(feat. Buckshot, Havoc)



[Starang Wondah]

Yo it's that real nigga shit

That make the real niggas get

Buckwild, jumpin out they whips

So I been Fresh like the Prince ever since grade 6

Can't turn back, I ain't been the same since

You know how bitch niggas in the industry

Pretend to be a friend of me

In the long run, becomin enemies

R.I.P. Wet Capone, who got jooked up

Looked up, my nigga had mound, this be he hooked up

Got niggas out on the Av., they all shook up

Me and Henny think this O.G.C. is booked up

Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down

Got my nigga Henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck them niggas)

They better ask someone

Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone

Yo ass get down, Starang say blast them son

Yell out, M.F.C., and here they come wit massive guns



[Louieville Sluggah]

Aiyo some chick asked her home girl "Who is he?"

She said "You don't know Henny, V-I-Double L-E

That's that nigga that's full blowned just like a celly

Bill real nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel"

G.C. til the day I D, all night but it up, M.F.C. for life

Niggas I looked up to, turned out to be Suspect alarmin

Grab ya kids, niggas is Barney

Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny

They gonna stay hungry, cuz our days gettin sunny

Aiyo I put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down

G.C.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown

Pops, I'mma see ya when you finally hit home



[Starang Wondah]

Yo, who hit Starang Wondah, Relation and Stevie

Hennyville, guns buck to M-O-B-B

Should ya work hard, to us comes easy

Don't want beef here, no prob come see me



[Top Dog Big Kahuna]

Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash back

That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done lucked out

You bugged out, take up this year and get the fuck out

My amaze, rollin that green weed up in my leaf

I'm not havin that, just replace wit the black

Check Judo or Knitty, or June for the 50 cent

Look at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at

So where we at? Bucktown muthafuckas

Who are we? M.F.C., bitch niggas

We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down



[Buckshot]

Let's take a walk through Park slow, not what you eat

But we practice the art of chokin these streets of Brook-LAN

Is similar to Vietnam, so be it to bomb

We never calm especially when we get illegally searched

Stereotype, you know they from Brooklyn, so they bound to fight

That's right, what, ya niggas ain't shit

Cock back the double barrel and spit seed

Buck never quit, I walk the streets wit a bunch of O.G.'s, who know me

Pass that nickel bag nigga from 93

Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya knot

Cock quick, nigga watch this



[Havoc]

I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the beans

On the street, rockin paper, now you playin the greens

Khak's sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad

Know the sim whilin on the street is all in ya fad

Twenty stitches, collect call stressin mad bitches

Got you in the home or house of snitches

Dick thatta dug you, only hit for Mom on the humble

Four building, what 'em crumble

I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash

Just prepare, shit ready to cock

Did he wobble in and watch roll eyes

Number one fan, to po nine

Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds

I'm quick to blow strike wit the gold nine

Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to hold mine



[Starang Wondah]

I wet my man, Big Hav from the M-O-B-B

Hennyville, Buckshot my man D-O-G

Should ya work hard, for us comes easy

Ya want beef, no prob come see me

O.G.C., Mobb Deep, Brownsville and QB

Pocket change, mack alone the whole M.F.C.

Bob Marley spliff, crack open the hennecy

You want beef here, no prob come see we