Released on April 7, 2009

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[Intro: Havoc]

Yeah, uh huh, horror flick

Teach those niggas

Yea, gotta teach those niggas


[Verse 1: Havoc]

Yo, y'all don't know how to ball

Guess the game wasn't made for y'all

It was designed for niggas like us who

Only put trust in guns and nothin' else

Fuck it I'm smellin' myself

You cowards can't touch me

Fuck around get close hit him with the pound dummy

A pound if you're lucky

With the dead ass reel

Burnin' heavy every hour

Some paranoid still

Clock me, fuck it, I got time to kill

Niggas amped liked they just finished sniffin' out of bills

He'll die high, somebody will cry

First one, hold them tears till you out the range of the gun

Then tell like usual what's in the blood

Whatever happened to the cold niggas got it fucked up

And twisted out the frame beyond my belief

All the windows in the hood them shit's like box seats


[Hook: Havoc & Prodigy]

You better, watch yourself

Your life'll end up like a horror flick

And it'll be over just that quick

When that thing go click

Niggas better bounce

Before you be that nigga that we all readin' about

You better, watch yourself

Your life'll end up like a horror flick

And it'll be over just that quick

When that thing go click

Niggas better bounce

Before you be that nigga that we all readin' about


[Verse 2: Havoc]

Y'all niggas all charge, thinking too hard

Don't you know that your evil can't work against the god

Go ahead, quit your day job step in my world

Bring the guns with you

Plus, put a lock on your girl

It won't help, cause you know I got those keys and

Slugs for days we don't play with the heat

In the dark of the day, you get caught in the way

Smoke steamin' from the pistol the color of char' grey


[Verse 3: Prodigy]

You tryna scare me? You niggas is dead wrong

Flash a gun on me, that's how you get clapped on

And clapped off

The face of the Earth

You're damn right it ain't a movie, this shit gon' hurt

Lease for a second, at the most you're fucked

The pain is a mo'fucka though, ain't it done

The street team holding sticks with our posters up

Got more thug than you immediate thugs


[Hook: Havoc & Prodigy]

You better, watch yourself

Your life'll end up like a horror flick

And it'll be over just that quick

When that thing go click

Niggas better bounce

Before you be that nigga that we all readin' about

You better, watch yourself

Your life'll end up like a horror flick

And it'll be over just that quick

When that thing go click

Niggas better bounce

Before you be that nigga that we all readin' about


[Verse 4: Prodigy]

Yo, the bare horror show and we using real blood

These are not props nigga these are real guns

Call me shit, the more we click

This is not for those that are weak in the stomach

The black murder mob you can start being scared

We hair baby girl, get your coat, we 'bout to air it

Alright now on the count of three imma air it (1..2..3)

Everybody get the fuck back, push niggas' haircuts back

Cops get shot from tryna stop niggas from jayin'

Throw pills back and one swallowed

Smoke the whole dutch with three poles and keep me from stretchin'

Push V's to their red line, while you're broke staring

Get a job, get a car with some power steering

Get a girl, she can wash you up

Dirty ass niggas standing next to us they bums


[Hook: Havoc & Prodigy]

You better, watch yourself

Your life'll end up like a horror flick

And it'll be over just that quick

When that thing go click

Niggas better bounce

Before you be that nigga that we all readin' about

You better, watch yourself

Your life'll end up like a horror flick

And it'll be over just that quick

When that thing go click

Niggas better bounce

Before you be that nigga that we all readin' about