[Intro: Havoc]

Yeah, fuck it man, fuck it

Show these niggas how it's done

Do your thing, kid

[Verse 1: Havoc]

By design I'm a thug, it's up in my blood

Make your face bubble, cut em up like a rug

When it comes to a bitch, she gotta ride like dubs

Wonder won't crack when I'm hittin' those bumps

And as I stash the thing thing

Know I gotta protect my respect and bling bling

And niggas wanna wild off the ping ping

Down with some slugs, y'all hide, I bring brain

So fall back, maintain

I know you don't wanna lose part of that brain

Same type of shit when Kennedy got slain

But you's a coward and it won't be shit in your name

No airport, schools or streets

That's a long kiss goodnight, and lower body heat

You know these slugs in sync with your movement

And in addition, anybody that you cool with

[Interlude: Havoc, Prodigy]

Know what I'm sayin'? (Let's do it, man)

Try to tell these niggas who day one

Niggas ain't wanna listen

Ain't take heed, so your man had to give it

Just like that, take that

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

You see us, we young old timers

Check out our theme music

You know we built you niggas, shaped you niggas

Similar to how I shake my bitches

It's just natural, we rub off on people like that

We can't help but excel and blow like coke

You couldn't handle the drama, you niggas is jokes

Like you got immunity from these slugs that blow

Get real, get you a gun and call your folks

You better keep 911 on speed dial, nigga

Give you the real 411 on P, nigga

I'm gangsta, I body something, try me out

It'll change your whole world, shatter your whole world

And I got so much love to give

But it's war with the other families, fuck it

Time to execute niggas, dispose of that nigga

I bury that cockroach and settle that difference, yeah

[Interlude: Prodigy]

And that's simply how we lay it down, you know what I'm sayin'?

For all my gangstas and my gangstresses, you know what I'm sayin'?

All my niggas and all my bitches, yeah

Y'all absorb this shit

That's right, nigga, that's right, nigga

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

Yo, M-O-B

Be that clique, we that shit

We mob on you niggas, you dead that quick

Parade on you niggas, you not that big

I'll stop your glory and pop that kid

We come through, back to back vanquishes

Jet black with the neon lights behind the rims

Plus, the Derringers got the beams on it

Cause we that exclusive, you niggas get slaughtered