[Chorus: Prodigy]

Coming through coming through real spitters

We wrap your guns everyone you feel us

Make a hole make a hole for my niggas

Or force us to make holes and they fitted

[Verse 1: Havoc]

Why you little niggas bucked for an outfield

Through the thing get pass me I'm out here

Out where their guns bust we ??? hit up

Something wrong with his head shots and run to it

What's good boy the ??? you freeze up

The pants too tight for the guns that we tucked

Let me hit you the sudden this I don't do often

But once I tell you gotta kill nigga hit your coffin

Get a good look not really get a good look

You want to play I move your chest piece like a rook

Straight up and down you niggas shook

Take a picture show you how real winner look

Riding around with my trophy

Ask Pokey a rat being low key

But who's hiding a slide through a back block

G'd up with my motherfucking mad cop

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Coming through coming through real spitters

We wrap your guns everyone you feel us

Make a hole make a hole for my niggas

Or force us to make holes and they fitted

[Verse 2: Lucky Luck]

Come on, uh good maybe in winter cold

Travel with a magazine like a centerfold

Being broke childish you bitch getting old

Se her in the video so with the something tinted

Stallions riding in it, stallions in the engine

Styling with a vengeance on them hating ass bitches

Keep me in your vision hope watch how I do this

On the toilet right now stay on some new shit

Miss exclusive hide in the ???

Drunk at the venue but on point like a pencil

My sexual preferences is whatever you into

I'm here with my Pitbull's you hand with you shit soon

I got issues mentally challenged

You stay focused try to avoid violence

You know what I be

You got a problem come with Clipse like Pusha T that means no Malice

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Coming through coming through real spitters

We wrap your guns everyone you feel us

Make a hole make a hole for my niggas

Or force us to make holes and they fitted

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

This is Mobb Deep like 1000 Mafia dons

The black mark back up hit you better come

All the way to fuck down bandana home

I take my crime did my time, I'm gone

Off to the top like a rocket ship

In this soft with your top if you pop your shit

I got billionaire friends, millionaire girls

You got the blocks on I've got the whole world

Rock shows in Chile, Italy, Bombay

Why you yap out that I can't come back round the way

Huh I'm way ??? put around in your back

Respect how I move will get moved on out of respect

This is it this is Mike Jack monumental

I sat in the box and roll wraps with a pencil

Why the calendar pages is flew

I was plotting and scheming on what I'm gon' do

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Coming through coming through real spitters

We wrap your guns everyone you feel us

Make a hole make a hole for my niggas

Or force us to make holes and they fitted