[Intro: Prodigy & Havoc]
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (Right out the pack, son)
For niggas don't know how to act (No doubt, son)
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (No doubt, son)
For niggas don't know how to act
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, NYC, U-N-I-verse, seriously
Havoc and P — Queens niggas, so it seem to be
Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise
Mega got word back for Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette tape of
The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper
Runnin' up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig-tie they motherfuckin' wrists to they ankles. I been through
Crime shit, my niggas into
Peep the issue – situation like this, we stickin' him too
JFK, on our way to L.A
Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbré
My crew do it the Mobb way, every day
Crime pay, who wanna gunplay? Thrill me
Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli
Now undress, you know the drill-y
Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats
I have yet to met challenger who go against my set
GemStar's razor sharp, like Gillette
Shavin' closely, on any character approach me
I let the streets get the best of me; infamy, my destiny
While cat burglars tryna sneak-peek the recipe (Uh)
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about five thousand a plate
[Verse 2: Havoc & Prodigy]
No doubt, kid, I hit them niggas like a bid
The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's only me and the gat that's holdin' me
We got it locked beyond measure, your clique's under pressure
Extort you for your treasure, smack you with the undresser
Represent your clique, go ahead, get that ass whipped
Have you floatin' in a river wit' your body wrapped in plastic
Wannabe-thug get smacked for back talkin'
Q.B. represent, fuck that! It can happen
While you rappin', I'm busy tryna sneak the gat in
Contamin' – cut the party short while you jammin'
We think smarter, reach harder
Got the .44, bodyguard of somethin' you don't want a part of
If I was you, then I would do what I have to
But you ain't me, you hesitated, so I clapped you
Then stepped off casually, naturally me
[Verse 3: Nas]
Niggas thinkin' shit's sweet
I carry big heat. Wavy hair, chipped teeth
Up in this bitch deep, Queens murder cliques meet
Yellow tape on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone? I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600
You just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it
Curriculum of a mathologist, deepthroats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists I preserve in my dome
Niggas' mics is full of silicone, spot's blown
Guerilla ice on this killer's life, I put my word on it
Now, you can sleep on, or rock a swerve on it
Nas is ménage à trois on Mount Airy Lodges
We like a smooth fam, but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin' charges of marksmen, livin' heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit
We mobbin', puttin' niggas in mausoleums
From Queens 'cross to Throggs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em!
[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]
For niggas don't know how to act
To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack
Rest in peace to my niggas layin' on they back
To all the niggas who bust gat (Live nigga rap)
[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]
For niggas don't know how to act
To all my niggas on the block slangin' crack
Rest in peace to my niggas on they back
To all the niggas who bust gat (Live nigga rap)
[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]
For niggas don't know how to act
To all the niggas on the block slangin' crack
Rest in peace to my niggas on they back
To all the niggas who bust gat (If you's a live nigga)