Give Up the Goods (Just Step) Mobb Deep (Ft. Big Noyd)

[Intro: Prodigy & (Big Noyd)]
Word up, man! You know what I'm sayin'?
So I be tellin' these niggas, man! Shit ain't a game, man
(Tell 'em, dunn! Man, let them niggas know, man)
Shit is real, kid, word up! (Know what I'm sayin'?)
(Shit is definitely real, boy!)
Yeah! We tryna get this loot any way, man!

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
A-yo, Queens get the money, long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast!
The fool retaliated, so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now, who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said, "Queens niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid, stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
But can't stop 'til I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po-po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever, but they can't deflate me
'Cause havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I pause, step back, look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love, it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, plus a cellular
Yo, Big Noyd! (What up, cousin?!) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope