Released on March 30, 2004
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[Intro: Havoc]
Yeah, nigga once again, we have M-O-B-B, nigga
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh, yeah, come on now
Yeah, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Ain't no party once we crash the party
I'ma scoop shorty then vacate the party
You keep grillin', I pump-pump the shotty
Put you in the trunk then dump-dump the body
Nigga, you don't know, you better ask somebody
Y'all get down, we gonna clash probably
Peel snowflake outta that Abercrombie
I'm tryna grip Britney, so I made Jive sign me, nigga
Catch me in the club with a double edge banger
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Nah, I know the promoters, I'm in with the musket
Pound of the haze and a box of Dutches
High to the cottonmouth
Paranoid, make the wrong move, bitch, and your ass is out
Like M.O.P., nigga, I'll mash you out
If I can't get you here, swing by your house, motherfucker
[Chorus: Havoc, Prodigy]
Y'all niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into to you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
Y'all niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
We step up in the club with one thing (One thing)
On our mind, that's leave with something (Something)
Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs
We about to... girl
We about to... girl (Huh)
We about to... girl-girl
We about to... girl (Okay)
We about to... girl-girl
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Party over here, ain't shit over there
Them Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here
Wherever we at, we keep the blicks right there
So wherever there's beef, it's gettin' fixed right there
And they can't stop us, they too scared
They know our caliber of thugs shoot at heads, nigga
QB drop you off of that bridge
Show you how we do it in Queens where murder ain't shit, nigga
This is P talkin', show you where I live
You can come right to my crib and get it for shiz
It'll be a manslaughter right in front of my kids
A little blood get on my daughter, it's nothing, she'll live
Got cops shook to death of us, we don't like D's
You never catch us runnin' with the police
Y'all niggas get your vest-es up
And y'all better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling
[Chorus: Havoc]
Y'all niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into to you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
Y'all niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
We step up in the club with one thing (One thing)
On our mind, that's leave with something (Something)
Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs
We about to... girl
We about to... girl
We about to... girl-girl
We about to... girl
We about to... girl-girl