[Intro: Havoc]
Yeah
Time to let these niggas know, son
Niggas don't even wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the third degree
H-A-V-O-C, namedrop a G
Yo
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Look into the eyes, true lies, your whole clique despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick 'cause she's burnin' third degree
Plus you snitchin', you ain't got no ties to me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lyin' through your teeth, swearin' on your first born
Your word is weak, don’t hold no weight in this
Hit you up quick, strictly shit that I'm livin' in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious? Well, you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, Infamous to the end, Prodigy
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin', pull off like the Indy 5G
In a four-time Ford truck with speed
Like the motion picture, this nigga gone with the wind
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the jakes from tracin' (What?)
Anythin' that lead to the source, you know the boss
Of the Mobb killin', is like an unsolved mystery
Puzzlin', nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get doubly
Never fails, it's always somethin'
No rest, daily, gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man, yeah, your MVP
He played the front line, got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps wind
Heavy load, my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not?
My crew, kings of New York who takin' your spot
I put the green light on your whole clique, Island shit
Runnin' through the whole house wildin', extortin' it
Yeah
Time to let these niggas know, son
Niggas don't even wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the third degree
H-A-V-O-C, namedrop a G
Yo
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Look into the eyes, true lies, your whole clique despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick 'cause she's burnin' third degree
Plus you snitchin', you ain't got no ties to me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lyin' through your teeth, swearin' on your first born
Your word is weak, don’t hold no weight in this
Hit you up quick, strictly shit that I'm livin' in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious? Well, you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, Infamous to the end, Prodigy
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin', pull off like the Indy 5G
In a four-time Ford truck with speed
Like the motion picture, this nigga gone with the wind
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the jakes from tracin' (What?)
Anythin' that lead to the source, you know the boss
Of the Mobb killin', is like an unsolved mystery
Puzzlin', nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get doubly
Never fails, it's always somethin'
No rest, daily, gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man, yeah, your MVP
He played the front line, got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps wind
Heavy load, my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not?
My crew, kings of New York who takin' your spot
I put the green light on your whole clique, Island shit
Runnin' through the whole house wildin', extortin' it
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