(feat. Nature, Littles, The Jackal)



[Verse 1: Havoc]



41st side nigga, them thirsty side niggas

number one pick, gutter litter, leavin' 'em bitter

how the fuck a nigga figure he can come through this?

with no worry at all and ice on his wrist

plottin' to get it, poppn' them slugs

one in the mug, leave 'em in the morgue, keepin' it gangsta? we keepin'

it thug 

makin' albums, washin' that dough made from narcotics

you know the mob brolic, gats we got it 

like a bitch on her period, don't even wanna see you 

unless you got what I need, and we sure not peoples

only niggas that I fuck wit' could hold what I bust wit'

a one minute nigga, hit 'em like when I nut quick

got a bad ass bitch that'll fuck your clique 

ass so fat, make the illest nigga dry snitch 

it's time to stretch on these cats 'cause my dogs is restless

the number one sinner mothafucka, repent this.



[Chorus]



Fuckin' wit' us will leave you in a cardboard box

fuckin' wit' us will leave you leakin', callin' the cops

with nothin' to bust? we'll leave you in a fucked up spot

and you don't even wanna be that nigga claimin' a spot. 

[repeat]



[Verse 2: The Jackal]



Play stupid, 32 shots nigga, looped it 

64 troopers, Tim boots and Rugers

show and prover, Q.B. manuever

pure breed grower, flow gives brain tumors

holla at ya dog, movin' units 

ain't ready for the onslaught

try to knock the Don off

not too much talk, niggas just pop off 

got that feelin' inside, who willin' to ride?

aight here, take this Four-Five

cardboard box these niggas off sides

rap nigga live, rap niggas alive

that nigga high, gangsta stroll, stackin' to the sky 

poppin' his collar nigga, tossin' that dollar

act up, blood clot his throat, make it hard to swallow

used to pitch times holdin' trotters

now I pitch 16's with the culture power saga

you sorry, don't bother, Q.B. to Carter

Rucker, Nino, Goodfella, Godfather. 



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3: Littles]



Came home after 5, stood on my own two 

I learned to seperate Men from Boys and crews

I toy with dudes, now I'm just annoyed with fools

I'm a pimp on a track with another Mans food 

I refuse to be whored by another Mans rules

It's a pimp and ho game, you gotta respect the business 

but I only mob with thugs and gangsta niggas 

it seems nowadays snitches get respect 

ya'll don't know a real nigga 'till he's layed to rest?

ya'll lucky I ain't come home chasin' necks 

arms, legs, chests, blazin' tecks 

'cause I love to snap, crackle, and pop them hammers

rock bandanas, cop wanna knock and jam us

watch and slam us, locked up, box and canners

'cause when I start lickin' all you niggas start snitchin'

bitchin', little niggas start missin'

we provide ya'll with the truth and facts 

ya'll don't wanna give me burn with these ruthless raps

shit, I'll bounce ya'll ass straight off the tracks

plus I roll with gorillas and I'm true to cats. 



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 4: Nature]



All I need is a kick and a snare, ya'll niggas scared

my name speaks for itself, it rains as soon as it hits the air 

got a wicked stare, one eye crossed 

in Queens fiends returnin' every gun I toss 

every dun I corpse, my religion is none

I figured once I lay it out niggas 'll run 

I could type it up e-mail 

and give it to you, when you're done you're comin' back for a refill

grade A shit, like the taste of the haze and the dro

I rock the same Guess jeans five days in a row

see my Thirty-Six waist is now Thirty-Eight 

quick to help a nigga up to the pearly gates 

makin' sure every other live nigga heard of Nate

guaranteed to boost the murder rate 

if it don't it will niggas, chill just give it some time

how much pain can a nigga provide?

ya'll niggas rhyme