Intro:
Yeah...
Time to let these niggaz know Son
Niggaz don t even wanna mother in understand
KnowhatI msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you know the QBChere to drop a G
Yo...
Verse One: HavocProdigy
Look into the eyesTrue Liesyour whole click despise
Especially meH-A-V-O-C
Don t want your chickcuz she s burning third degree
Plus you snitchinyou ain t got no ties on me
I keep it strongwhile you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weakgo hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I m livin in
You walk a line that s thinyou religious well you sin
in with the MobbInfamous to the end
I hold a nine Rugerwith an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your faceso set sail or rock it
And kept drivinpull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with Speed
like the motion picturethis nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime workninja style shit was did
And got away withescaped itthe Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the sourceyou know the boss
of the Mobb killingis like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzlingnobody knowsit s all history
Madness amongst meI frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it s always something
No restdaily 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 flagyou hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my military hold ammunition
Far from animationit s real liveyou think not
My crewchanging New Yorkwho taking your spot
I put the green light onyour whole clickIsland shit
Running through the hoe-house wildingextorting
(Extortionhit that upextortionhit that up)
Verse Two: HavocMethod
Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortunedead your shorty like abortion
Take precautionInfamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobbkid 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 trooplost the tan in the mist
On your name my shittake it like a man you little bitch
I blaze yo britchesP.L.O. extortionyou forcin
The hand that rocks the cradlecaution before you enter
This Shaolin representercarry thirty-six deadly shits
You in withtop contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don t matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember meburn a nigga to a third degree
Don t act familiar mother ers 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 grocerywe food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppinand don t stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppinthe -raiders
Slide on ya like gatorsumped that stank bitch back out
and then played herbut that ain t nothin
Crossin this dog walkinnative New York and
Shaolin slang talkinrap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
What? Youngblackand don t give a
If the next crew get the scissor...
(Extortionextortiongive that up kidextortion)
Bottom linewhat the you wanna do
You eyin meat the same time I m eyin youpunk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same mother er with the most lumps
Chew on that shit
Punk faggot (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of matches
[Yeahthat s just about it]
Under pressure like fat bitches...

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