Last Days Mobb Deep

[Intro: Havoc]
Yeah.. uhh.. yeah..
You know.. it's easy for us...
Harder for them..
Easy for us, ha.. yeah..

[Verse 1: Havoc]
I'm lookin' for that next meal ticket
Somethin' solid, bread, steady prosper
I'm in the kitchen, yeah, you see me on my Betty Crocker
Dance baby, get that money, I would never knock her
'Cause she reliable, and let a nigga stash the choppers
I'll have a town lookin' like Japan
Flooded, tsunami
(?), my true hoobies
I'm tired of this Range, I need the new Bugatti
You niggas too punani
This ain't for the kind hearted
Already told you what it was when the rhyme started
My hunger's like a high, and this is what it got to offer
Got a taste for steak and lobster, 'bout bread, Hoffa
Life's a bitch, won't stop, until I pop up
Til I pop her 'til the cash proper
We the realest, check ya facts, partna...

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Ayo, it's hard out here for a hustler
No matter which game you playin', it's gettin' rougher
They puttin' the squeeze on us
Times is gettin' tougher, gettin' this muh'fucker
Money like it's the last days