Get Dealt With Mobb Deep

[Intro: Prodigy & Havoc]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all my motherfuckin' niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? (That's right, kid, that's right, yo, that's right, baby)
Word up (That's the only way it gotta be)
And, um, to my niggas too (Who?)
You know what I'm sayin'? (Who? What? Who?)
Word up, son (Who? What? When? Where? Why? Where? Where it happened at, kid?)
(What up? What up?)
For them other niggas, though (What's goin' on? What?)
You know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo
Palms break him down, Rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don scoop him up, ah, Gotti stomp him out
Each twin grab an arm, pick this nigga up
Nitty turn his face to me and let me wake him up
I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
It almost took his whole face off
We got the team positioned, ready for faceoff
We blitz like Dallas in the Super Bowl faceoff
We form like niggas in the yard up north
With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost
To take your life lost, never found again, boss
A job well done, relax, throw back fifths
Of Bacardi Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit (Light it up, son)
Fuckin' with the fabulous Mobb, yeah, you a sick
Lunatic, nigga jump up, but got hit
With MACs and TECs and silencers spit
Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit
That's the sound of a nigga almost felt it
Got you runnin', dodgin', coverin', shelterin'
Bullets rippin' through the fabric of your shirt, it's meltin' in
You bleed again, you just another nigga dealt with
Intruder alert, our house is nothin' like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven