Right Back at You (Freestyle) Mobb Deep

{*opening gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*}

Yea (yo P it's on in this motherfucker) that 2003 shit
Yo check it out

[Havoc]
Fuck where you at kid, fuck where you from
Pistol-whip a nigga dumb slugs {*DAMN*} hittin up lungs (uh-huh)
My nigga just got sent to the sprungs, shit is real
He went for razors spittin them shits from under his tongue
And from birth I was a hustler, no talk I'm buckin ya
No matter if a dime bitch, my nigga bitch ain't fuckin her
Loyalty to the click, forever Mobb 'til I die BITCH
(BEOTCH) Open my casket wide
So you can see how fly, nigga from N.Y. do it
Nigga front on me, and die, so why do it
I swear, feel like I've been here before, my first dealings went raw
And tried to convert it to cash that's pure {*WHOO.. KID*}
We gettin money niggas fingers behind triggers, that go without sayin
Block ain't affiliated we sprayin
And anybody that you see, gettin past us payin
On some "Quiet Storm" shit, motherfucker it's still rainin

[Hook: Prodigy]
Aiyyo - what we got the drop on you kid, now we got you
You got the heart to get biz without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga do what we gotta do
You buck at me I'm buckin right back at you
We got the drop on you kid, now we got you
You got the heart to get biz without your crew?
Let's get it on Dunn do what we gotta do
You buck at me I'm buckin right back at you