Hav' on a flight to Rome witcho' bitch
Yes, that's my favorite shit
But without the dollars it don't make sense
So I, write that shit that grab you
Hit up the studio, that's how we get paid in full
YEAH - that's what we get paid to do
The next contract we sign'll be monumental

(Havoc)
Uh-huh, yo.. sittin contemplatin on plans
Like a bomb with a short fuse with this gat inside my hand
I need paper, lookin at these stick-up kids
Got me thinkin bout the previous things I did
Gettin bent up, feelin fed up, whattup Dunny
Stomach touchin, niggaz over here type hungry
Waitin on my turn just got me hyper
And impatient, maybe I might just
Lurk with my forty-five, if you outside
I advise yo' ass to hide
We talk with the heat, lettin it spit
Move out the way and you can STILL get hit
They wonder why I'm riskin all this cash I made
Put your feet in my shoes you gon' see it my way..
So niggaz wanna stunt it's cool
My stomach never full, and I will eat your food

(Prodigy)
Aiyyo Hav', check this out
You go to your girl house and I'll go to mines
Cause my girl definitely mad it took us too long to do this album

(Havoc)
Yeah and call Chris Shapiro to make sure they triple that advance man

(Prodigy)
Aight, no doubt, don't forget we got a flight early tomorrow
Gotta be on time

(Havoc)
No doubt, I'ma see you there my nigga
Make sure you remind Noyd, to call Alchemist, and we good

(Prodigy)
Aight, no question son
Aiyyo what happened to peace? .. {PEACE!!}

("celebration" skit follows)

(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)

(Havoc)
Yeah... uh-huh {'What can I do?'}
Yeah yeah... (What's goin on man?)
(The f**k is goin on man?)
Yo {'What can I do?'}

To make that paper was the trait that I received at birth
Niggaz jealous and hatin on me {'What can I do?'}
When they plottin and schemin on me, the hammer just keep it on
me
F**k the fame and glory {'What can I do?'}
When your shorty gets nasty and horny, she all over me kid
You locked down, doin a bid {'What can I do?'}
With a nigga, tryin to take food off of my plate
And you know I got a kid {'What can I do?'}
When my stomach touchin, ribs showin
You off in the corner glowin {'What can I do?'}
Nothin else, but to take what's yours, convert it to mines
From the cash to the shine {'What can I do?'}
When shit is so f**ked up, can't tell wrong from right
Right from wrong {'What can I do?'}
When they say, life is short, to you it's the cash
Todday it's seemin long {'What can I do?'}
Now I try to keep a positive look, my motto to jux
But can't seem to stay focused {'What can I do?'}
They say, an unoccupied mind's the devil's playground
So I sat and wrote this, to kill time {'What can I do?'}

(Prodigy)
Yeah yeah that's that gangsta shit son
I feel you my nigga.. (that's right that's right) {'What can I
do?'}
(Infamous baby you ain't know?) We gon' do it like this



(That Mobb shit nigga) {'What can I do?'}

But send niggaz to hell
They try and stop me from cashin in man {'What can I do?'}
But squeeze without thinkin, flip without warnin
I got the drop on 'em {'What can I do?'}
You know, give it my best, empty this clip
And if live and happen to snitch {'What can I do?'}
Except, find his home, bring it to his family
Should I shoot his moms? {'What can I do?'}
F**k it, send him a warnin, lick that bitch
Let him know the shit is on {'What can I do?'}
It's not my fault, it's just the game we in
And when you violate codes {'What can I do?'}
But punish niggaz for they actions
My shit jam when I start blastin, no {'What can I do?'}
Just relax, take out the clip, fix that shit
Put the clip back and keep goin {'What can I do?'}
Man you gotta keep your thug showin
People take kindness for weakness and so {'What can I do?'}
But be a cold-hearted bastard
This world is f**ked up, and that's how it go {'What can I do?'}

(F**k that son, Infamous nigga) {'What can I do?'}
(For two-thousands baby, y'all niggaz got your own) {'What can I
do?'}
(Your little run, your little five year run ten year run)
(Y'all niggaz small time baby) {'What can I do?'}
(Small time baby, beneath us baby)

{'What can I do?'} {'What can I do?'} {'What can I do?'}
{*echoes*}

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]

[Chorus 2x: Dog]
Niggaz in the club, get it poppin', why not?
Bag a little chick, spend a little, if she's hot
When you in the guts, be sure to hit the g-spot
From the back or the front, or the side, let's pop

[Dog]
Fly vibe, I take it, light skinned, I take it
Brown skin, I wake with, hand it up, and scrape it
Get it straight explicit, have a broad all naked
Eat up, head game, well perfected
Grail eater, hit the breaks, ma, swell the speed up
I made trick a little, but never bless no skeezers
Plus when I rip, I laminate my dick like Visa's
Quick to jump it off, on the beaches, the bleachers
And premiere features, moanin' sounds like creatures
Get up in your guts, have me screwin' up your features
I love them thick ones, that suck like leechers
Take it to the game, so we can fuck in the nose bleeders
Hemy on the rocks, grown women swallowin' cock
Made a nigga blast off on the fox
When I pop up one of fox shit, like Vicica Fox
Topless in the drop, straight, lettin' me rock

[Chorus 2x]

[Havoc]
Girlfriend, slide with me
And I'mma show you how life should be
I'm a definite, them other cats is possibilities
It'll be evident, when she rock with me
Know you heard it all before, that nigga that claim he balls
In the club, with his car keys showing
A creep from behind, I know you tired of them
Wanna suck up on them thighs, say goodbye to ya friends
Yeah, your visions blurred, I'mma clear ya lens
Show you a whole new world, as I guide you in
Don't let nobody steer you wrong, you look fly in Timb's
A sneak fuck is the best, love your devilish grin
Ya man worry where the fuck you been?
You ain't a child, I don't see no rings, do ya thing
Baby girl, not to sound like their's hate in my blood
But you know the rules, ya bitch chose me, cuz

[Chorus 2x]

[Prodigy]
Whoadie, you got ass for days
I'm try'nna get between them legs, dub my way
Through that slimey hallway, your walls make me
Claustraphobic, I knock 'em down, aye!
Shorty you look like the type to say
Go easy on me, slow down, I can't take it
That's a cute little outfit, but I picture you naked
Sweatin' buckets, while I'm fuckin', like I hate it
Dancin' on me, that fatty girl, what's happening girl
I step to my business, and put my g. in early
Wait til them drinks and that weed we burnin'
Hit, and watch how I make my way to that pussy
It's a gangsta's ball, we havin' a blast
I got one ho in my front, and one on my back
I got another ho on my right, and one on my left
Dog got a bunch more, said he poppin' with that

[Chorus 2x]

(Havoc)
Yeah.. uh-huh
Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?

(Prodigy)
Aiyyo Dunn, aiyyo yo
You could catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press me into no threatenin position
Probably spot me, steppin out the tree spot tough
Catch P fixin his pants, it's cause of his gun
You see the God, big ol' chains, but can't stick him
Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick Rick and them
Source at the thug events, y'know we hittin them
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar, we was gettin them
Drugs in my system, all types of shit
Keeps me where I wanna be, don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive my niggaz is with this
And check how we set up shop to get our chips
Niggaz study our verse like college kids (word)
We know you love our style, get off our dick
(Yeah that's right, uh-huh)

(Chorus)
(H) Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
(P) Cause they wanna be like the reals
And be amongst the thugs that do this for real
(H) Y'all niggaz ain't ready to die
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
(P) Cause you wanna do it like Hav'
And do it like P, but mad shit missin

(Havoc)
Y'all niggaz is pussy, and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip, reload and continue
If not anything else the four-pound'll spin ya
And end you where you stand (uh-huh) dead you cause I can
Believe me my hammer don't give a damn what you been through
It's a cold cold world, my whole life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold (nah) draped in thermal
Don't put your nose in things don't concern you
This grown man business, y'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while you fools is wildin
Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Murder so clean you can eat off the shit
I'm a paranoid nigga, don't get too close
Or I might think you schemin on me, I'm cockin the toast
The game cutthroat so I killed the ref
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath, breath
(Yeah that's right, uh-huh)

(Chorus)

(Havoc)
Yeah, say it (say it) uh-huh
I'm the illest
Yeah, yo

I gotta be a ill nigga, with no denyin
How the FUCK I get this crowd movin without even tryin?
Made it out the projects, against all odds
Went from, ridin these trains to coppin expensive cars
And even so, all this shit don't make me better than y'all
It only means that I work harder than the average nigga
Never sat around for handouts, I watched and observed
Then quickly rubbed my eyes, if my vision got blurred
I coulda sold drugs (yea yea) 'til I got bagged and jailed
Out of sight, out of mind, niggaz locked feel me like braille
(Feel me) While everybody was chillin
I was broke like a motherfucker, loyal to my vision
Knowin that I'd be on top or somewhere close to it
Nigga, my livin quarters'll be the thing to prove it!
And vowed once I got there to never ever lose it
Let my, head get big and slack off on my music
I'm the illest!

(Chorus: Havoc)
"We done seen it all, done been through it all yo" -> Prodigy
I'm the illest
"Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real" -> P
No doubt, cause I'm the illest
"We done seen it all, done been through it all yo"
Cause I'm the illest
"Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real f'real"

(Havoc)
You know I..
Come through with that seven-four pound I
Voice activated, know these whities just hate it
Thinkin I'm a drug dealer, how else could he cake it?
BITCH, my shit legit, plus I invested in stocks
So if this rap dough stop (yea) the show won't stop (uh-uh)
Believe me there's more ways than a few to make it pop (word)
You gotta have it in you, bring it out once it's needed (yea)
Be strategic, live it shit it and breathe it
I won't stop 'til I'm famous, hostin shows with Regis (that's right)
It's my world, my game won't be defeated
(C'mon, give it to me give it to me)
Keep them checks comin, thoughts flowin
Words blowin, hoes goin, Havoc always holdin
First one to fuck in back of the Porsche truck
Lord knows how many babies that chick coughed up
If you asked my enemies they would say it was all luck
That's why you see, mixed emotion when my name's brought up
Cause I'm the illest

(Chorus)

(Havoc)
Yo, you know you ill when you can kill two birds (yea)
With one stone alone and slowly emerge
From the deep depths of jealousy and envy's domain
Make chips then stash for the days it rain
Never cry and survive the pain (that's right)
Though shit looked impossible, to an, eye untrained
Nothin to lose, and know the game, be proud of yourself
Remind yourself, say it to yourself, say it
I'M THE ILLEST

(Chorus)

(Prodigy)
Come on
Yeah let me touch that son
Yeah that's that Mobb shit right there

(Havoc)
MC behind the mic nigga
You know I spit that fire

(Verse 1 - Havoc)
You know these guns like Narcotics
Youngin put them to sleep
Call me the broom
The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street
And any little thing y'all pussy to me
Like ki's in a coke drought, double it chief, you fucking with me
Said you gangsta?
Shit laying dormant or something
Cause you ain't killing nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all)
You that same old nigga getting fucked in your mind
By that raggedy ass bitch that you call a dime
And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the time
Out your rabbit ass mind you know I clap-clap-clap mine
I know the rap's leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah)
If I catch homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye
Cut and slice
Then let your man cut in your life
Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here)
You just a broke ass nigga knowing you don't got it
Better get up off your ass and bump that

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic)
That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic)
Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic)
Getting backed up off that (Narcotic)

(Prodigy)
That's right That's right
Check it out
Hey yo, Its like

(Verse 2 - Prodigy)
Like I said
Come through busting the gauge
Huffing and puffing the haze
Merck something for real
I'm stuck in my ways
Down for the murder and all that so come our way
Down for the slaughter and down to pull a kamikaze
Get nazi on niggaz like Wiley did to grandpapi
You'll mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch
The drama is all a movie
You selling wolf tickets, I'm using guns loosely
I'm not paranoid, I'm very truly
Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps
And snatch jewelry
Murder braids throughly
Fuck what color you flag
I'll blast through your pagely
Get a warning from me
Blood still gotta drip
I don't send death threats
I produce the source bitch
Polka dot skulls and holes through they headrest
They wanna be dope, we give them a fix of this

(Chorus - Starting with "That haze...")

(Verse 3 - Havoc & Prodigy)
Homey must got it confused
Talking about he hitting me up
Sounding like he sniffing that stuff
Running his jib
War with Hav' is like breaking a mirror
Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years
My nine slug will alter your mind state for real
After that party like a nigga home off a pill
You a grown ass nigga you can do what you feel
Can't knock the way a nigga eat his meal

We got garbage bags full of that (Narcotic)
Smoke like the sun splash concert
It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these streets of death
Now finally, we getting our paper, yes
We touched our first millions when we was just kids
But now we 'bout to take this shit to new brackets
GT Bentleys and new Benz's
We gotta O.D. and make them say that shit is..

(Chorus - Starting with "That dope...")

(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)
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)
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*}

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

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

Chorus (x2) :

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

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

Verse 2 : Havoc

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

Chorus

Verse 3 : Rae & Ghost

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

Verse 4 : Big Noyd

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

Hey, yo, to all the killers
And the hundred dollar billers
For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings
Check it out now

I got you stuck off the realness
We be the infamous, you heard of us
Official Queens bridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare

Beware of my crime family
Who got 'nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face
Stab your brain with your nosebone

You're all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin'
Like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to

I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'

Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playa
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate

I'm only nineteen but my mind is older
And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly

So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look

Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one

Throw you hands up, throw your hands up
Throw you hands up, throw your hands up

For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life
Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
Ain't no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration

You don't know me, there's no relation
Queens bridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga than those

Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
And when the smoke clears
You'll be left with one in your dome
Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You talk a good one, but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did

No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid you out of line

Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
Get that loot kid, you know my function

'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
And once I get on I'ma put on on my people
React mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin'

Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look

They shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[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]
I give 'em to 'em gutter, straight gutter
Ain't no other way to spit it, my nizzy, just fall easy
Niggaz want a peace treaty, wanna bring the calm
But when it's on, ain't a thing that can stop the pound
Tear a fella a ass, a new ass at that
Glad to clap, never that, we had to clap
Nigga do it to they self, when they force the hand
Make me blast, how you trynna play me man
Like niggaz over here, don't get down for theirs
I need some man time, who got the fuckin' jack in here
Where, ever I leave, my head's my home
And if possible, always take my gat where I roam
These slugs'll take the bass outta niggaz voice quick
But, once we gangsta, now moist the shit
Scramble, he hit, how you like the scenery bitch
Keep ya eyes on my hands, fuck who you seeing me with

[Chorus 2x: Havoc]
Yo, I don't know you, you don't know me
Just mind your own business, everything'll be sweet
We don't talk over here, we just speak with the heat
You don't wanna see a nigga, on that midnight creep

[Twin Gambino]
And that chains over here, I'm just still bustin' my gun
Still rippin' on your shorties, wildin' out with my dunns
On the grind, don't do nothing dumb, just hold ya head
Cuz the rest of my soldiers, stressed out in jail
With on bail, facing the rest of they life
We got to get it right and keep it tight, and stay on the low
For them assholes, clockin' our dough, love when I flow
Keep doing that shit, they gots to go
Infamous Mobb gots to blow, pounds of dro'
Makin' all the shorties, gettin' down on the floor
From that Murda Muzik shit, that'll make ya flip
And dump a clip, in a nigga that be talkin' shit
We think sick, check the credits, we get busy
And grimey, and gritty, when we livin' in the city
It's haters, traders, fake ass playas
Come to QBC, and nobody could save ya

[Chorus 2x]

[Havoc]
Of course we keep it gangsta, straight gangsta
Niggaz know it, I don't have to prove it, or show it
The gun bark, and the bite is a mutha, a killa
A playa, lay it down, a four pounder
The calm downer, when niggaz act a little too active
Smack kids into next week, little bastards
Ya'll cats think I'm playin' with this rap shit
I'm here to take it to the top, you fuckin' faggots

[Chorus 2x]

(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)

[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

[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

(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]

Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)
It's on we 'bout to thump thump

(NOYD verse)
Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me
Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army
We buy QB to NC
Niggas don't want it
Debate to the G's and the west all on it
We all flaunt it guns & chicks
And all my thuns rhyme holding their dicks
With a nine on their side from hip to hip
You know the mobb niggas is sick and stay bent
Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight
And we both heated when the funds aint right
Because we know someone getting stuck tonight
Before I crash I'm a f**k me some ass tonight
With a pocket full of dough
The bottle of the dro
With dreams of f**king some R&B hoe
They call me N-O-Y-D baby
From QB baby don't hate me
We live, I rep Queens

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens thun
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
NOYD: QB thun, Queens!
Godfather: The Mobb rep
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: You know we rep

(Ty Knitty verse)
I blow dro in Q-boro
Ain't nothing change same boro
Just more places now
I'm tatooed up now
Still rep 41st, 'til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?)
Even after that yo my daughter and my son 'gon live on
7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1
A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends
Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves
Can't forget about braids
Niggas don't rock like us

Ain't no hood like us
A yo I rep QB 'til I R.I.P
96 buildings 6 blocks in QB
Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it
First joint 'murda muzik'
A yo y'all niggas 'gon feel it
The hood is running wild
Every clique 'gon throw it up
Y'all know what up
Queens don't give a f**k

(Chorus 2X)

(Twin Gambino verse)
Queensbridge, and thats how it is
If I can't I get you I'm a bring it to your kids
Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back
I'll be waiting in your crib with the mack
Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face
And realize QB ain't playing no games
We think long range
So we can ride for the kids
And look out for my niggas up north doing bids

(Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse)
Thun we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas
Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas
We the black entrepenuers we the black mobb
I told you it was more real than words can muster
I see you fagg*ts don't listen wanna bite my shit
You better walk with security my niggas dump clips
Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit out y'all
You could have a 30 deep entourage
You could have guns galore, shanks and more
We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off
I could give a f**k for what projects you ride for
We got dogs out there and we not scared
Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team
Matter fact don't even wirte me back see me in the streets
See me at the next show
Catch me at the club
We terrorize y'all niggas thun

(Chorus 4X)

[Twin Gambino]
Look at my life, you ain't ready to walk in my shoes
I was bruised in this game that's why I stay with them tools
Got nothing to lose, cause shit ain't workin' out for the kid
I had a deal over at Virgin, but they dropped the kid
How come, I don't know, they wasn't feelin' the kids
Or the music to hot for their ears to list'
Back to square one it's all good, it ain't gon' stop a nigga
Like have me do something stupid like go and pop a nigga
It's a movie and I'mma be the star of this shit
With ten bitches at one time, suckin' my dick
We gon' get rich and kill them two cats, that snitch
IM3, bustin' they way, through this hip hop shit
So watch your lip, don't say nothin' about my click
Or catch a clip, while you walkin' wit ya lady and shit
We crazy and shit, like chickens with their head cut off
We little niggaz with big guns that'll take your head off
And we rippin' your lady in the bathroom of the Green Acres Mall
Where gonna stand tall, we fall if a slug hit our chest
It's all gravy, Queensbridge roll like the Navy
Little girls runnin' around havin' mad babies

[Chorus: Havoc]
Yo, ya'll don't a give a yeah, we don't give a yeah
At the, end of the day, a slug'll, ruin your liver
For real, on the strength of that automatic steel
So fast, you won't have time to build

[Ty Knitty]
Ayo, we here foot in the door, time for take off
Yo, we take over, move over, IM3
And ya'll niggaz don't really mean shit to me
Spread love through the five boroughs, tri-state mid-state
Violate, get your face carved in
Fuckin' with these Queensbridge marksmen
Never go against our grain, twenty tats, ball head cat, rep QB
See me on the stage iced out, laced up
Hazed up, jumping in them big ass trucks
When we shoot you better duck, you out of luck young'n
Catch you runnin' while we gunnin', chasin' you down like blood hounds
Beatin' you down, to the very last compound
With fo'four pounds, two aluminum bats, we ruin' you cats
We IM3 nigga you better move back, we fake no jacks
Jump real quick, we them Queens motherfuckers, that stay in that bullshit

[Chorus]

[Godfather]
Looking back at time, a lot of niggaz died
Right before my eyes, suicide, homicide, do or die
My crew and I, pledge Infamous, don't leave no witnesses
We handled all our differences, these menaces we livin' it
We've been gettin' it got it, glock cock won't hesitate
To empty out the whole clip, y'all niggaz best notice
When it's time and it's bout to go down, we control the shit
Ain't nobody in this whole, industry can hold us in
You can try, but you won't succeed, we a rare breed
And don't say much, cause, real niggaz don't speak
Amongst beef, my handle like, hot sauce
I take that on top boards, my action unaccountable
Could snap at any give time, doubting you
My raps steady pounding you, we drowning you with Infamous
The IM3 continuous, we livin' it, I speak from experience
He's driven it, we M-O-B-B, QB, Murda Muzik

[Havoc]
Yo, that's that that shit, that I be, talkin' about
Niggaz, playin' they hands wrong, runnin' they mouth
Snitchin', all up in they blood, I can't click
There ain't nothing to discuss, I only fuck with
Niggaz raise with me, ain't no time for new friends
Loose ends, take my gangsta to the grave with me
It's all day with me, loyal to my dunns
Know it's nothing, cowards breathe when we clappin' those guns

[Chorus]

(Tragedy)
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No doubt
Thug shit... for your ear
Yeah...Two-Five

(Tragedy)
It go one for my real niggas, two for the bass
Three for that weight regulated out of state
Four for the guns blowin' getting shit straight
For them bitch ass niggas that hate
And I can tell right now that you really not knowing
When the guns start blowing and your blood stop flowing
You can take it to the heart bitch nigga play your part
All you saw was the spark now you laying in the dark
From the hood that I rep every nigga in my set
Generals to Cadets two-five 'til the death
Inadvertently I know niggas wanna murder me
But can't even analyze G, The Mahdi
Flow so precise, thug paradise, five karot ice
Black Christ living the life
Niggas see the light when they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife

(Chorus: Havoc)
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit

(Havoc)
Thun I analyze these niggas, cause they simple like bitches
And to damn feminine to fuck with this veteran
Stop the rhetoric, you know the led will get hot
You know this metal shit ain't nothing to fuck with
Know I work that steel with a workman's will
Staring so hard don't make me hurt that grill
Apologize nigga dog you ain't that real
Your man got bagged did time you squeeled
Glass slipper wearin' ass niggas get killed
You ain't a grown man 'til you pay some bills
Keep it gully been pimpin' before I had 4 wheels
The pipe game cool, but my talk game ill
Wanna fuck with a nigga cause I know my shit
You owe that bank, I own my shit
Out the gate don't ask, can't floss my whip
It ain't who you know, bitch it's who you with

(Chorus: Havoc)
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit

(Tragedy)
Yo I settle with, heavy metal shit for my thugs in Connecticut
Murderville nigga how you feel?
Flow so sick, them niggas can blow dick
Better analyze what lies before you trick
In the mix of some Queens niggas tryin to get rich
Any nigga in my way can feel the gun spit
Get your Du-Rag split with long four-fifth
Hand glide thru your hood in the six
Road call for my niggas who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Road call for my niggas who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Let it bang make it pop 'til your heartbeat stop
Know the game don't stop 'til the casket drops
The God run out of shots then they tape the block
Rep to the death for my carnivores on lock
And my dogs in the box meet you back on the block
You know how the team rocks, 'til we reach the top

(Chorus: Havoc)
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit

Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin'
Ain't shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit

[ CHORUS ]
[ Kool G Rap ]
Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks
[ Prodigy ]
Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at
I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back
[ Kool G Rap ]
It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at
[ Prodigy ]
Listen, if you goin out of town and don't bear them gats
[ Kool G Rap ]
It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at
If you caught up in a beef and you scared to clap
[ Prodigy ]
Dogs, it ain't where you from, it's where you at

[ VERSE 1: Kool G Rap ]
Shit, thug listen (What up baby?)
Ain't nothin 'round here but drug addiction
Niggas is anti-love-livin
The slug-givin little shortie on the snub itchin
For beef, he might get left in the street with his blood drippin
The poor niggas sling crack, real raw niggas that bang gats
Crazy lady jumped on the train tracks
Know if you owe somebody dough you better bring that
Them kids is live, put five where your brain at
You walk the streets of the slums
Know to spot beef when it come
Reach for the guns or feel the heat from the ones
Never know who your killer be (Yeah, speak to no one)
Just put a Desert Eagle beak in his lung
Leak em and run, some guys light the blunts up
(And then what?) And then go ride with the pumps up
Chopped up bitch inside of a dumpster
Paramedics tryin to speed a nigga pulse up
(Yo, he's a cold blue) victim of the vultures
Block sizzlin hot, flooded in the middle with cops
Innocent nigga topped, riddled with shots
Kids up in rock spots clock knots, fiddle with glocks
Ready to die for what little they got
Tricks, hoes and thugs (That's right)
The ones that put holes in mugs
Waitin outside for them ones that pose in clubs
To that strange nigga knockin on your do' with gloves
Let the .44 blow for grub, it's no love

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[ VERSE 2: Prodigy ]
You got uniformed cops, the D's when it's hot
TNT knockin down the door of your spot
The feds come get you once you think you on top
They just been buildin they case, they got you on tape
The CIA clip you if the shit is that deep
Your money's that long, you ain't that strong
Informants'll bury you under the jail
They got wires and statements for juries to hear
Then they got rivals that got it clickin just like you
That's your competition, them niggas tryin to eat too
They'll set you up for dead if you don't show strength
Extort all your workers cause you ain't built for this
Plus stick-up kids and jealous-ass niggas
You gotta watch your front, sides and your back (Damn)
You gotta keep your eyes on your bitch and your mens
You gotta keep your mind sharp livin so fed

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