Backwards Mobb Deep

[Intro: Havoc]
Da-da-da..
Right there, yea, spin that back
*record spins back*
Drop it, drop it, yea, uhhh, straight out the lab
Chemistry made, you know, yo

[Verse One: Havoc]
I don't wanna wild, I just wanna chill
But yet still gettin' confronted by ice grills
They learn when I hit 'em with, heat inconspicuous
Stunt, just a little bit - start, we gon' finish this shit
You little niggas runnin' round snot nose
I laugh with a cold grin, I dead you wanna pose
You fuckin' wit a nigga, who done been through the bullshit
Niggas die beside me, close friends turn to grimy
Wifey, bonin' associates hate a simple bitch
Add it all together; you know who you fuckin' wit
A nigga who can give a fuck if you broke
Give a fuck what he tote, got the drop then blow
You's a scared nigga tryna live
Yellow back and shit
You's a real good actor, your click actresses
Fact is, niggas lose stripes for tryna match this
Havoc's a total package; knock a nigga of his axis