Verse 1: Nas
 Got out the airport  the Mobb pick me up in the truck
 Jury junkie like fuck  I ain't scared to get stuck
 So what's the deal poppy?
 You heard the feds almost got me
 I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
 Negotiatin like an Illuminati network
 Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect
 When I lost but back then was my fault
 Now it's time to floss
 Eye For An Eye what's mine is yours
 I need a suite with the flowers
 complentary at Trump Towers
 Sit at the table we can build for hours
 on gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
 The World Is Yours written all over the blimps
 Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
 From ??? and prima, loads of women rockin linen
 I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan
 Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam
 Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
 about the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand

 Chorus 1:

 Give it up fast, quick and not slow
 Not goin to the tables if it's not about dough
 Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shit
 QBC, nigga grab your click

 Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy

 Yeah son, I'm feelin it
 Opposition want me dead, concealin shit
 Four gats got me livin, kid
 Rushin thru my pyramid
 You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary
 Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch
 ran his mouth like a bitch
 now he's layin in a ditch
 Daily dug for himself
 On his grave I had to piss
 Scud missile never miss you
 Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru
 You metal deeper, you ain't havin it me either
 It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers
 Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers

 Huh, huh
 Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man
 Word up!

 The tough guy strong me
 I guess he got plans to ruin me
 He want ta do me slowly but surely
 I beat his fast ass a bit early
 Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly
 Put the drome to his dome
 Let him know it's never early
 You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
 Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
 He was surprised I snatched him up
 Regulated his gat and backed him up
 Stepped to the side, P blast em up

 Hey yo, cannons are rough
 You got strucked up, ya strokes slit
 So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit
 (Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
 All I remember was I shot for his throat G
 You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
 It gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-nese
 Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats
 Burnin my lips from roach clips
 Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.
 These *?R-tape meridiam?* cats, insomniacs
 Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice
 Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru
 These kids too couldn't find the pistol
 Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklace
 I'm bent off some next shit
 Gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
 Stumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre
 Lookin for chicks that he can stab now
 Numbed up for my fiery cup
 I held juice of sin's nectar
 Saints found they youth
 Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck
 Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luck
 My pipe games like a night train
 top speed thru ya warm piece
 ??? to say the least

 Chorus 2:

 Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow
 Not goin to the cell if it ain't a freak show
 Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shit
 QBC, niggas grab their click

 Chorus 1

 Outro: Prodigy

 (And that's how it go)
 And that's it nigga
 (If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show
 Y'knowhutI'msayin?
 (Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)
 Don't go
 (Y'know the deal)
 Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc
 To the exit, niggas we out!
 What up!
 (The Infamous)
 It's over baby
 (Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)
 Tell the rest of the crew