Uh Hu
 Uh Hu
 Lines pop like bottles of Mo  Bonin ya ho
 Leave 'em open like a 20 a blow
 Fiening to cop more
 Rhymes rusty like nails
 Spit 'em catch lock jaw
 Cook shit  spit it up  sit it on the floor
 To prevent lop side I never slam the door
 To never get shitted on  don?t put my faith in whores
 Never let my information leak thru my forewall
 They say I'm all to sick cause I screen my calls
 No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a probable cause
 Keep my stash ??? while your guns get tossed
 Niggas live by the law then they die by the law
 Then I live by the gat and I'm a die by that
 Dun I used to be the tunnel now we regular ?spress?
 Son it's strictly dom bitches never catch me with rats
 QB where I took my first H we rep
 Never leave the projects and ya'll know the rest

 (Chorus)
 Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun
 We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch
 me run
 Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun
 We carry big ones small ones sneak 'em into clubs dun if you ever catch
 me run

 [havoc]
 A yo you ran, started feeling numb in your hand
 Felt something dripping looked down seen your arm leaking
 You get excited and start to panic
 Lucky for you, ya had your track shoes on and blew it
 My arch louder than a Doberman bark
 Sober you up, challenge your heart, see where its at
 I caught this on dude tried to shank me
 Stupid fuck frankly I pulled out and left his ass soggy
 Keep rhyming on the Ragu can't seem to shake it
 Ruger on the left side of my hips for maitnence
 I fix all your problems, handle it bitch
 Use a maytag nigga and ya won't do shit
 After you shot you got all emotional with mommy
 Laying in emergency throw the ?dease? on me
 Squeeller I thought you was a drug dealer thug killer
 but at the end you kept it realer

 That's why..
 (chorus)

 [Prodigy]
 A yo I leave a last impression when my shit gets scared
 Tying to hang with the elite but a nigga got bought
 When it's time to mello out stare straight into stars
 Then I sabotage your brain with these last 8-balls
 With your ice grill making me laugh on your behalf
 Have a nigga skin graph I'm talking out of the ass
 Play you like the ab getting bent off, credit from poppy
 Nock niggas down when I get like that
 So start me

 [Havoc]
 I'm putting holes like the pores ??? with bacardi
 My gun dun step aside the place and make heads spin
 Are shit, it go to mobb nigga keep your distance
 Fake fucks keep coming out using infamous
 I'll say it for the last motherfucking time bitches
 Come with your own shit or get stomped and shot
 By Queens bridge at the next industry convention

 That's why...
 (chorus repeat till end