[Intro: Ty Nitty, Havoc]

Yeah, fuckin with this shit Hav, huh?

Professional Nigga (professionalized, word to mother)

All Pro, All Pro Nigga

[Verse 1-Ty Nitty]

5-7-75 my born day

I reach earth, now I'm involved in foul play

Ty Nitty

New York City

We stay right

The high life

Flooded ice from jewel heist

The Infamous Mobb with hood-like sense

Get up on a nigga quick

Hit 'em up with the ice pick

Strike quick

Leave ya body froze, sub-zero

Was taught to fear no

So I do so

Be All Pro

Flow international, rational

Matter of fact, I'm blastin' you

With the fully weapon

No question

First suggestion

Pack ya shit, and head Western

Relocation

New state, new destination

Re-arrange your life

On the run from vice

Make you pay the price

Kid fucked up

My Mobb is rough

Nigga, what!

[Twin Scarface]

Yo, we true to be Snake niggas for eternity

The Mobb family

Murder thee

If it's meant to be

Trife casualty

Got the whole world after me

Catastrophe, among us, fatal tragedy

Mafiosa, murder one mind

Black toaster, low composure

Twin Glocks in 2 holsters

We mobb vultures

Watch the fleet come closer

We tap down

Nowhere to run now

Don't back down

Muffled out my 4-pound

Silent sound

Bodies bloody on the ground

Chest full of 12 4-pound rounds

Nigga lay down, kid you assed out now

[Havoc]

No doubt, no doubt son

Yo, the infamous reppin' up in this

Know what I'm sayin'

Next up

[Prodigy]

Yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid

Yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat

And bust back at trash ass cats who scratch

Leave big holes like bitches with they legs spread hot

Ready for action now peep my whole block

Unveiled, and reveal hazardous skill

Trained assassins of this rap danger field

I feel y'all niggas ain't really keepin' it real

Use that ice grill like a shield

Nigga you meal, for my vultures

Swoop down attack your corpse

And found layin' in the streets of New York

Now sleepwalk

For that shit you did, shoulda never had did

Now you boxed in

Sentenced to a lifetime bid

Nigga Noyd and P, shine bright like jewelry

Silver and gold exclusively

Terrorize and multiplee

Shot up your spot up

It just ain't what you used to be

After these fists of NY struck you D

Now you see a whole new life and new leaf

Searchin' for an exit tryin' to retreat the street

Wavin' white flags no days, you dead meat

We only truce when your heartbeat cease, peace

[Big Noyd]

Now who dare and swear they can run up in these premises

Surrounded by a bunch of menaces

Rapper Noyd, the soloist

4-pound controloist

Comin' out the infamous controllin' the shit

Pistol packin' P on the side of me

Leap if you think sweet

Shit's deep, infamously

Now check the family

Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C, Ty Nitty, Godfather pt. 3, Gambino, Face, and

Gotti

So don't try me

Or better yet don't try this

My click specialty is vulturin'

Trained endangerin'

Packin' pipe games

Them heavy metal thing things

Ain't nuthin' changed

Karate Joe, Money No, make 'em fold

First gather up them hoes

Take 'em to the mo'

Keep it on the low

You know the steelo, immediately

The VSOP is mandatory

It's all about hoes and clothes

The same story

Stackin' cheddar, packin' Berettas, keepin' it real

Fuck the sentimental feel

The Mobb movin' shit in reseal

Swiftly, smooth and quickly

The million dollar operation ran by the Mobb foundation

The nine pound we had it locked down

Kept 'em shook

Nine double trey's off da hook

The Mobb became famous from the lives that we took

Doin' jux

So peep how the 4-pound sound it's off the motherfuckin' hook

Look, shit it is real, plus exclusive and grimy

Rapper Noyd takin' over with the Mobb behind me

Nigga what