[Havoc:]
It be a buck-fifty
Your chance of runnin
Is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged
Like a chick slip the Mickey
I m so on the low
It d take a Navy SEAL
To get me
When I surface
If not chips to Benz
Is the purpose
On your team
I ll pull the curtain
A beautiful hurtin
Till my eyes see the blood
That mean the creep start workin
Niggas never learnin that
They eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor
Pumpin your [X5] merkin
Skid marks the street
Your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleeponly rest is
In between the blink
My life story was
Written in bloodpermenant ink
Killer instinctR.I.P. em
Gotta think like that cause
Forever I be needin em
Plan flawlessmistakes
Never repeatin em
Some lovesome hate me
B****es in the head beatin em
(So)
Niggas wanna ride
By the crib all slow
(Oh)
We clap motherf***er
Want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin
When the mack blow
Dead in my castle
And in the blink watch
How quick life pass you
[CHORUS:]
[Vita:]
What s wrong
With motherf***ers
When will the ever learn
Keep playin with that fire
And that as* is gettin burned
F***in with semi-autos
One foot is in the grave
We givin all of y all
Somethin to be afraid of
[Repeat]
[Big Noyd:]
Lemme tell you
How it s goin down
It s on now
Niggas used to love me
Now they wanna hate me now
I m that same nigga
With the tech
Holdin the spot down
Except I m pushin a Lex
Lettin the top down
But waityou don t think
I live a pop life now
That s hateyou could
Get popped right now
Me don t playI keep
A gun around my way
Cause I m a f***in drama king
Like my nigga Kayslay
Sexdrugsmoney
And murder all day
It s rulesguidlines
And codeswe obey
Don t even tripIMD
It s that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga
Ready to bang
Nigga don t think sh*t stink
Then sh*t hit the fans
So I don t slipI ma sh*t
With my gun in my hand
It s a thug thing y all niggas
Wouldn t understand and
Y all keep guns
We keep our sh*t bangin
[Repeat chorus]
[Prodigy:]
You a b****-as* nigga
I had you kill t
All they had was your
Picture at the funeral
No casket
You b*stards be missin
My jewelsmy whip
My rims we b****in
My guns be the heat
That ll make you blister
My mensmy Timbs ll
Stomp you niggas
No sh*tno clip
Don t f*** with us
It s no problemI bring it
To the best of them
From the old to the new
And the rest of them
No lovejust slugs
For ya body dunn
Just painjust sufferin
And worst then that
You let me
Get my hands on you
So I m takin advantage
And that sh*t that you pulled
Ain t do me no damage
You don t know me
But we bout
To change that sh*t
Wrap that nigga up
Like a package
F*** all them nigga
Buck all them faggots
[Repeat chorus twice]
[Vita:]
YeahQB
(Yeah)
Mobb Deepdola
It s goin down
We re takin over
Vitagettin this dough
We don t call it
Murder for nothin
(Murdamurdamurda)
I ll send you on
ProdigyBig NoydHavoc
Yeahy all see us
It ain t a gameyeah
Ohcome onyeah
You see us

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