Tell Me to My Face Havoc (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Verse 1: Havoc]
One for my troubles, two for the money
Haters feeling some kind of way and I don’t give a fuck, B
Take the good with the bad, toastin’, raisin’ my glass
Shorty want my attention, she backin’ up that ass
We fornicate, I’m all she ate, I’m puffin’ on that loud
High as a helicopter – I’m standin’ on a cloud
Livin’ life to the fullest, and smokin’ on that good shit
Got to find a way to do it, and now you findin’ excuses?
Shorty, get with the movement – stop livin’ that illusion
The niggas you look up to is under my influence
Yeah, your Grammy artists and your Moonman winners
I’m the reason they even got a speech to deliver
I’m certified hood, anywhere I go I’m good
If you knew better you’d do better, you wouldn’t if you could
The world is a cold place, got on my leather bomber
My intent is foul with a smile, I’ll be Obama

[Chorus: Havoc]
For what it’s worth, I don’t do the back and forth
Let’s get it over, nigga, tell me to my face
Everybody talkin’ like a killer, I ain’t with it
I say “do it, grow some balls, nigga, tell me to my face”
Feelin’ any kind of way, and do this shit night or day
We don’t play with ‘em, we aim ‘em at your face
I’ll tell you now, I ain’t playin’ with you clowns, I never will
Wipe that smile off your motherfuckin’ face