[Produced by Havoc]

[Intro: Havoc]

Now...

'94 to '95

And it's all about crime

Drop that shit

Yeah, yeah, check it out

[Verse 1: Prodigy, Havoc, Both]

Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat? Whatever

We can die together

As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence

I don't give a fuck about my presence (Yeah)

I'm lost in the blocks of hate, and can't wait

For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate

I'm lethal, when I see you, there is no sequel

24/7, MAC-11 is my peoples

So why you wanna end your little life like this?

'Cause now you've bumped heads with kids that's lifeless

I live by the day, only if I survived the last night

Damn right, I ain't tryna fight

We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor

My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore

Ways of action, I grab the gat then

Ain't no turnin' back when I start blastin'

Pick up the handle and insert the potion

Cock the shit back in a calm-like motion

No signs of anger or fear, 'cause you the one in danger

Never share your plans with a stranger

Word is bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah), check it out now

[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]

I put the drop on you, kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew?

Let's get it on, nigga, do what we gotta do

You buckin' me? I'm buckin' right back at you (Check it out)

I put the drop on you, kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew?

Let's get it on, nigga, (Get it on, yeah) do what we gotta do

You buckin' me? I'm buckin' right back at you

[Interlude: Havoc]

Check it out, check it out, check it out, now

Check it out, check it out, check it out, now

Check it out, check it out, check it out, now

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Fuck where you at, kid, it's where you from

'Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns

Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners

Come through frontin' and get stuffed with the 3-pounder

The loud sounder, ear ringer

And I'ma point the finger at all you wannabe gunslingers

You got a real ice grill, but are you really real?

Step to the Hill and I'ma test your gun skills

'Cause real niggas don't try to profile

You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwild

But swing that bullshit this way

And I'ma make your visit to the 'Bridge a motherfuckin' short stay

Queensbridge — that's where I'm from

The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done

Six blocks and you might not make it through

What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazin' at you?

With MACs and TECs that lend to get your dome crushed

You thought that you could come around my way and beef, stupid fuck?

What the hell you smokin'? What the fuck possessed you

To come out your face? Now I have to wet you

Throw on my Timbs, black mask, and black shirty

Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 – 'cause I'm...

[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]

Puttin' the drop on you kid, now I got you (Yeah)

You got the heart to get busy without your crew? (Check it out, yo!)

Let's get it on, nigga, do what we gotta do

(Check it out, check it out, check it out, now)

You buckin' me? I'm buckin' right back at you!

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & both]

Who's the richest nigga in the project?! Who got it locked?!

Rockin' convertibles, drop-tops and mad hot

Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team

Who's organized, all eyeballs is on cream

And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit

Whip after whip! Stay flashin' your dick on tricks

Your whole crew is ravishin', team's untouchable

In the jungle, bangin' Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu

There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons

Jums is in the mailbox, there's bitches holdin' your guns

You know what's out there, thousands of grams wrapped in Saran

Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand

Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender

Get ninja'd on the Island, plus the 'Bridge, boy, remember!

[Verse 4: Big Noyd]

My little thug's sellin' drugs and he's strugglin'

The game got him buggin', I tried to tell him, "Slow down, cousin"

But he vexed, and niggas gettin' wet up in the projects

But with no doubt, shorty's out for his respect

But is his brain insane from the lye?

From smokin' that 118 tiny Thai

Why? A nigga just died last week

As he swore he was grown and he's a thug in the street

But it's like that – my crew pump cracks and we pack MAC

His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey on his back

But I'm stressed, and he need to be blessed with a fire pack

Don't even go there 'cause it ain't like that

"Slow down, baby" – he said, "What? You tryna play me?

You must be crazy!" Pulled out the heat and almost blazed me

Then he was Swayze, the shot must've dazed me

Thug sellin' drugs, bustin' slugs, but he ain't crazy