H.N.I.C.

By Prodigy

On H.N.I.C.

Released on November 14, 2000

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[Verse 1]

Yo, it gets no better than this

It's the hottest shit on the street

It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat

The solar system stand still, the Gods listen

When I speak, the world pay attention

It's Capital P, niggas rather hang up

Ya niggas know my handle, talkin' like a straight thug

Dunn, I catch you while you shoppin' for kicks – "surprise, bitch!"

Shoot outs is spontaneous, and, oh –

From now on, call me Columbo

'Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a fuck?

Look at my chain, look at my anklet

But are you listenin' to the words, man? My shit bang, kid

Nigga, I run this shit, I set the trends, you get the dick

That's basically it

These rap niggas think I'm talkin' bout them, nigga, please

You ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead


[Hook]

I be the H.N.I.C. – the Head Nigga in Charge

The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the Sarge

The M-O-B-B – the status, we large

The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb

The H.N.I.C. – the Head Nigga in Charge

The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb

The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the Sarge

The M-O-B-B – the status, we large


[Verse 2]

And moreover, me and my dogs enjoy this

We pop bottles, celebrate your death, blow a kiss

At your widow bitch, wish pain on your kids

Piss on your casket, kick ya tombstone and shit, dog

And I ain't even that foul type a dude

But all's fair in love and war it's what'cha hand called for

Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause

But fuck it, they could get it too, simple as you

And I'll be goddamned if they put they hands on me

Money brings power and puts guns in parties

Sends niggas on Amtrak with those for your body

It pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef, huh

Hardly, you all know what that is

I grew up in the hoods and the projects wit dope fiends and crack heads

Teenage killers with Mac-10s

Best friends cut each other's throat and twist they own fam backwards

Made it out alive, now I'm on some rap shit

Albums sold out, keeps me far from the big house

The hand guns from that bigger house

'Cause ain't nobody cuttin' for me, so I'm forced to hold it down like


[Hook]

The H.N.I.C. – the Head Nigga in Charge

The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb

The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge

The M-O-B-B – the status, we large

The H.N.I.C. – the Head Nigga in Charge

The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge

The M-O-B-B – the status, we large

The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb...