Verse One: Havoc and Prodigy
 Yo I rose early mornin  spread my wings yawnin
 Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
 Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
 It stained all my Guess farmer's  colored enormous
 I hopped up  outta my bed holdin my head
 Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
 I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
 Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
 Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
 Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
 An eye for an eye you know my science of life
 Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
 I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list
 Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids
 [what's the kids be doin' yo]
 Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
 Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time
 After this you never will go back to that which
 Sit back an' write half ass shit
 The last official takin out the artificial
 Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal
 Mobb, remember the name it's been along
 That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin song
 Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
 The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit
 Bear witness to this diligent street cat
 I carry myself hold myself down in fact
 This one dedicated to my niggaz on run
 Holdin big gats go for your gun
 Prepare to crush them we trust none
 Man who ain't down with the clan
 The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type
 Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck
 Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
 We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero
 Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
 Durable physically fit raps articulate
 You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
 Still facinated by my ste
 Little P wanna be me, huh you no D

 Chorus: Prodigy

 One time son you know we be the illest in this
 Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back
 The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom
 Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz

 Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

 Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on
 Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on
 Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit
 Diamond on some H&R Block shit
 Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot
 Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
 I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up
 What fuss on the bottom face slit up
 Yeah where you from I'm from here
 You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years
 Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
 Lit up the thai said riiiight!
 Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be
 Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me
 I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em
 Son was pro nine with the emblem
 Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie
 Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down
 It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX
 Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out yer mental
 Jet in a boat with rims to mental

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