(feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep)



[Havoc:]

Yo its the real, son you know how it go

Ass out like a child get blown you on the streets though

Regulatin s.o's, eternal banger leave your jug vain hangin

You want beef, it aint bangin

Foul memories, you was bent but you remember its the infamous

Never took our shoes off when we handle

Stash gash gortex

Swimmin hennee leave the floor wet

Stormed out, man down make leakin on the compound

To all you fake crooks, stay shook, frontin with those thug looks 

Get yo mug cooked and plus your thug took

You overlook the fact that shit was real

Now I got to take that ass to school for real

My click did pussy niggas down with the quick

My peeps guzzilin while your crew was takin sips

Set the vault lampin comin through comin through

Q B in this muthafucker what you wanna do



[Big Noyd:]

The trife life of living famous bustin' shots live it's dangerous

In midnight we do it right in broad light

The trife life rough wearin' handcuffs like bracelets 25 to life we faced it

Got on the run and got wasted

Mad agony havin me more vexed

Got me pullin' out techs on opposite sex 

The cream got me fiend for masterville scheme

Like doin' drivebys in stretched limozeens

I got tons of guns  my niggas on the run pack the nickel plated ones

Get the cheddar however dun cause niggas got dreams 

Painted king the drug sling got they brain drained

Just to sling cocaine continusly seriously

My brain blunted the lye done it

We makin' hundreds that's all we wanted

To see my ill mean team seein cream

The Infamous comin outta Queens

Yo check it check it



[Prodigy:]

Yo it's the Pee me and the N.O.Y.D.

We put the chedda togetha so we can double the o.z.

It grows like some family trees and beanstalks

Some hustlers naturally born with street smarts

Yo Karate it's you and Gotti y'all lift the weight

Me and Noyd attempt staring down at the plate

The Mobb niggas living wild inside of New York state

The five gates is a nigga is shook let him shake

While the coke back

Chef trip cook a boulder over the shoulder

With the wonders with they hands in pot holders 

Soloist get rolled over 

Rappin' Noyd takin' over you crossed over

Then you bucked in October

November, December came out the hospital keyed up

Paralysed from your feet up now slow ya speed up 



[Hook:]

Got my click ready ready to murda mad shit, mad shit

You pop mad shit whats the verdict

Humbly stumble on  infamous just be runnin on your weak click

Get mad bent, lay back we peeps ya

Cookin material, what gat we scratch serial

You leary though, we 'liver you to your funeral

Assumin that you got the heart to bust back, im in the cut with not one

But two gats



[Prodigy:]

Yo its the P realisticly speakin, get left leakin

Reality bites, I strike back, we even

You still breathin make sure his heart stop beatin

You bleed on top the concrete, found indecent

Blank out when I see you, send shots at your cerebral

Go at your throat like a pit bul

Stop and feed you to the vultures, like reek scotchers

Your left limb is from start to finish

Your whole squad get hit hard

I run with a foul type nigs is war scarred

Resembalin Vietnam, infaltries that bomb

Your head nigga, headquaters we take over

My snake niggas crew strike like that of a cobra

Constrict like boas, wrap tight around your soldiers

Enclosed in, trapped within the clutches of madmen



[Big Noyd:]

Yo whats the verdict about that small cat you coulda murdered

Long back when you used to keep the gat in the engine,

Now rememberin, sayin dont flip, when the mac spits, somebody 

Bound to get hit and snitch

You know the shit's been gone for a minute, come on

You still in it, runnin with the team gettin that cream

Do your thing, I respect that, you know that

The guards in charge, whenever you involved, I know the mobb's 

On they job

When you creep, I know you go deep, no sleep and more heat

Peal that cap, he nothin sweet it somethin though

You got me serious, now im furious whats next, a cat get clapped and 

Offer reflex the thug in the blood for pops, dukes, even my mom too

Held me in the arm felt my doose goose, she said no need to be afraid to

Bleed, Baby please hold the heat with ease, and dont pull it, just squeeze

Ever since I elevated, got my mind situated in due time

Got to get mine, shine they mind, check this chrome nine, Im gettin busy

Lookin spiffy, Im gettin em and hittin em paranoid shittin me



[Hook:]

Got my click ready ready to murda mad shit, mad shit

You pop mad shit whats the verdict

Humbly stumble on  infamous just be runnin on your weak click

Get mad bent, lay back we peeps ya

Cookin material, what gat we scratch serial

You leary though, we 'liver you to your funeral

Assumin that you got the heart to bust back

Im in the cut with not one, but two gats