Live Nigga Rap Nas (Ft. Mobb Deep)
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[Produced by Havoc]
[Intro: Prodigy | Havoc]
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (Right out the pack, son)
For niggas don't know how to act (No doubt, son)
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (No doubt, son)
For niggas don't know how to act
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, NYC, U-N-I-verse, seriously
Havoc and P — Queens niggas, so it seem to be
Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise
Mega got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette tape of
The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper
Runnin' up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig-tie they motherfuckin' wrists to they ankles
I been through, crime shit my niggas into
Peep the issue, situation like this, we stickin' him too
JFK on our way to L.A.
Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbré
My crew do it the Mobb way, every day
Crime pay, who wanna gunplay? Thrill me
Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli
Now undress, you know the drill-y
Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats
I have yet to met challenger who go against my set
Gemstars razor sharp like Gillette
Shavin' closely on any character approach me
I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
While cat burglars tryna sneak-peek the recipe
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about $5,000 a plate
[Intro: Prodigy | Havoc]
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (Right out the pack, son)
For niggas don't know how to act (No doubt, son)
Fresh out the motherfuckin' pack (No doubt, son)
For niggas don't know how to act
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, NYC, U-N-I-verse, seriously
Havoc and P — Queens niggas, so it seem to be
Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise
Mega got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette tape of
The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper
Runnin' up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig-tie they motherfuckin' wrists to they ankles
I been through, crime shit my niggas into
Peep the issue, situation like this, we stickin' him too
JFK on our way to L.A.
Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbré
My crew do it the Mobb way, every day
Crime pay, who wanna gunplay? Thrill me
Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli
Now undress, you know the drill-y
Niggas suspect, weak links pose threats
I have yet to met challenger who go against my set
Gemstars razor sharp like Gillette
Shavin' closely on any character approach me
I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
While cat burglars tryna sneak-peek the recipe
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about $5,000 a plate
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