Verse 1: Nas
Got out the airportthe Mobb pick me up in the truck
Jury junkie like I ain t scared to get stuck
So what s the deal poppy?
You heard the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiatin like an Illuminati network
Don t catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect
When I lost but back then was my fault
Now it s time to floss
Eye For An Eye what s mine is yours
I need a suite with the flowers
complentary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
on gettin richesa cinchtake a glimpse
The World Is Yours written all over the blimps
Here s a toast to my foesit s like a whole new beginning
From ??? and primaloads of women rockin linen
I got a plan to blow the HiroshimaJapan
Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam
Ay yothe bitches like G Money said to usman
about like the horse with the cowboy brand
Chorus 1:
Give it up fastquick and not slow
Not goin to the tables if it s not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin
QBCnigga grab your click
Verse 2: HavocBig NoydProdigy
Yeah sonI m feelin it
Opposition want me deadconcealin shit
Four gats got me livinkid
Rushin thru my pyramid
You secondarygo against the grain then you adversary
Had to bury niggas on my sidethat snitch
ran his mouth like a bitch
now he s layin in a ditch
Daily dug for himself
On his grave I had to piss
Scud missile never miss you
Hit youscratch you offwe left Jim Star rip thru
You metal deeperyou ain t havin it me either
It s dramaain t got time for no breathers
Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers
Huhhuh
Hey Noydwhat up this cat right hereman
Word up!
The tough guy strong me
I guess he got plans to ruin me
He want ta do me slowly but surely
I beat his fast ass a bit early
Grabbed the biased raidthe shit was curly
Put the drome to his dome
Let him know it s never early
You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
He was surprised I snatched him up
Regulated his gat and backed him up
Stepped to the sideP blast em up
Hey yocannons are rough
You got strucked upya strokes slit
So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit
(Yokill that niggaman!)
All I remember was I shot for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
It gets deep in with these Chi-nese
Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats
Burnin my lips from roach clips
Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.
These *?R-tape meridiam?* catsinsomniacs
Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice
Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru
These kids too couldn t find the pistol
Ay yoI got the Lexusholdin my necklace
I m bent off some next shit
Gasoline wicka kerosene twist
Stumblinplace of my gun rightit s slipped down its calibre
Lookin for chicks that he can stab now
Numbed up for my fiery cup
I held juice of sin s nectar
Saints found they youth
Mega-actionbitches all around ready to
Big assesyou bought all the shitpressin ya luck
My pipe games like a night train
top speed thru ya warm piece
??? to say the least
Chorus 2:
Give up the fastquick and not slow
Not goin to the cell if it ain t a freak show
Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin
QBCniggas grab their click
Chorus 1
Outro: Prodigy
(And that s how it go)
And that s it nigga
(If it ain t a freak show) It ain t a freak show
Y knowhutI msayin?
(Don t give updon t give updon t give up)
Don t go
(Y know the deal)
Rapper Noydrapper PNasHavoc
To the exitniggas we out!
What up!
(The Infamous)
It s over baby
( 9-6 to 9-7)
Tell the rest of the crew
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