[Verse 1: Havoc]

Sometimes, it feel like the whole world's against me

But is it the Henny that bent me? I be in the zone

Gazin' at the walls, depressed, iggin' the phone

They take it personal

But only a minor few can understand what this nigga feelin'

41st 'til I die, motherfucker! (No doubt) I'm still breathin'

You a mutt, son, we full bred, you ain't my dawg

Tryin' to infiltrate my clique, is you? I get wit' you!

Handle that on a later note

We o'er-dose, every day to death we so close

I'm tryin' to tell these cats, but I let 'em do they thing

Ready for the bad news 'til the phone ring

Son is dead, now I'm in way over my head, seekin' revenge, son

Bent, son, on your behalf tryin' to laugh

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

Check out the drill, dunn — conceal guns, play the hum

For real, son's leanin' back, checkin' out the action

On the benches, we drinkin' X's

Yo, twirl dat shit while I spark this chocolate

Burn it down like an arsonist

Pull out the miz 'cause it's time to bring the biz to kids

And blow all hellfire out ya empire

Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire

I'm lettin' off 'til my arms tire

I sit quiet wit' my head full of riot

Our buyers, it's clear for your ear to hear

I declared only live niggas rap this year

'96 — I lost my dunn, '97 — it got worse

Fuck it, somebody out the team gotta get murked

And sat down, you play the background when shots sound off

Flashin' back on how my mans is gone

K.B. forever in my memory

I spill some Henny then I keep it movin'

[Chorus: Havoc]

Yo, do our thing, hold it down, we got this, lockin' this

Ain't nobody stoppin' this, Rakim and Infamous

Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt, crash the boards

And you don't really wanna go against the source

[Verse 3: Big Noyd]

Surprise! Open your eyes! Peep the foulness! The wildness!

It's bugged, niggas thugs in the projects, true Holiday thugs

Ease up! All that illin' and grillin'? Get ya melon lit up!

Y'all niggas is butt, you want me? I'm right in QB, what?!

Where you find me at, sippin' Cognac from a cup

With my heat next to my nuts, never afraid to pull it and bust

Slug rushes to your head like dust, but that wasn't enough

This one was kind of tough, he squeezed back

Better believe he no longer breathe, black

Fuckin' with these Queens cats

I got dreams raisin' my little queen, and nobody gonna stop that!

In fact, Black, if you come at me, don't come sloppy

All my baby girl got is a papi

To guide her through this world of hatred

And I'd die to see that she make it

And die to let the next man take it? Is you stupid?!

Verse 4: Rakim

Yo, you wanna come test? Son, it's massive stress

Penalties of death, pay your last respects

We harass your rep if you slept or half-stepped

We adapt to see what we can master next

After sex, pass the bless for after-effects

Relax the stress, do math and set mad connects

Cash the check, to get assets, we blast TEC's

Dealin' with the mental aspects of chess

So retreat your troops, if you dunns come to shoot

Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute

I keep 'em leery of the deadly 7 MC theory

Soon as they hear me, I release Lyrics of Fury

I'm quick to say a poem that ricochet in your dome

My clique made me leave the nickel-plated at home

So I can get the cheddar, and be the better trendsetter

The 18th Letter forever, what!

[Chorus x2: Havoc]

Do our thing, hold it down, we got this, lockin' this

Ain't nobody stoppin' this, Rakim and Infamous

Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt, crash the boards

And you don't really wanna go against the source