Back at You (clean) Mobb Deep

(Havoc)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Stainless steel gats
Never rust big till bust you could touch
Blessed wit the real side of life
Just enough
You couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic
Layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception
Maced your interference souped your upperbody section
I travel like a 2-2 bullet
Throughout your body, repped to the fullest
Queensbridge representin
Representin the hollow tip crew
Blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow through
Once the kite is sent
I might get bent, but still planted
No second thoughts, cuz my conscience is demandin
For the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red)
I'm like cancer can't catch me cuz I done spread(done spread)
Gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled
Wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
What the fuck you sick I'll be right back
Wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era
Your shortie set you up you betta dead-her
Hunger for the cheddar big ends and better
Armeretto sours alcohol consumption
Why you runnin we thumpin
Do to the fact the infamous is bumpin
Ice real son you frontin