[Verse 1: Havoc]
Sometimes, it feel like the whole world's against me
But is it the Henny that bent me? I be in the zone
Gazin' at the walls, depressed, iggin' the phone
They take it personal
But only a minor few can understand what this nigga feelin'
41st 'til I die, motherfucker! (No doubt) I'm still breathin'
You a mutt, son, we full bred, you ain't my dog
Tryin' to infiltrate my clique, is you? I get wit' you!
Handle that on a later note
We o'er-dose, every day to death we so close
I'm tryin' to tell these cats, but I let 'em do they thing
Ready for the bad news 'til the phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm in way over my head, seekin' revenge, son
Bent, son, on your behalf tryin' to laugh
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Check out the drill, dunn — conceal guns, play the hum
For real, son's leanin' back, checkin' out the action
On the benches, we drinkin' X's
Yo, twirl dat shit while I spark this chocolate
Burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz 'cause it's time to bring the biz to kids
And blow all hellfire out ya empire
Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire
I'm lettin' off 'til my arms tire
I sit quiet wit' my head full of riot
Our buyers, it's clear for your ear to hear
I declared only live niggas rap this year
'96 — I lost my dun, '97 — it got worse
Fuck it, somebody out the team gotta get murked
And sat down, you play the background when shots sound off
Flashin' back on how my mans is gone
K.B. forever in my memory
I spill some Henny then I keep it movin'
Sometimes, it feel like the whole world's against me
But is it the Henny that bent me? I be in the zone
Gazin' at the walls, depressed, iggin' the phone
They take it personal
But only a minor few can understand what this nigga feelin'
41st 'til I die, motherfucker! (No doubt) I'm still breathin'
You a mutt, son, we full bred, you ain't my dog
Tryin' to infiltrate my clique, is you? I get wit' you!
Handle that on a later note
We o'er-dose, every day to death we so close
I'm tryin' to tell these cats, but I let 'em do they thing
Ready for the bad news 'til the phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm in way over my head, seekin' revenge, son
Bent, son, on your behalf tryin' to laugh
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Check out the drill, dunn — conceal guns, play the hum
For real, son's leanin' back, checkin' out the action
On the benches, we drinkin' X's
Yo, twirl dat shit while I spark this chocolate
Burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz 'cause it's time to bring the biz to kids
And blow all hellfire out ya empire
Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire
I'm lettin' off 'til my arms tire
I sit quiet wit' my head full of riot
Our buyers, it's clear for your ear to hear
I declared only live niggas rap this year
'96 — I lost my dun, '97 — it got worse
Fuck it, somebody out the team gotta get murked
And sat down, you play the background when shots sound off
Flashin' back on how my mans is gone
K.B. forever in my memory
I spill some Henny then I keep it movin'
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