(Intro / Mobb Deep):
 Ha ha...
 Yeah...
 Uh huh  right...
 Part the crowd like the Red Sea...
 Let's fight to this...
 Don't even tempt me...
 (Chorus / Mobb Deep):
 We wanna kill you... (make y'all niggaz fight to this)
 We wanna kill you...
 (Prodigy):
 Eh yo
 Peace to our way of life
 Hats off to all the trife
 Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives
 Specially for stacks of green packs
 My outfit ah perform, so blow all stained raps
 Now let me take y'all niggaz back to my basics of this
 Ya ancient to flip, fag catch a face lift
 My shank do remarkable things for fakeness
 My whole Mobb got the same patience
 Throw on your tracks 8-6
 And make moves like a space ship
 We pack places, Infamous bangs ya nation
 Ya light at the weight station
 That weak shit need replacing, put this in heavy rotation
 Overdose music
 It's theraputic to the user
 Driving wild under the influence of this
 Careful, cuz ya might just crash ya shit
 Total ya whip and still pull my tape out the deck
 Me and Mobb tryin to connect like thirty thousand dollar links
 Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple
 (Cormega):
 Yo, my drug cliental was bringing me money well
 Smoking Buddha L's and weed so good
 They leave a funny smell
 Niggaz scoping me, hoping police is close to me
 Mega regulatin'
 The way shit's supposed to be
 Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me
 To live my destiny (ha)
 Jacuzzi water soaking me
 Floating in smoky Durango
 Doing my thing yo, my mac milli
 Sweeter than a mango
 Son, you know the drilly
 The drama is a part of me
 Did time for cocaine, nines and armed robbery
 My rhyme written graffiti is a live nigga prophecy
 Mega poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit
 I leave ya mind paralysed dun, but don't wet it
 Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama
 And I embrace this, real shit
 You banned from the projects
 Your love here, ancient (fuck that)
 Yo, I'ma see you
 Nigga, you transperant see through
 Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related
 Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazing
 Thug shit you can't fuck with...
 What!!!
 (Havoc):
 Fuck ya bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet
 Talking all that shit, don't even got cash yet
 I floss, try to get away
 No gats tossed
 Got drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source
 Q.B.C. representative, I'm just trying to live
 If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids
 Spray ya crib, fuck it son
 Something gotta give
 If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live
 That's dead ass
 But to put this whole shit in a smash
 You real, hit that ass up on four wheels
 All jokes aside, you goin' squeal like them other rappers
 You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us
 I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit
 Pop shit, you couldn't fuck this when we drop shit
 You helpless, put your whole shit outta service
 Put on some old shit (Thank God for this)
 Yo, if it wasn't
 Them niggaz like us, you just be ash dust
 Hustling for petty kid cash
 Come on know, you know I know
 When it comes to gats, I'ma a hoe
 Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we coming
 Straight coming through while you running
 Get done-ed, have that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming
 One in a mil, slip that ass like a mickie
 It's fifty-fifty fucking with this, nigga just come and get me
 No doubt...
 (Chorus / Havoc)
 We wanna kill you (that's right)
 We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)
 We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)
 We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)
 We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)
 We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)
 We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)
 We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right