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